I dont own Yu-gi-oh. I'm sorry to say. If I did own it, I would be able to pay for collage AND a tummy tuck. Oh, Sweet world.

He listens to some of the oddest music. Seto thought as he walked by his little brother's room. The long hall way was so empty and lonesome. Sometimes it felt like a prison, his own home. A very nicely decorated prison. He wanted it to look nice, homey, but most of the time, it just looked horrible. He liked his office building better. At least there he could think about things with out feeling like he was in jail. He walked to Mokuba's room. There was a song that he was playing in his room, over his boom box. This song was unlike anything else Seto had ever heard in his entire life. It was scratchy. Almost like, the song was being played on an old radio, and was too loud. It was simple, simple piano cords with a high voice gently singing.

He looked in on his little brother. He was lying on his bed, looking up at his ceiling. Seto silently creped into the room, making sure not to make a sound. He didn't want to disturb his little brother, not yet anyways.

"Hey big bro." The small boy said. Seto was slightly disappointed that he had been heard. "What's up?" Mokuba didn't move his head in asking his brother.

"What's this song?" Seto asked. Mokuba looked at his brother. Why dose he want to know? Seto rarely took interest in things that he loved, especially his music. But Mokuba was happy to share it with his brother.

"Its called 'I need some sleep' by Eles." Seto listened to it some more. "Why do you want to know?"

"Its nothing. I was just wondering." Mokuba tilted his head slightly. He knew that it was something, his brother just said that in hope that people would forget that he was acting strange. "Forget about it."

"Ok." Mokuba shrugged his shoulders and went back looking at his ceiling. Seto crept out of the room and started walking down the cold empty hall. He noticed at the end of the hall, about 30 feet from where he was, there was a figure. He dismissed it as a servant. But then he noticed that that figure was warring a long white skirt and blue tank top. None of his servants dressed like that.

"Who are you, and why are you in my house?" He demanded in his usually harsh tone. The only sound was the sound of the Song that Mokuba was listening to. He walked forward to it. He noticed that it was a girl, A little older than he. "Who are you?" He said again. No response. He was now only about 15 feet from her. "WHO ARE YOU?" He looked at her face, it was very pale. The expression was unlike anything else. It was like she was smiling at him, but it was a sad smile. She looked like she was crying. He stopped moving and took a step back.

Seto Kaiba didn't spook easily, he had seen a lot in his life, but this presence shook him to his core, it was like the air around him dropped 50 degrees. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, his heart started to beat faster. The girl, took a step forward. Seto lost control of his legs. They began to run back in the opposite direction. As he was running, the girl was running towards him. As she was running, it looked like she wasn't even touching the ground, her feet glanced over the smooth rich carpet. He ran faster and faster. His heart was in his thought. He passed by Mokuba's room. He had heard his brother screaming and was standing in the doorway.

"Seto?" He said, watching his brother run. Seto feel to the ground, on his back. He propped himself up, watching the girl running to him. "Seto?" He asked again. Mokuba kneeled by his brother. "What's wrong?" The girl kept coming, faster and faster. Closer to them. She was right on them. Seto grabbed Mokuba and shielded him with his own body. He closed his eyes just as the girl was inches from them, he hugged Mokuba tighter, and closed his eyes. He felt a cold breeze. He looked. At the end of the hall, stood the girl in a white skirt and blue tank top. "What was that about?" Mokuba squirmed out of his brother's arms.

"Mokuba, look at the end of that hall and tell me what you see?"

"Why?"

"Don't ask questions, just do it." Mokuba looked to the end of the hall, his eyes widened.

"Who is she?"

"You see her too?"

"Yes, who is she?" The song coming from Mokuba's room ended, the girl disappeared.