A/N: In which I don't update for months :D

Consciousness returned slowly. Blurred memories of an empty field and another boy swam in his mind. He could feel another mind; Noah was waking up as well. Noah. Noah, the boy who was the son of Gozaburo, who tried to kill Seto and take his body. They remembered what happened before they blacked out: Noah failed, and they both got pulled out of the computer and into Seto's body. The horror returned, a fear that they would lose control to the other.

There was a thoughtless moment where they both realized they could control Seto's body, and that the other would not release control easily. They lunged for control, desperate and frantic. Seto and Noah pushed at each other. Noah's mind clawed for control while Seto's shoved Noah away from it. They clawed and shoved at each othery, all in an internal fight until Seto won out. He felt himself settle in control of everything, as if he was slightly in front of the invader in his mind. Frustration bubbled up- but not from him, from Noah. Seto was still horrified, yet he could feel the emotions crossing over. His were crossing over to Noah as well, surely.

Seto opened his eyes and relaxed his muscles. He pushed himself up and swept his gaze across the white room. It seemed like he had been moved into a room that was like a doctor's office at a clinic. It had the bed and medical equipment of one, at least. Noah cut through his observations with a furious string of insults, much to Seto's displeasure.

'You bastard! I deserve control, you were supposed to be erased! You're nothing, a lowly orphan only supposed to be a tool for greater people like me!'

Seto scowled. "Greater people like you? You're a parasite using other people to survive! You should have just died when you were supposed to!"

'How dare you speak to me like that!'

"I'm sure I would be a lot nicer if you hadn't tried to kill me and steal my body."

Whatever Noah was going to retort with got interrupted when the medic stepped into the room. The doctor looked up from his clipboard at Seto with a quiet "Hm?", and then took a seat in the chair.

"So we know that the, er, test didn't go as planned. How are you doing now?"

Seto almost wanted to refuse to answer. "That green haired parasite is in my head, what do you think?"

The doctor started jotting something down on his clipboard. Seto felt Noah claw at him again and dragged him out of control. Suddenly, Noah was in front and Seto couldn't do anything.

L"I'm not a parasite!"

The doctor looked up at him. "What?" He paused, "are you both able to control the body?"

"Yes!" They couldn't tell which one actually spoke.

"Who am I speaking to?"

"It's Noah right now. Seto keeps trying to take his body back-" Seto shoved back into control.

"-Of course I am, it's my body!"

Another note was jotted down. "Is the, ah, switching of control causing any physical discomfort?"

"No, but it's disorienting when that parasite keeps taking over my body."

The doctor hummed. "Would it be alright if I talked to Noah for a minute?"

Seto didn't even get a chance to protest, as Noah forced himself back to the front at the mention of his name.

"I'm here, what do you need?" Noah asked.

"I want to see how functioning your control over the body is," said the doctor, "let's start with you tapping each finger to your thumb, with both hands."

"Got it." Noah easily touched each finger to his thumb. A grin appeared on his face, he was ecstatic to have a real body- even if it was currently still housing it's original owner. He could feel the air in his- Seto's lungs, the texture of the bed, smell the sharp scent of sterile medical tools. Sure Seto was attempting to take back control of his body, but Noah had a strong grasp on the control.

The doctor had him go over several more tests, each showing that Noah had perfect control unless the control of the body started slipping to Seto. He could stand up, walk around, jump, and react appropriately to sudden movement. Everything worked completely fine. Relief washed over him, oh how horrible it would have been if he managed to get a body yet could not operate it!

'You're acting like my body belongs to you, parasite.' Seto spoke up in their shared thoughts.

'It should belong to me, you were supposed to fade.'

Another flare of frustration bubbled up from Seto, but Noah didn't let it ruin his joy.

The doctor set his clipboard off to the side and rose from his seat. "Since we finished that check up, I'll go get Mr. Kaiba. He should be happy to know you're, er, mostly okay." He left the room, leaving Noah and Seto to themselves.

