**Here you go guys… it's Akeru!! Lol, this chapter is kinda short, but I told you at the beginning that I just can't drag this kind of a chapter out, so this is what you get. Not quite like all of the other chapters, slightly different as you'll soon find out… I hope you like. Thankz to all of t he reviewers and sorry I keep taking so long!**

Shizuka's Story

School started at 9 o'clock on Monday, just like it did every week. And Mokuba was still hung over from the day before, just like he always was. He wasn't alone in his pain though. The attendance at Jonan High School always started particularly small at the beginning of the week and then grew until Friday, and started back at small again on Monday. Mokuba was one of the very few people who came to school on Monday's; he didn't know why he did though. He was always just as hungover, if not more than everyone else, but he came.

"Mokuba, out drinking this weekend?" Mrs. Hino asked, on eye brow raised.

"Out drinking this weekend," he agreed from where his head was rested on the desk. Then he added, "Ma'am."

Mrs. Hino laughed and threw a text book at his head. "That's no excuse. If you decide to come to school hungover I still expect you to work just like the others."

Mokuba groaned slightly and lifted his head and looked around. There were five other students in the room. All the losers who didn't drink or smoke. I'll never understand why I put myself through this… he said thumping his head back down on the desk. "Just let me die," he mumbled.

"I'll sing at you're funeral," the girl who sat beside him said. She was a cute little girl, short with blonde hair that went a little past her shoulder. She often wore it up in what she liked to call meatballs and was often trying to catch Mokuba's eye. And she did… not in the way she would have liked but Mokuba often though she'd make for an interesting night. He turned his head to the side and raise one hand, placing his index finger on one side of his mouth and his middle on the other. Then he stuck his tongue out and wiggled it around, smirking slightly. "Ewwww," she said picked her desk up and moving at as far as she could without moving it entirely out of the row.

Mokuba laughed slightly but quickly stopped as sharp pains went shooting through his head. "Mr. Kaiba, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the room," Mrs. Hino said, her voice serious now. Mokuba did, he slid out of the desk and then lifted his head and grabbed his books. He went out and took himself to the nurse's office. She was always nice, a young red head. A little flattery went a long way with her.

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"Go, go, go Kaiba!" a loud voice boomed.

"I am going!" Mokuba shrieked.

"Double time!" The voices yelled.

"Oh God," Mokuba said collapsing to his knees, his hand over his mouth. "I think I'm going to be sick." He quickly got up and made a mad dash for the boys bathroom but Mr. Niotaki beat him there.

"If you are sober enough to come to school in the morning then you are sober enough to clean up your own puke… ONCE YOU'RE DONE YOUR LAPS!"

Too late, Mokuba could feel his lunch coming up and poor Mr. Niotaki just happened to be standing in front of him. Mokuba thought about turn his head, and then decided against it as he saw a scared look cross the evil gym teachers face as Mokuba's face paled.

"Oops…" Mokuba mumbled, backing away slowly from the angry gym teacher who was now covered with Mokuba's lunch. Without saying a word the teacher came after him. Mokuba could run now, and he did. Needless to say he finished his laps, a completed several extra as Mr. Niotaki furiously chased him around the room. "Whodda thunk and old guy like you could go this long," Mokuba said, feeling exceptionally better as he turned around and ran backwards, placing his hands behind his head, smirking slightly. Then the inevitable happened and Mokuba found himself plastered to the gym floor. He immediately curled into a ball, attempting to protect his still slightly sour member from the angry teachers blows.

"Stupid bastard," Mokuba mumbled as he limped his way back to the nurses office.

"Back already?" The red haired nurse asked.

"God damn gym teacher beat me up," Mokuba stated, collapsing onto the somewhat hard, leather couch.

"Oh, well I can make you feel better," she said walking over to him.

"I'm afraid I'm in no shape for that luv, my dick is out of order," he mumbled.

"I wasn't talking about that you pervert," she scowled and bent over, and began examining.

