Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Gi Oh.

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Chapter 1

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Why? Why did no one come? No one even thought about coming, didn't they? Maybe he was right. They didn't care. They never cared. They didn't care that right now she was cold, hungry and alone. No one did... well, no human did. He wasn't a human. He was a monster. An obsessed monster. Her head itched and her hair fell in clumps. Her eyes watered and she could barely see between the pain and the darkness. What she would give for someone. Anyone.

The door creaked open and she stirred, panicked by the sudden invasion. It was the last person she wanted to see. Person? No, it was him. The monster. He strode arrogantly over and she shuddered into a corner. It was just like last time. Just like every time. He came... he beat her... he took her. It was because she wasn't perfect enough. She wasn't... her.

"How are you my pet?"

"I am well, my love." Her voice answered in the manner he had instructed it to. It wasn't even her controlling her own speech anymore. She belonged to him. In every way.

"Then you wouldn't mind taking care of a little pest for me? It's nothing too stressful. Just make sure he doesn't get out." The rusty bars of her cell opened slowly and she perked up. This had never happened before. She didn't know what to expect. She settled with just raising her head a little, but not moving.

No sooner had she done so than did a little boy get violently shoved into the cage with her.

"Let me out! You better let me go, or I swear my brother will kick your ass!" The feisty black haired boy shouted, shaking his fists and cursing. It was a person. Just as she wanted. The second the thought passed through her she immediately regretted it. She didn't want a person here. That would mean they would be trapped with her. Doomed to live as she did. She would never wish that on anyone.

"He'll hurt you if you struggle." She warned as the door leading out closed and the weight the air held when he was around lifted. The boy spun and squinted through the darkness.

"Who... who are you?" She stopped. What should she say? She knew what the monster would want to hear, but what should she say to this boy? Did the monster want her to... no. there was only one option left. Her former self was dead.

"My name... is Cecilia." The boy got closer, moving to where he could see her better.

"Cecilia... hi, I'm Mokuba. Are you trapped down here too?" She pondered for a moment before nodding. "Then you don't need to worry. My big brother is coming to get me and he'll get you out too." She looked up at him for a moment, but didn't stir. Didn't get happy, or excited. The boy was so sure of himself, but she didn't think it possible to escape.

But... If it were true... If his brother was coming to get him... She may not have someone waiting for her... looking for her, caring for her, but if he did, then there was a chance.

"My name isn't Cecilia. That's the name he makes me use. My actual name is Mina." Mokuba sat back, confused.

"Makes you... why?" She shook her head. She never had to put it in words, and she didn't think she had the strength to. "Well... Mina, once Seto comes, you wont ever have to be called Cecilia again." She smiled. Just the thought was enough to give hope.

"Max, how have you been faring?" An elderly woman placed her hand on his shoulder as he moved to hug her.

"I have been... It's been difficult. I miss her so dearly. As we all do. Luckily you have Mina to keep you company. She looks just like her. Her face I mean. She really took after Cecilia." He said, looking over at the young teen sitting herself down for some tea.

"You know what they say. A child will take after their god parent of same gender. Though I must say..." The woman quieted her voice and leaned into him. "It's been rather difficult for Alexander and I to take care of her proper. We've already raised our generation of children, and though I love my granddaughter, it's just so hard. She looks so much like her mother, and her aunt. I see them both in her, and it pains me that I've lost both of my daughters. I do love her, but..."

"Then, perhaps I can help. When Alexandria and her husband died, Cecilia always did want to adopt Mina. How about I take care of her. It'll do some good to have someone else in the house. A lady's touch again. It will warm it." He offered before sipping some tea of his own.

"That might work well. I'll have to ask her-"

"No need. I see how handling me is so stressful for you. Grandmother, it's alright. You've raised me from an infant. That's more than you ever had to. And in four years, I'll be of age to claim my inheritance. I'll be out of everyone's hair. Besides, I did enjoy my summers at the Pegasus household with both Aunt Cecilia and Uncle Max. If you truly mean it, I would be happy to come with you." She bowed politely and smiled up to her uncle as she moved with him towards his car.

"You really do look so much like your aunt..." His voice called out as the memory faded. Her eyes snapped open as the door closed quietly. There was someone inside there. The boy rose next to her. He had fallen asleep against her in the cell.

"Cecilia, it's time." The monster called. She rose robotically, but Mokuba tugged on her arm.

"What? Where are you going? What are you going to do with her?" The boy demanded. He had spunk. If he were a little older, a little bigger, he would probably be strong enough to take them on. If his brother was anything like him, they would be safe soon. She just had to bare it long enough.

"It's alright Mokuba. I'll be back soon." She didn't want to leave his side. She had been alone and scared so many nights in that cell, she wouldn't wish it on another soul. But this was something she had to do. Maybe even... for the last time.

He pulled her into the light. It had been so long since last she saw it, she had begun to think her eyes would never adjust. She held back a whimper as he tugged on a strand of hair.

"This wont do. This wont do at all." He beckoned someone from behind her and they gripped her arm and waited for his instruction. "Her roots are showing. Bleach it again." He said simply.

"B-but sir, her head hasn't healed up from last time. If I put bleach on the irritated skin-"

"Cecilia didn't have dark roots. Her hair was pure spun sunshine. That's what I want. Sunshine. Get her some new contacts as well, these ones are faded." He said dismissively, moving away and leaving her to the man.

There was no use in begging. Pegasus's threat was more dangerous than her plea for mercy. The bleach burned and stung in ways that sent her head reeling. It took hours for them to get the right shade, her natural hair color being black. They applied the toner and washed the now blond hair, the only other color being the blood seeping from the sores atop her head. When it came to the contacts, she had been forbidden to touch them, not entirely knowing how to remove them. They instructed her to open her eyes and tilt her head back. They touched the things, but she didn't know how to grab and pull them out.

She tried only once. It resulted in ripping the thing in half. One half out and in her hand, the other floating around inside her eye socket. It was terrifying. She had gotten in so much trouble for it and never wanted to try again. They removed them quickly, placing in new ones as needed. Her head felt like it was on fire. Her eyes like they were filled with sand. But this wasn't real pain. That was the next part. She moved off to the master bedroom of the castle.

"Welcome my darling." He greeted her. She felt sick. She always felt sick when he spoke. She nodded her head in acknowledgement. "Don't look so grim my love. Soon you will be complete. I have the final key. The final plan." He turned to her from staring out the window. A light smile tugged on his lips. "Once I have you back... Cecilia..." He moved to her, and as usual, she had to fight the urge to run. His fingers traced her jawline as her worst nightmare played itself out again.

Mokuba paced back and forth, genuinely confused. His confidence was wavering every day and with that, her hope died already. She was desolate. Not only was she not being rescued, she had to watch as his hope died too. She pulled him to her and hugged him gently.

"How... How long have you been in here?" He asked quietly. She didn't want to answer. The answer would kill him. Would kill his hope.

"Mokuba, don't worry abou-"

"No! I'm not a little kid. I know what this is. I know what I'm waiting for may not... No, he'll come. He always comes. He's the strongest, smartest best big brother in the world and he'll rescue me. No matter what. So stop trying to protect me. I know already. I know... so just tell me."

"Three and a half years." The boy was quiet for a while. It was almost unbearable the silence. She had been alone for so long, the silence was her only friend, but now that the boy was here with her, her old friend was now a deadly enemy. "He'll come." She whispered finally. She didn't know if she believed the words, but she hoped he did.

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Dark and creepy, but Mokuba aint getting down. He know's he's got the best teammate in the world. The one, The only... wait...where is he?

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