Noah was determined to keep control. It would be quite embarrassing if he lost control to Seto before he could talk to his father. Seto's anger bleed into fear, and he shoved at Noah in a desperate attempt to regain control of his own body. For a minute they froze, neither able to control. Noah slowly pushed Seto away from control again, until he could move the body's limbs. He paced around the room, and found that it was easier to keep control if he was moving around.

Seto made note of that for later.

Only a few moments later, Gozaburo entered the room, followed by the doctor. Noah stopped his pacing and turned to grin at his father, then raced over to wrap his small arms around the man.

"Father! I have a body, it worked! Mostly worked, Seto didn't get erased."

Gozaburo returned the embrace, "I was told. That problem will be fixed soon, once a new program is written to remove him."

"I hope it's not too long," Noah said, "he's annoying and keeps calling me a parasite." He glanced up, happy to see that his father looked relieved that Noah was alive again.

Seto was filled with fear at the very idea, that Gozaburo and Noah were still going to try and kill him again. He grasped at control again, shoving Noah into the back of their mind and pushed himself away from the man. "You- you're going to try and kill me again!" He took a few steps back, "You're trying to kill me and replace me with your demon of a kid!"

Anger flashed on Gozaburo's face, and Seto immediately regretted his words. "You will not speak like that about Noah! Your only purpose is to serve as his body, and you will not disrespect him. Now return control back to him."

"No!" Seto felt the all too familiar pang of betrayal. It was stronger than Noah's attempt to claw back into control, and Noah paused at the intensity. Yet again Seto had been betrayed, only to kept around until his use was up. Clearly in this situation he was considered more useful dead.

He refused to die and leave Mokuba with that parasite and this wicked man.

"No," Seto repeated, "I'm not giving up my body to some brat! This is my body!"

Noah clawed for control, tried to claw Seto back into that space inside his head where he couldn't feel his body. Seto held on to his control, but Noah's attempts for control drove him to his knees. Once again, neither could control Seto's body. In a moments notice the medic was at their side.

"Father, his fear is overwhelming-" Noah was cut off with a quick shake of the head by Seto.

"-Stop trying to control my body-!"

"-No, it belongs to me now!"

"NO!"

For a minute they fell silent. Their body shook with heavy breaths; they continued the struggle for control inside their shared mind.

'How could you think this is okay?' Seto thought, knowing Noah would hear.

'It's not like you'll ever do anything in your life. I am superior to you in every way, My intelligence surpasses all others!' Noah boasted, 'It doesn't concern me if I have to get rid of a nuisance like you to get myself a body again.'

Seto shook with fury at the words of the parasite. His hands curled into fists, and he wished there was a way he could harm Noah. But they were in the same body, he could do nothing.

Suddenly, Gozaburo was kneeling in front of them, hands on Seto's shoulders.

"Noah. Push past Seto and take control."

That was all the encouragement needed for the boy. Noah grasped control and relaxed his hands. "Father, I would like to go home." His real home, not the virtual recreation of it.

"Soon. I have some business here to do first. You will wait here until I'm finished."

Noah sighed, "Fine. I'll work on keeping control while I wait." Then, a passing thought from Seto caught his attention. "What are we doing with Mokuba?"

"That will be up to you. He is simply an extra, I couldn't care less if he stayed or left," Gozaburo answered.

'Don't you dare let him do anything to my brother!' Seto shouted at Noah. He couldn't stand the idea of something happening to Mokuba, because this brat decided he didn't want him.

'Shut up, I'm talking. Clearly you weren't listening earlier.'

Out loud, Noah answered Gozaburo, "I've always wanted a little brother. Might as well keep him around!" He wouldn't even have to worry about whether or not the child would like him, Mokuba would be under the impression he was Seto.

"Very well." Gozaburo stood up, Noah following. "Arrangements will be made for his permanent residence."

Noah grinned, "Wonderful! Thank you for doing all this, father!"

"You say that as if I would not have. Now, I will be off. Find a way to compromise with Seto long enough to return home with minimal issues."

"Of course!" Noah nodded. Gozaburo turned and walked out the door, hands in pockets. The medic remained in the room, likely to supervise and watch him.