"Ooooh yah," Mokuba said, staring down her shirt. She immediately stood up and smacked the laughing Mokuba across the side of the head. He immediately quit and began clutching his head. "Oowww," he yelled rolling onto his side as sharp pains shot through his head.

"Oh I'm sorry Mokuba," she said, a sarcastic tone in her voice.

Today was not going well.

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"Well Mokuba, you are looking much better today," Mrs. Hino said as she peered around her classroom. The attendance had gone from six to 12. Better than Monday but still not very good considering the class usually had 32 student on Friday's.

"Comes with practice, Mokuba mumble before placing his head on his desk. After an incredibly terrifying look from the girl that sat beside him, he turned his head the other way. After one look at he boy who had so much acne you couldn't recognize him Mokuba decided to re think his last action. He lifted his head, and rested it in both his hands and studied the lines on his desk.

"Now then, those of you who were here yesterday will know that we have a test today. And just because you didn't know won't be an excuse because it's on the novel study I gave you all three weeks ago. And it's only on the first seven chapters. I think three weeks is long enough to finish seven chapters. Even for our less than brilliant friends out there…" Mokuba felt slightly insulted as Mrs. Hino directed her stare at him.

"I'll have you know that I'm the only one of those less than brilliant people, as you called them, though they are more formally know as stoners, who even showed up yesterday!" Mokuba grumbled.

"They you know about the test…?"

"Well, uhh no…"

"Because you weren't here!"

"Only because you kicked me out!"

"Which I'm doing now. Mr. Kaiba if you would please collect your things and quietly make your way to the hallway, perhaps we'll see you again later."

"I don't know why I even bother with you're dumb class…" Mokuba grumbled standing up.

"It because of her boobs," a guy who sat across the room tried to say quietly.

Mrs. Hino's faced turned bright red and she slowly turned to the other boy. Then she pointed one finger to the door and the boy just shrugged. "The nurse has nicer boobs anyway," and he got up and followed Mokuba out and down the hall to the nurses room.

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"Why don't you just get out now Mr. Kaiba?" Mr. Niotaki suggested.

Mokuba was silent for a moment before nodding. "Yah, I think you're right," he said and turned, leaving the gym.

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School generally went the same way until Friday. Halloween, the ultimate excuse for a party, not that Mokuba felt he needed an excuse. But he felt today was going to be a bit different that most Fridays, not only would there be a bunch of guys running around in penis costumes, and your average slutty cheer leaders in their slutty, but particularly appealing cheer leader outfits. No, Mokuba didn't mind Halloween at all, but today he was exceptionally excited. Despite his new found emotion, Mokuba walked to school, dragging his feet and looking at the ground until he ran into a tall guy with blonde hair that for some reason, was oddly familiar.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" the blonde guy shouted.

"Shut the fuck up," Mokuba mumbled, suddenly in a bad mood.

"What'd you say to me punk?" the blonde guy demanded, grabbing onto the color or Mokuba's shirt.

"Piss off asshole!" Mokuba shouted, immediately swinging his arms around and detaching the other guys hands from his shirt.

"You're lucky I'm over 18 and you're under or I'd kick the crap outta you right now."

"I'd kick the shit outta you anyway if I wasn't late for class," Mokuba said as the bell rang.

"Why I outta…" his voice trailed off and Mokuba rounded the corner and entered the schoolyard.

Mokuba stood in front of the school for a minute, secretly wondering what was going to happen in the lightly tanned private school. He didn't have long to think about it though because before long his gym teacher started yelling at him and threatening him with the stick he conveniently carried around all the time. Mokuba walked in the school, the furthest door away from the teacher he could, stopped at his locker for a few moments, ditching his coat and then continued onto class.

"You're late Mr. Kaiba," Mrs. Hino said, glaring strictly at him.

"Hey, I'm here aren't I?" Mokuba said, collapsing into a vacant desk in the back corner.

