(A/N: Hmm...I don't really have much to say about this one except "Read it!")

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warnings: Not a single one.

Chapter 1

Mokuba sighed heavily as he ended his twelfth game of solitaire. He briefly glanced at the bottom corner of his laptop screen to look at the time, which read 12:34.

"Man, niisama will be mad if he catches me up this late," Mokuba whispered to the luminous blue desktop. But he quickly dismissed the thought and laughed softly to himself. Who was he kidding? Seto wouldn't check on him. He was working, like always.

Mokuba drummed his fingers on the edge of his desk as he continued to stare at the brightly glowing screen of his own personal laptop, which at the moment was the only source of light in his bedroom along with the thin strip of light that peeked in from under the doorframe. Outside the spring rain was still pouring heavily, but the young raven-haired boy didn't seem to mind. After all, the steady rhythmic beating of the raindrops on the windowpane were preventing the room from becoming eerily silent, which was one thing that bothered Mokuba terribly.

Mokuba slowly shifted his dark gray eyes to his neatly made bed and debated on whether or not he should finally go to sleep. It was only Tuesday, so he had to go to school tomorrow. But it wasn't long before another sigh escaped past his lips and he turned back to start a new game of solitaire. He wouldn't have been able to fall asleep even if he wanted to.

"I'm going to go back and stay with my father. But I'm glad that I got to have a body, even if it was only for a little while."

Mokuba bit his lower lip as the words of his step-brother floated back into his mind. The whole incident in the virtual world had happened months ago, but Mokuba just couldn't seem to push it out of his mind. At times like these, when he was alone and had nothing to distract himself, that last conversation he had with Noa before his death would resurface once again, bringing back all the painful memories that he wished could be forgotten. But the conversation would only play in a continuous loop, with every single word so clear it was almost as if Noa was whispering the words into his ear.

"I got my human heart back, Mokuba, thanks to you."

"It's not fair," Mokuba mumbled softly to the floor as he fought back tears that never failed to spring to the corners of his eyes every time he looked back on the day of Noa's death. And it wasn't fair. Noa had been so mistreated by Gozaburo, and that's why he was so cold-hearted at first. But the second he decided to change, his life was stolen away from him. He had saved everyone's lives, and there was nothing that anyone could have done to save his.

Mokuba attempted to distract himself again as he dragged an electronic four of hearts and dropped it onto a five of spades. This would be the last game, he told himself. He had to at least try to go to bed, even if he had to lie in his bed for two hours until he fell asleep. Besides, the expensive mattress of his double bed was much more comfortable than the cushion of the swivel chair that he was currently seated upon.

A few more clicks of the mouse, and Mokuba had run out of moves. He slowly began to drag the cursor up to the exit button when a sudden gust of wind blew through the open window, causing Mokuba to tightly grasp his hands around his small shoulders. When he stopped shivering, he gently eased his tightened muscles and wheeled his chair over to the window and promptly slammed it shut.

Now that no more of the brisk air was able to reach into his bedroom, Mokuba lazily rolled his chair back to the desk to resume his previous task. He had already sworn to himself that after he lost the next game, he would turn off the laptop. And as far as he knew, there were no more moves left.

He once again began to move the cursor up to the corner of the screen to close the program, but right as he was about to click the little grey box and exit his game, the entire screen exploded in a mess of noisy static. Startled, Mokuba jumped back with a short yelp.

"Great," he muttered sarcastically when his breathing had slowed down again. This was a really expensive laptop, and it was new too. And he didn't want to bother Seto to come and fix it, especially considering what time it was.

Mokuba frantically hit random buttons on the keyboard in a desperate attempt to fix whatever had just happened. But not even the power button was working anymore. No matter what he did, the flat rectangular screen showed the same fuzzy picture while an annoying buzzing echoed from the speakers.

"I guess I have to get niisama," he said slowly after pressing a few more combinations of buttons on the keyboard. "But he's not gonna be very happy about this…"

Mokuba trudged to the door, but just as he grasped the knob, he thought he heard a slight change in the buzzing static. Still keeping his hand on the doorknob, he paused before opening the door to listen for a minute. He needed to make sure he wasn't hearing things. Just as he thought, the sound shifted again, and he was just able to make out the choppy voice that was nearly drowned in static.

"…Mo…ku…ba…"

Mokuba's body stiffened as he heard his name, but he made no move to bolt out of his room. Instead, his fingers slowly released the doorknob and he made his way back to his desk. He had to find out what it was that just called his name.

When he was standing in front of the laptop, he noticed that the screen no longer looked like a TV with bad reception. Now the snowy grey mess was replaced with a disarray of pixels, mostly white and green in color. Mokuba squinted, but was still unable to make anything out. But it seemed as if the picture was becoming clearer, so he stood there patiently and watched as the pixels slowly arranged themselves.

After a minute, there seemed to be a definite form to the picture. It seemed…human. And familiar too, though Mokuba couldn't quite figure out why. But as the final pixels fell into place and the image became fully visible, Mokuba's eyes grew wide and his heart pounded in his chest, now fully aware of why it had looked so familiar to him.

"You…" he breathed.

(A/N: Well, who could it possibly be? I'm sure we've all figured it out by now, but that's okay! Just make sure to read the next chappie when I post it. So until then, don't forget to review!

And for anyone who cares, I've also posted four other YGO fics today if you wanna check them out!)