Noah climbed up on the bed they had woken up on, and leaned against the wall. He didn't bother to talk to the medic; there were more important things to deal with. The entire time he had felt the attempts at control from Seto, and finally decided to lessen his hold over the body. They drifted into mutual control, focus turning to the mental conversation they would have.

They argued about who would have control, who would talk to Mokuba, and threw insults at each other. Seto insisted that he should not be replaced, that was his murder! Noah argued that he would make much better use of the body, Seto had no purpose.

They eventually reached a temporary agreement: they were stuck together for now. They would work together until they get back to the mansion. Seto would deal with Mokuba, Noah would interact with his father. Everything else would have to be dealt with later.

They stared out the car window, Noah enjoying being in reality and feeling wind on his face, Seto keeping him from taking complete control. Seto had told Mokuba, who sat beside him, that during the "test" he played tag in a field with a dragon, then hide and seek. Mokuba expected to hear about games, and Seto gave him a story of games.

Mokuba rambled aimlessly about what he did, Seto paying just enough attention to respond when needed. Noah was distracted by physical sensation, and it was distracting Seto as well. They drifted in their own thoughts, trying to ignore the thoughts and feelings from the other. Each noticed how similar their thought process was; they both thought in a way similar to a computer. They also noticed that they could access information the other knew. Memories did not come up, but instead facts and concepts.

Not only were Seto and Noah sharing a body, they were sharing information.

Seto was fascinated by all the concepts he now understood and could ponder, supplied by the parasite called Noah. For the last stretch of the ride, he dived into the information and played with the new ideas. It was a wonderful distraction, and he could think up so many things to create-!

"Setooooo, stop ignoring me!" said a very irritated Mokuba. "Are we home yet?"

Seto jerked out of his thoughts and took full control of his body from Noah, who was surprised at the sudden interruption. "Oh, sorry Mokuba. I got distracted." He glanced out the windows, "Almost, I think."

'About two minutes before we pull up to the gate.'

"Two minutes, probably," Seto added. For once since he woke up, Noah was being helpful.

Mokuba nodded with a smile, "Okay! Our house is so big, there's like a million rooms!" He then launched into a very detailed rant of his opinions of the mansion with as much enthusiasm as a child could possibly have. Noah was pleased with how happy Mokuba was about his new home; Mokuba was certainly more excited than Seto was.

'Stop thinking like you're Mokuba's brother. You're not, I am,' Seto snapped at Noah from inside their mind, 'you're just a parasite.'

Noah scoffed, 'I'm his brother now too, whether you like it or not! Either way, it's this or he gets dropped back off at your cruddy orphanage.'

That shut Seto up pretty fast. He wouldn't let Noah get his little brother left alone at that horrid place.

Not a few moments later, the car pulled into the driveway of the Kaiba home. Noah could hardly contain himself at the excitement of being in his real home, in fact he forced himself into control and pretty much flung himself out of the car. Seto tried to pull control back to himself and stop Noah from sprinting out of the car, tried to force his body to slow down-

"Ack!" They landed on the ground with a loud thud. A spike of pain shot out from Seto's elbow, and Noah quickly retreated from the sensation.

'Ow! Ugh, what's up with physical bodies and pain? I hate it. At least the virtual world didn't have pain,' Noah said.

'Oh come on, it's not even that bad!'

Seto picked himself off the ground, rubbing the sore spot. That was embarrassing, no thanks to the parasite. A second later Mokuba enveloped him in a worried hug, apparently concerned about the fall.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course, I just tripped. Don't worry, Mokuba."

Gozaburo walked past the brothers, not even sparing a glance. "Control yourself, son. We don't want any mishaps because of your inability to do so."

Seto and Noah got the message loud and clear. Don't mess up, don't injure themselves because they were fighting for control, Noah shouldn't let Seto screw up his control like that.

Speaking of which, Noah dragged himself into the front of control.

"Of course, father. I'll be more careful."

A/N: I will attempt to actually update regularly! About every two weeks or so.

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