A.N: I would like to thank all of you who continue to read my stories despite the uneven schedule of my publications…This summer I have been shaken by some depressing events, and I haven't really had much motivation to do anything the past few months…Also, I would love to hear how some of you think about the story so far, so if you can, please review!

Chapter Three

Sitting patiently yet restlessly in his dungeon cell, Mokuba started at the wall through the bars, sadly waiting for the moment for his older brother to save him promptly.

'I know Seto's here,' he thought with determination 'He's gotta be…'

Proceeding with her walk to ease her mind from the sudden change of heart from her father's decision in allowing her to duel as a major figure in his 'surprise' tournament, Cecelia strolled through the halls of the dungeon eerily , with the heels of her moderately raised pumps clanking along the stone floor rhythmically. 'I haven't been down here in ages…' she thought strangely 'It looks a little run down…I wonder how long it's been since some did some cleaning down here.' She continued down the halls calmly. 'I wonder if Seto's here to participate in this tournament as well…' she suddenly thought hopefully. 'Then chances are I'll get to face him, which I suppose would add to my father's so called surprise…'

Hearing the echoing of her movements from just down the hall in his cell, Mokuba had snapped back into reality and got up from sitting on the floor carefully, his legs asleep from being stationary for so long.

"Uh, hello?" he called out curiously yet cautiously, catching Cecelia's attention instantly. "Is someone there?"

Stopping in her travels, Cecelia looked around carefully, finding nothing in her sight. She stood still suspiciously.

"I-I am here," she answered calmly in steadiness and a great deal of anxiety, thinking it was one of her father's workers. "But where are you?"

She started to walk forwards again slowly, while scanning the area intricately. From his cell, Mokuba's spirits lifted immensely in excitement.

"Uh, I wish I could answer you honestly," he called out to the dark halls eagerly. "But I really don't know where I am, uh, Miss.." he continued nervously. "Or why I'm here…"

'Oh no, it's just a little boy..' she thought frantically and sped up down the halls. 'I didn't even know that these dungeons were still in use…' she continued to put the pieces together strangely. 'Father is definitely up to something and I really don't like it.'

"Don't worry, my friend!" called out gracefully down the hallway, hurrying along as she looked in every cell. "I'm coming to help you!"

Mokuba gasped in awe.

"Wait, you mean," Mokuba continued skeptically, his hopes still growing greatly. "You're not here to hurt me?"

He saw a slender, older looking beautiful girl peer into his cell, stopping right in front of him with a miserable frown.

"No, of course not…" she told him kindly. "Like I said before, I'm here to help you!"

She scanned the bars of his cell carefully, looking at the old, rusty lock curiously to see if she could open it. 'I have just the thing, hehe…' she thought happily, reaching up into her silvery blonde hair. 'This works on every door in the castle…I'll be damned if it doesn't work here…'

"Don't worry," she assured Mokuba confidently, pulling out a long, thin hairpin from her long locks, releasing a thin bunch that draped over her seemingly perfect face. "I've got this one covered." She carefully slid the pin into the keyhole of the lock. "By the looks of things, this should do just the trick.." she continued to calm Mokuba easily, gently twisting the pin to prod tediously around the lock, but it wouldn't unhinge. She sighed heavily with impatience. "Darn it.." she cursed herself under her breath. "Please forgive me, sir, but I don't carry the keys for this lock.."

"Hey, at least you tried, Miss!" Mokuba encouraged proudly, then sighed. "But if you don't mind me asking…Uh…Who are you exactly?"

Cecelia's eyes widened in shame of herself.

"Goodness me, I'm sorry!" she gasped in disgust. "This is the most excitement I've had for quite a while, I forgot to introduce myself!" she curtsied politely. "My name is Cecelia, sir. Cecelia Pegasus, Maxmillion Pegasus' daughter."

Mokuba stared at her in bewilderment.

"Wow, no way!" he gasped in shock. "Man, I didn't even know Pegasus had a daughter…"

Cecelia frowned sadly.

"Well, not many people do." She explained to him kindly. "You see, I'm supposed to be confined to my room to study…But for some reason my father is letting me duel in this new tournament and I'm really unsure if the reason he told me is valid…" she sighed miserably. "So, you have no idea why you're here!"

"Nope." Mokuba tone changed to a depressed, mopey sound. "But I don't really have to, because I know my older brother's on his way to come rescue me!" he smiled half-heartedly.

Cecelia's heart warmed slightly, making a slight smile sneak through her stone expression.

"You sound like a lucky guy." She replied dreamily, always wanting a sibling of her own, but never had the chance to. "Your brother sounds like a great guy to have around."

"You bet!" Mokuba agreed cheerfully, crawling towards her limply from within his cell, holding out his necklace which had resembled the back face of a Duel Monsters card. Cecelia peered down at the charm in fascination as he pressed the latch down on the side of it gently. Inside, the charm revealed a small picture of Seto Kaiba in his youth, causing Cecelia to inhale dramatically at the sight, making Mokuba nearly jump.

"S-Seto Kaiba is your older brother?!" she nearly shrieked, surprising Mokuba a great deal.

"Wait a sec," Mokuba followed up, a touch of suspicion in his voice. "If you're always locked up in your room and you're barely known about, then how do you know Seto?"

Cecelia smiled warmly.

"It's quite the simple story, really." She responded coolly. "Gazeburo Kaiba was a very good friend of my father's." she crossed her arms proudly. "I used to see Seto quite frequently years back, before Gazeburo had passed…" she continued to explain after a frown. "But after that, I haven't seen Seto at all. Your brother was my best and only friend…"

"Funny," Mokuba grinned cheekily. "He never spoke about you."

Cecelia smirked in acknowledgement.

"Interesting." She shot back playfully. "I knew he had a younger brother, he used to talk about you quite a bit." She thought for a moment to recall. "I remember him always saying you two were really close…Mokuba, right?"

Mokuba's eyes widened once again in wonder.
"So we are talking about the same person!" he laughed happily. "Wow! Seto had a girlfriend and never told me?" he joked. Cecelia blushed slightly and giggled.

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far, heh heh." She replied modestly. "Really, we were just good friends!" she remembered the encounter with the lock. "Oh, right!" she blurted out hastily. "Now then, I'm going to try and get the key to this old cell and get you out of here, okay?"

"Okay!" Mokuba agreed firmly. "Thanks so much, Miss Cecelia!"

"Cecelia is fine, please." She responded courteously. "I don't expect friends to address me formally. I promise, I'll try to be quick!"

"Be careful!" Mokuba told her politely. "And hey, Seto's been really lonely with just me around to keep him company, so if you want, you have my okay to come visit!" he laughed cheerfully. "I think the real reason he never talks about you is because he really likes you! He isn't really one for saying how he feels, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case!"

Cecelia went completely red.

"Oh, uh, thank you!" Cecelia laughed it off lightly. "One might say I wouldn't be troubled by it, I appreciate the offer."

With no further commentary, she winked at Mokuba coyly and rushed out of the dungeon hastily.