Basically, this is my first story so please read and review. I love it when people critique my work, but no flames!!!

Summary: Seto has been hearing voices in his head for a while and when visions start coming as well he searches for answers. Something bigger is going on, though, and he'll need help if he wants to get to the bottom of it all.

The rating is just to be safe. Maybe a bit of Azureshipping later on, but don't count on it. Sorry if the prologue seems short but I plan to update as sonn as each chapter is finished. R&R!

Prologue

"Mommy, where are you?"

"Wonder where the lights are..."

"Here I am! I'm down here!"

The first voice is from a small child, I'm guessing a toddler, calling out in a frightened voice for its mother. The second is an older man thinking aloud to himself. The third, a middle aged woman trying to make herself heard. What do these people have in common? Absolutely nothing, except I can hear their voices ringing in my head.

Not that I really want to. I, Seto Kaiba, would love nothing more than to not hear these voices but it seems that I have no choice but to listen. It all started a few years ago, after that pointless trip to Egypt with the geek squad.

The same night that Mokuba and I returned to the mansion there was a terrible storm. Raging winds, torrents of rain, and rumbling thunder. After coaxing a terrified Mokuba to sleep I had wandered in the library, which is on the ground floor. I was standing right in front of the window when it happened. There is an enormous birch tree by the window and with an almighty crack one of the largest branches snapped off and came crashing through the window. I managed to jump out of the way in time but something hit my head and I blacked out.

Mokuba woke me up later, maybe an hour later, and he looked like he'd just seen the reaper. Someone had laid me across a sofa in the living room and all of the covered stacks around me indicated that the maids had saved most of the books. Well, the next bit of the story is pretty uneventful. Had a killer headache for a little while, all of the damages were repaired, and life went on. No changes for a week or two, and that's when the voices started.

They began gradually, in both volume and frequency (N#1). Soon enough it was impossible to concentrate on almost anything in the rush of babbling. There was no way that I would see a doctor and stoke up rumors so I told no one and have kept it that way ever since.. Over time I learned how to block out all of the voices but those in English and Japanese. It was quite an accomplishment, but very far from completely silencing the voices for good.

I'm able to bear listening now. Barely. I almost think that I've changed a bit over time. Never one for patience, and now I can stand even the mutt and Yugi. Sometimes I wonder why I only hear some people and not others. Am I only listening to certain people or is there something else going on? I might never know, but I have a bad feeling deep in the pit of my stomach….

N#1- In case anyone is wondering, I mean frequency as in happening often.