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Kaiba's condition gradually got worse. He'd been fighting for three months now, and there were no signs of hope. He was dying, and both he and his brother knew it. Neither would talk about it. In their mindset, talking about it would make it real, and reality was something neither could face.

Seto Kaiba had already filled out the paperwork that would pass the company onto Mokuba when he passed. He knew it was a matter of when and not if at this point. After several chemo treatments, nothing had changed. If anything, the treatements were helping to kill him. He lay on his hospital bed, feeling extremely weak. He still had nine months, the doctors had said. The prognosis was one year... He hoped it wouldn't get much worse than it was now, but he knew it was a lie. He wasn't even at the halfway point... He dreaded what he'd feel like closer to the end.

He and Mokuba had been talking a lot more than they used to. He loved Mokuba, but he hated seeing how torn up his little brother was over this whole ordeal. Seto was all the teenager had. Once he was gone, he would really be alone. He wouldn't have anyone to go to, to rely on, to trust.

Mokuba sat next to his brother in his hospital wrong. "Hey, Seto," the black-haired boy said.

"Hey, Mokuba," the CEO said weakly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine," Kaiba lied. He'd gotten used to telling lies lately. 'I'm fine.' 'Nothing's wrong.' 'I feel great.' 'Never better.'

"That's good," Mokuba said, smiling, seemingly oblivious to the lie. "Want to play chess or Duel Monsters or something?"

"Sure," Kaiba replied. He'd do anything to get his mind off of things. "I guess Duel Monsters is fine." He pulled out his deck, Mokuba had brought it to him when he was admitted to the hospital. He drew five cards, and Mokuba did the two brothers dueled for quite some time. They were both very skilled, and after an hour had passed, both of their lifepoints were still relatively high.

Kaiba was finally able to summon one of his Blue Eyes White Dragons. He played the monster in attack mode. Mokuba, thinking quickly, played a Dragon Capture Jar. "You've gotten better at this," Kaiba commented.

"I've been practicing," Mokuba replied, smiling.

After another relatively long period of time, Kaiba had won. "Seto Kaiba, 200. Mokuba Kaiba, 0," he said.

Mokuba sighed. "I'll never be as good as you, big brother."

"Sure you will," Kaiba argued. "You just need more practice... And time." Time was a word they didn't use very often, at least not anymore. Time was valuable, and time was limited. Time was something they were running out of.