Hi everyone I'm back from my vacation so like I promised I'm doing this sequel. But like everyone now school is unfortunately going to start soon and since I'm going to a new school I don't really know how much time I'll have to continue this story. Don't worry it doesn't mean I'm not going to finish it cause there is nothing I hate more then people who start a story and don't finish it. It just means it will probably take more time........stupid school. AHH even worst I'll have to take a picture for my stupid student card Wednesday shit
I also suggest to read my 'in the other's shoes' if you didn't already had done it because this is a sequel and I repeat for the people who never take the time to read what the authors have to say.
THIS IS A SEQUEL. Oh and the story will probably be separate into two part but I'm not sure yet.
Chapter one: Who is he?
Mokuba was still sleeping, he had a bruise on his check from what had happened the last day and he was still holding the stone in his arm and there was still trace of his tears all over his face.
The alarm of his clock woke him up witch Mokuba found rather strange since he never had an alarm in his room since his brother was always the one to wake him up or one of the maid in case Seto couldn't.
Right now he really was graceful to not have an alarm in his room...well at least not suppose to have one. There was nothing like an alarm in the morning to put you in a bad mood and Mokuba had no reason to be happy; not after what happened the day before. He could still fell the pain from his brother's hits.
After 5 sec or so Mokuba had enough of the alarm so he took it and threw it to the other side of the room expecting it to break. Unfortunately the one who invented this clock had find some anti-kid in bad mood device so the stupid alarm only became stronger so Mokuba finally decided to get out of his bed and turn off that stupid thing before it drive him crazy.
He didn't even completely stand up that he felt to the ground, he stretched his arm to close the stupid alarm and just lay there on his stomach. Why should he get up? He didn't have any reason to do so; his brother clearly didn't like him so he just stood there as tears started running on his cheek. After what seemed like hours but was only 15 minute he decided that staying here wouldn't do anything and he was hungry so he decided to go eat.
As he looked up he saw himself in a mirror what he saw almost made him scream. There was no way what he was seeing was himself, it was impossible. He slowly stood up never getting his eyes off the mirror. The person in front of him clearly looked like him but with one major difference; He was....older.
Mokuba was unable to get his eyes away from his reflection he was taller; almost twice the size he had when he get to bed even if he was far from Kaiba's size. His face was no longer a child one and his eyes were exactly like Kaiba's one except for the colour and his eyes weren't cold like his brother's ones. The only thing that didn't at all was his hairs.
His sudden grow up state apart he still had a bruise on each cheek resulting from all the time he got punch in the face during the last week, one on the neck and an even bigger one covering half his stomach because of when his brother took him by the collar and when he kicked him with his knee.
Mokuba felt dizzy as he started to make his was to the kitchen it was like everything was spinning and he almost fell at each step. Everything around him was different he wasn't in the mansion anymore his brain made up a story to explain the new house and why he had gained five years in one night.
Who knows maybe he fell in a coma or something like that and his brother loosed Kaiba Corp. so that's why he was in such a small house. Yea right like my brother would loose his so precious little company he'll throw me away before that happen.
When Mokuba reached the kitchen there was already someone reading the newspaper with a coffee, someone that really looked like Kaiba.
"S-Seto?" Mokuba said with hesitation, not too sure what to thing about the situation. As he talk the sound of his voice surprised him; it clearly wasn't his little child voice.
When he heard Mokuba speak the man turned around to look at him "Good morning Mokuba." He said returning to his newspaper.
As soon as he saw the man's face he knew it wasn't his brother; even if there was some kind of family resemblance with Seto this man was clearly older, probably in his late 30 or early 40. His hairs were paler then Seto's one and he even has some grey hairs. But the biggest difference lay in the eyes; his eyes weren't icy blue like Seto's one but dark violet like his one.
"Who are you?" Mokuba asked totally freak out.
At this the man turned around with a questioning look on his face. "Are you ok?" He asked.
"Who are you and where's Seto?" Mokuba ask slowly walking back only to be stop by a stupid wall.
The man now really looked worried; he let his newspaper down and walked toward Mokuba. "What's wrong with you Mokuba, and who's Seto anyway?" The man tried to put his and on Mokuba's forehead to see if he was sick but Mokuba let himself fell to the ground, witch wasn't difficult because he didn't feel like he could stay on his feet any longer.
The stranger simply lowered himself to the same level as Mokuba and put his hand on his forehead.
"Leave me alone" Mokuba yelled to the man but this time he had nowhere to escape.
"Hey come down Mokuba, It's not like I'll hurt you or something." This didn't really calm Mokuba but he was too tired to fight anymore. "You seem to still have high fever; you should go back to bed."
Mokuba didn't trust him but he was too tired to resist when the men help him back to his bed. When they pass through the living room he noticed that everything was in boxes. As soon as he was in his bed Mokuba closed his eyes, his head was hurting and everything around him was spinning.
A couple of minutes later he felt something cold on his forehead, he slowly open his eyes. Over him there was the same man. He really looks worried about me, I wonder why.
