Okay so I haven't updated in forever I know, but I am now. Here is chapter 3, theres really only gonna be like four chapters so I promise it will be finished really soon. So if you actually read this at all, thanks and sorry that I'm a loser that has a had serious writers block since I got home from school.
Seto placed the little girl on the living room floor as he headed towards the kitchen. The table as already clear which lead him to believe that his mother would be cleaning.
"Seto is that you?" She asked as he entered the room.
"Yeah its me whats wrong?" He leaned against the doorway, the older woman turned off the faucet as she turned to her son. Even as his brain was continuing to deny that what was happening could be real, Seto couldn't push the feeling of joy at having her there.
"I was wondering if you could offer to walk Mokuba to practice today, you know be the mature one and try to make peace." He almost laughed wondering when the last time someone had called him immature could have been, he of course was more then willing to walk the younger boy, well anywhere , he never left his side, which no one would have doubted yesterday, but in this world she made it sound like asking him something he was as willing to do as pull his own teeth. Was that the way he was in this place?
"Yeah I can drop him off if you want, what time?" He was met with a raised eyebrow, but she turned quickly back to her dishes which told Seto this was something that would be obvious if he had really grown up in this world.
"Well as Mokuba has been going to soccer every Saturday at noon for about three years now I would think that would be a good time to drop him off, are you sure your alright Seto? I know you don't like me asking to many questions, but really honey your a walking talking day planner ,its not like you to forget." He knew exactly what she was talking about, in his world being in control was something very important to him, so it would go without saying that even if his responsibilities were far less important he would take them seriously.
"Sorry I'm kinda distracted today, nothing to worry about, but I'd be happy to bring him over." The sink turned off and his mother turned back to watch him.
"If you say so sweetheart, Mokuba said you were acting weird this morning to so I was just cheeking." He shifted still leaning against the door frame, was he really feeling uncomfortable? Very few people ever showed concern for his actions, no matter how irrational and insane they may have seemed, he did whatever he wanted whenever he wanted to do, but his mother (or whoever this really was as he was still trying to deny that this was really happening) didn't seem like she would let that happen.
"Really mother I'm fine, I'm gonna go get dressed. Rea's in the livingroom." He walked back to the stairs heading up to the room he had woken up in. Mokuba's door was closed, he had gone back to sleep so Seto would have to try talking to him when they were going to practice later. The room was just as boring and void of character as before, how on earth did someone live in this place? He thought searching the room for where he would keep his clothing. He crossed to a small dresser knelling down to look through the drawers. He found neatly folded jeans and teeshirts laying inside much to his displeasure, of course he would be at least more normal then in his world, but why did he have to dress so grossly average? He opted for the only things that were mildly decent which consisted of dark jeans and a black tee shirt. What am I doing here? As much as Seto would never say it out loud the only explanation he could come to was that this had something to do with the wish he'd made right before bed. But even thinking that he felt like Yugi ranting on about talking to the ancient pharaoh in his necklace, yes everyone knew it was true, yet that didn't make him seem any less crazy when he spaced out muttering to an invisible being. Could he really be in different place, one where his parents hadn't died? He sank down to the bed laying back to stare at the blank white ceiling, what in the world am I going to do? He thought feeling for the first time in his life like he truly had no clue what to do.
"Seto phone!" His mother's voice called from downstairs, phone? He pushed off the bed and quickly made his way back to the kitchen. She slid a hand through her now lose curls pushing the cordless phone across the counter top. He gave the white object a strange look. "What don't talk to your best friend now?" Yeah my best friend, no hes upstairs refusing to talk to me, but he picked and held it to his ear.
"Hello?" Please tell me your name! He thought desperately.
" Hey Set, its Yugi." Oh dear god above I would have been happier if I could pretend I didn't know! Yugi is my friend? But then again of course he would be after he loved everyone.
"Oh hi Yugi." Kill me now someone, he thought faking as best he could delight at hearing the multicolored hair midget's voice.
"Don't sound so shocked, didn't Naomi tell you who was on the phone?" He laughed.
"Um, yeah its just...never mind, so whats up?" Whats up? Oh hell if I don't get out of here soon I'll end up like every other smucky teenager in th world.
"Are we still going to attempt to buy your brother a birthday present today?" He asked in his chipper voice. Why not just let him help? Just cause he makes me wanna stab my eyes out...
"Yeah of course, I have to walk him to practice at noon wanna meet me at the soccer field?" Seto leaned against the doorway to let his mother out of the room.
"See you then, bye Seto."
"Yeah bye Yugi." I can't believe I just agreed to spend the afternoon with the Yugi gang! Maybe with ear plugs their speeches would be bearable.
"So you have plans today?" Mother called from the living room where he figured she must be playing with Rea. Seto came into the room slipping into a chair across from her and the little girl.
"Yes, but I will be home in time for dinner."
For the first time in his life Seto found himself bored out of his mind. If he had been at home, well his home, he would already be at work piled high with millions of things to finish, but not here. No the only thing that seemed to be of entertainment in their house hold was the television set, where he and Rea had been laying for almost five hours. Could this be what most people do on the weekends? Some days Mokuba would watch TV in his office, but otherwise neither really cared all that much for it and now Seto remembered why. How much Sesame Street could one little girl watch?
"Are you ready to leave Seto?" He looked away from the horrible little creatures on screen to see his little brother leaning against the wide doorway in a blue and white soccer uniform, his long black hair was pulled back in a lose ponytail obviously to keep it away from his face.
"As long as you are Mokuba." He said patting the little girls head as he stood up.
"Mom we're leaving, Rea's in the living room!" Mokuba yelled generally into the house as they walked out to the bright outside light. Immediately the younger boy took the lead walking quickly ahead of his brother, of course he's probably hoping no one remembers were related, and as soon as the thought crossed his mind he realized that his little brother had never been ashamed that they were siblings. Even when the whole world thought Seto had lost his mind Mokuba stood by his side, defending him no matter what. Just another perk to this place I guess, he thought making sure to keep a little away as well so not to start another fight. When I made that wish I never thought about all this, knowing that this is my life could I really want back the life I lead before? Even with all the terrible things that we went through? He mulled over this in his mind watching Mokuba's back the whole time.
Okay so not a lot happened in this chapter I think, but I needed to post something so that I don't let all my stories die completely. The next chapter will probably be more eventful and I'm gonna try and get it out in less then four months this time, again sorry I'm a complete loser at updating.