A/N: Before I begin this chapter, I would like to thank the most recent reviewers for reminding me about this story. After such a long hiatus, I'm glad to be writing again. I hope you, my readers, find this chapter to your liking. Read on.

Chapter 6

Artemis woke up the following morning around 6:30. She looked at the framed picture of her with Melissa and Chris, and a sad smile graced her lips.

"I miss you both," she whispered. She kissed her fingertips and brushed them across Chris and Melissa's faces. With a sigh she rolled over onto her back and looked toward the heavens. "Especially you, baby girl."

She wiped a tear from her eye and slipped out of bed. She walked into the master bathroom to freshen up. As she brushed her hair, she thought about the next step.

"I did what I came here to do, so technically speaking, there is nothing keeping me here anymore," she remembered herself saying.

She gave herself a quick once-over in the full-length mirror, and after taking a deep breath, walked into the living room. She was somewhat surprised to find the living area unoccupied. She looked into the bedrooms and also found them empty. For a brief second, she was upset.

"Who leaves without some kind of goodbye?" she said aloud. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against a wall. "Well, now I don't have to kick anyone out."

Meanwhile, Seto had convinced Mokuba to use a pay phone to call a tow truck. As they waited, Mokuba perched himself on the hood of the jet-black vehicle while Seto leaned against the driver's door in annoyance.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mokuba asked after a few minutes of silence.

"I was trying to be a good role model for you. Getting a girl pregnant is definitely not considered a good example of moral behavior."

"Yeah, and leaving her is? She was pregnant. You knew. You didn't even have the dignity to dump her. You traded her in for Svetlana," Mokuba cried in disgust. "I don't know what I'm more disappointed in you for—the fact that you dumped your pregnant girlfriend or that you didn't have the balls to dump her and instead started dating Sven," he added mockingly.

"Her name was Svetlana," Seto corrected. He took a deep breath. "But you're right. I was more worried about myself and what I needed. Who knows? If I had been a part of that baby's life, maybe she wouldn't have died."

"Oh, now you're blaming Artie for your child's death? Real smooth, bro."

"No! That's not what I mean and you know it! I could have bought the best nannies and the best doctors…"

"Is money all that matters to you?! The best of anything could not have saved her. Artie was not a careless mother. Melissa was a small child that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. No one could have changed that. And you know what, I'm kinda glad you didn't know her. At least Artie had a father who could care for her and love her. You would have worked all the time and never been home. Hell, that's what you've been doing for years. Why would it change because you have one more person to care for?"

"Now, see here," Seto began.

"NO! No! I'm not going to 'see here'. I'm disappointed in you, Seto. Big time." Without another word, Mokuba hopped off the hood of the car just as the tow truck pulled up. He walked out of the parking lot and down the street towards Artemis's suite.

Seto watched Mokuba walk away. As much as it hurt him to admit, the younger Kaiba was right. He had, for lack of a better word, fucked up. He made his bed, and he slept in it.

"Mr. Kaiba," the driver said, interrupting Seto's thought process.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you need," he replied dismissively. He decided not to worry about Mokuba and hoped that his younger brother wouldn't be mad at him for too long.

--Meanwhile, in Artemis's apartment—

"Chris, honey, it's me. I'm not sure what time it is over there, but it's about 8:00 in the morning here. I miss you and I have good news. He knows, so I can come home. Call me back."

As she hung up the phone, she heard a knock at the door. "Come in," she called. She was slightly taken aback when Mokuba walked through the doorway, fuming as if he found out the Chicago Cubs beat the New York Yankees in the World Series. (A/N: Sorry for the reference, but I can imagine that if this were to really happen, a lot of people would be mad).

"He never officially broke up with you, did he?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Seto never officially broke up with you after he found out you were pregnant. I remember, just before you moved away, he started seeing some Swedish thing named Svetlana. He was running away from his problems and he left you alone. I always liked you the best, out of all the other ones he's dated. You actually hung out with me. And just think, if you two had stayed together, we could have hung out a lot more…"

Artemis gently placed a finger on Mokuba's lips to silence him.

"Mokuba, calm down. Why are you so upset about something that happened forever ago?"

"Because if my brother wasn't such a jackass, things would have been different. You wouldn't be so damaged, Seto wouldn't be so isolated…"

"Whoa! What?! Sweetie, just because my daughter died, that doesn't mean I'm damaged. Seto broke my heart. It happens in every high school relationship. We were young and foolish. Now, I want you to know that I loved your brother. I never hated him for what he did, and in a way, I understand why. But I found someone who truly loves me and cared for me when I needed him to. I probably would have never had that if I was with your brother, especially at that age. I healed. Melissa's death, that wound will never heal. I'll have more children of my own after Chris and I get married, and that will help."

"But what about Seto?"

"Mokuba, what Seto and I had was in the past. I've moved on, and so has he. I have no future with him."

"But…"

"No 'buts', Mokuba," Artemis firmly stated. "End of discussion. I'm leaving at the end of next week. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some packing to do."

As she closed the door behind him, Mokuba whispered to himself, "What if he hasn't moved on?"

-End chapter-

A/N: So there you have it. Let me know what you think and if I should write Chapter 7.