"Who are you?" Mokuba asked again with a weak voice.
"Hmm it looks like you fever has gone to your head." The man answered. "You should sleep a bit it will probably pass."
"Just answer me. Who are you?" Mokuba ask for the third time.
"Mokuba... I'm you father don't you remember me." He said even more worried now.
Mokuba let out a really low chuckle at this. "Yea right, my father is dead when I was three." He answered.
"That's it. I'm calling a doctor." The man said leaving the room. A sec later Mokuba felt asleep.
Around an hour later Mokuba was woke up by two voices.
"So he doesn't remember you." The first voice said. Mokuba was sure this voice was really familiar but he couldn't remember where he had heard it. Anyway his head hurt too much for him to think about anything.
"No he keeps asking me who I am and when I told him he said I was dead when he was three years old."
"Did he talk about anything else strange?"
"Well he also asked for a certain Seto I think."
"Do you know anyone named Seto?" The doctor asked.
"No. Me and My wife wanted to call him that way but we changed idea after he was born but I don't think he know that."
"How much time has he been sick?"
"A week."
"I'll give him some medic to help him, as long as he has fever he must stay in bed. If his fever go any higher take him to a hospital immediately, and don't worry about his memory problem he's probably just delirious, just answer his questions."
Mokuba just stood there listening to the two men when he fell something cold on his arm. He opened his eyes fearing what was coming next. When he saw the needle, he quickly hided his arm under the cover holding it against his body. He always was scare of needle and it wasn't because he had grown five years in one night that it was going to change.
"Come one boy just give me your arm I promise you it won't hurt." The doctor said when he saw that Mokuba had put his arm back under the cover.
Of course Mokuba never believe anyone when they said that needle don't hurt, he remembered the really bad experience he had with one when he was seven. A stupid cat had scratched him so he had to go to the hospital for a vaccine against the tetanus. Same as always 'If you don't move it won't hurt you'
He did as she said and didn't move but the stupid nurse did a false move and the needle broke in his arm it hurt him so much that even after all these years and all the vaccine he had after he never let anyone give him one without a fight. Looking at the nurse trying to hold him still always made his brother laugh witch was something that he didn't do often.
Mokuba's bad mood came back when he thought about his brother but still he wasn't going to let the doctor give him his stupid medic easily.
It took 10 minute before the doctor successfully gives him the medic. 'Mokuba's father' like he called himself had to hold him still on the bed, while the doctor had a knee on Mokuba's hand so he wouldn't take it away.
Three hours later Mokuba was woke up by the man who claimed to be his father when he gives him some food. Mokuba had decide, since his head hurt too much to even think about anything, that he'll just shut-up and think about it when he'll feel better.
When his 'father' helped him to sit Mokuba unconsciously put his hand where he had his injection.
"If you hadn't move then it wouldn't hurt Mokuba." He said with an expressionless face.
Mokuba smiled a bit when he heard that; his brother always said that to him after he had an injection. When his thought went to his brother again Mokuba just shake his head and concentrate on his diner.
Mokuba woke up for the 15th time this night. His 'father' was gone. He told him he had to go to his new job right now or he'll lose it and that He'll be back in the morning.
Mokuba turned around in his bed to go back to sleep but there was something uncomfortable under him something hard. Mokuba took it in his and turned the light on to see what it was. He recognised it instantly it was the same stone he had in his hand when he felt asleep the day before.
This was strange to Mokuba; nothing he had in his room was there so why did he still have the stone. Mokuba's head start hurting again so he decided to think about it later and went back to sleep. If only this stupid fever could go away. Mokuba thought as he felt asleep.
This night Mokuba had a strange dream; he was small, really small. He was on his foot unsure what to do next.
"Come on Mokie you can do it come give me a hug." He heard someone telling him.
Mokuba looked up and saw his brother as a child, on his knee three feet away from him, his arm open to give him a hug.
"Seto" Mokuba answer giggling with a baby voice slowly walking toward his brother. When he was almost in his brother's arm he could sense himfelf falling but his brother catch him in a hug witch make Him giggle even more.
"See I told you you can do it Mokie." His brother said with a smile.
"What's so funny little man? Causing trouble to your big brother?" another cheerful warm voice said.
"Mokie walked alone." His brother said.
"Really you finally decided to walk alone little man then if you can walk here to give me a hug I'll give you a piece of cake what do you say." The man said laughing, opening his arm.
"Come on Mokie go give daddy a hug." Seto said with a smile.
Mokuba slowly made his way to his father but he fell down before he could reach it and start crying.
"Hey come on little man you did the best you could I'm really proud of you." His father said taking him in his arm.
Mokuba looked up at him his big eyes full of tears. "Cake?" he said still looking at his father with his puppy eyes.
Both Seto and his father laugh at this. "Of course you can have cake." His father said still laughing.
Arrow: ok here goes the first chapter. Ohh the cake part was so cute. If you want this story to continue faster I'll give you a hint good review put me in good mood so I write more you should consider yourself lucky cause I don't ask for a certain number of review for the next chapter.