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18.
Considering

Banging his fist in frustration against the wall for the ump-teenth time, Honda cursed himself for letting down both his guard and his friends.
Jou had even told him to be careful, and because he hadn�t listened, Yugi was now lying in a hospital, fighting for his life.
And Kaiba, the only one who could help him in this situation, was stuck on a Canadian
airport, because-

�Hiroto Honda? Rise and shine, you�re free to leave.�

The brunet rose his head, staring in disbelief at the seargent. The elder man nodded.
�You�re free, evidence has proven you guiltless. We called your parents, they�re waiting for you in the lobby.�

Honda
frowned, as he made his way out of the cell.
�I told you it wasn�t me, and you didn�t believe me. So, what made you change your minds?�

Grey
eyebrows knitted together.
�Your fingerprints. The investigation revealed, that there was only one set of fingerprints on the bat, there should have been multiple prints from both hands and not only your right one. There is no possible way to do that amount of damage to a body single-handed. Even if you would have brought up the strength for a lethal blow, the force of the impact would have knocked the bat out of your hand. Besides, your fingerpints were clear and outlined, which they wouldn�t have been, if you would have wielded the weapon, because the sweat and friction would have smudged them.�

Honda hmped
in understanding, and then his face lit up, as he saw the worried faces of his parents waiting for him.
He ran through the door, crushing both of them in a bear hug, tears escasping the corners of his eyes.

The seargent followed and smiled, before he said:
�You can take your son home now, Hiroto-san. Please make sure, he doesn�t leave town just yet, as the investigation is not yet concluded. Oh, and Honda?�

The boy
looked at the seargent quizzically.p>

�Remember
to keep your back clear.�
Honda
nodded slowly.

�Now boarding is the flight JAL 487 to Los Angeles, LAX, all passengers aboard please. All passengers for flight 487 to-�
Kansai International Airport was swarming with people, as Kaiba strode towards the exit, where his limousine was waiting for him.
Luckily, his plane had landed on schedule, and without having to overcome the distance Tokyo-Osaka, he would be home within an hour, even less, since it was somewhat past midnight and traffic would most probably be rather low.

Honda
stared unseeing out the window of the car, thoughts tumbling like grains of
rice through his mind.
Finally, his father couldn�t take the silence any longer, and asked:

�So, I suppose, you want to get home as fast as possible, right?�

His son
shook his head.
�Iie, take me to the hospital first. I-I need to see Yugi.�

The vehicle
took a turn to the left, even as his mother reached out and took Honda�s hand, squeezing it in reassurance.
The brunet
gave a smile, he didn�t really felt.

Stepping into the silent house, Seto removed his coat and shoes and then hurried up the stairs to Jou�s dorm as fast as his long legs would carry him, but halfways changed directions and headed for Mokuba�s room.
Quietly, as to not wake his little brother up, he opened the door and snuck over to the raven-haired boy, who was fast asleep.

Kaiba smiled, as he gently ran a hand through his brother�s wild tresses, and whispered:
�Good night, otouto, and sleep well.�

As an afterthought, he added:

�I love you, Mokuba.�

He hated this place, hospitals in general, and this particular one with a vengeance.
Pausing before the door to the ICU, he took a deep breath and knocked softly. Moments passed, and then a tired looking nurse peeked out.

"Yes?�
�Go-gomen nasai, I-I have come to see Yugi Mouto, I-I�m-�

�It�s ok, Honda, come in� said a familiar, raspy voice. The nurse looked back over her shoulder, then took a step back and let the tall boy in.

This one
mumbled a silent thanks, then turned towards the speaker.
�Kon-ban wa, Muuto-san. How-how are you?�
Yugi�s grandfather shrugged, trying to keep his face straight and failing miserably.
�He-I-kami, who would do something like this to my boy? He�s always so nice and kind and never hurt anybody, and now-now��
Sobs escaped the old man, and Honda found himself holding the owner of the Kame Game Shop in a tight embrace, gently rocking him back and forth. Finally, Sugoroku let go of him, and, patting the teen�s shoulder, said:

�I..I let you talk to him. I�ll be back in a few minutes, I-I just need a moment to myself.�

Honda looked after the old man leaving, before turning to the bed and for the first time setting his gaze on Yugi. He averted his eyes quickly, gulped, and forced himself to look back at the frail body of his friend.
Yugi had been..mutilated.
There was no other word to describe it. Several strands of hair had been cut off, stitched gashes adorning the scalp, where spiked tri-colored tresses had been.
His face, arms and torso, what he could see past the bandages, were freckled with bruises, both eyes were swollen shut, his lips, as far as he could make them out through the breathing mask, were busted, and his left shoulder had obviously been dis-and relocated.

�Almost like Anzu� thought Honda, as he let his eyes roam over the blanketed legs of the boy.
A quick peek under the comforter proved him right. Both legs had been broken and casted.

�Terrible, isn�t it? That someone could go and do something so..brutal to a person as sweet and innocent as my hikari.�
Sighing, Yami sat down on the bed, gently picking up and caressing one of Yugi�s smaller hands.

The pharao�s eyes were puffy and blood-shot, his whole appearance worn out and tired.
Honda cleared his throat.
�I�m sure,
he�s going to make it-�
�No, he will not. Oh, he is fighting, with every ounce of his being, but he�s slipping away more and more, even as we speak. Soon, he will..perish. And when he does, so will I.�
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