"And so are your fellow stoners as you called them the other day, and they were on time."

"Yah, but I was here all week," Mokuba defended himself.

"Either shut-up or get out Mokuba," Mrs. Hino said, turning her attention back to the sheet of paper she had been studying.

Mokuba chose the latter of the choices, flipping his binder open and staring at the familiar blank page, he was kicked out of this class more often than not so he didn't have a lot of the information required to write the term final. Which was actually taking place in two weeks, and just happened to be what they were preparing for now. They were either to be studying or reading the novel study, a book titled Ender's Game, Mokuba hadn't even started. Mokuba pulled the book from the left side of his binder and studied the cover, it appeared to be a space ship, but Mokuba wasn't sure.

Mokuba set the book back down and looked around the room, all but two of the desks were full now, almost everyone that did attend the class was there. Several were sleeping, others staring into space and the odd few were actually studying or reading. Mokuba smirked slightly as a girl swatted a fly that was buzzing around her head. Flies were stupid this time of year, if nature were to have it's way they wouldn't even be alive. It was too cold for them.

Mokuba returned his attention to the empty sheet of paper in front of him and pulled a pen out of the side holder and began making large circles on the paper. Over and over, the noise seem to get louder and louder in the silent room until the girl in front of him finally spun around and was about to say something when someone knocked on the door, distracting both of them.

Mrs. Hino looked at the door, looking over the top ring of her glasses, trying to see who it was, but they were hiding around the corner, "Come in," she called.

Mokuba watched, almost excitedly as the door slowly opened, unfortunately for his, the door opened his way, so all he could see at the moment was the door. He was slightly disappointed when the vice principle walked through the door and over to Mrs. Hino, whispering something in her ear. Mokuba noted, however, that he didn't close the door behind him, which he usually did. Mrs. Hino nodded and the vice principal motioned to someone.

Mokuba quickly returned his gaze to the door and waited impatiently for whoever it was. His eyes widened slightly as a girl walked through the doorway, and slowly up the isle to the front of the room. She was short, with long, auburn colored hair and a light cream colored skin, which was currently red as she walked through the room, he shoulders crunched up slightly around her face. She was holding a black school bag with both of her hands, staring at the floor as she walked closer to the two teachers. She stopped in front of them, she barley came up the principles shoulders and he was only about 5'10", though she simply continued to stare at the floor, more his shoes now actually.

"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Mrs. Hino suggested as the vice principle gave her one last smile and strode over to the door, exciting and leaving.

The girl turned towards the class, but continued to stare at the floor before looking up slowly, her eyes locking with Mokuba's for just a second. Something lit up inside of him, like a forest fire, out of control, that died quickly as she looked away, but Mokuba couldn't forget her eyes. Beautiful honey brown eyes. Mokuba impatiently waited for her to speak, to hear what her voice sounded like. But she remained silent as she stared att he back wall.

"Well go one child, tell us about yourself," Mrs. Hino said, slighlty aggrivated.

The girl nodded and then opened her mouth, inhaled slowly, exhaled once more, glanced at the floor one last time before starting to speak, "My Names is Katsuya Shizuka, at least that's what they tell me. I actually don't remember anything before 10 months ago. I was on one of those trolley things, in the city and it got collided into by a huge truck, or so I'm told. Three people died… nearly twenty were injured, and I lost my memory," Shizuka explained.

Katsuya… the name was familiar. There was a guy in Kaiba's tournament 5 years earlier that's name was Katsuya, Jounochi that was it. Mokuba faintly recalled a short, annoying little whiny girl that had followed him around. She's been shorter, and flatter, and not nearly as appealing then though.

"I spent the last nine months in a mental hospital where the poked and prodded me with machines of all different sorts, trying to get my memory back, but it wasn't working. Nothing was coming so the finally sent me back out into the real world so I could start over. I met my parents, but I didn't like them, so I live with my older brother Katsuya Jounochi. He's 21 and is working two jobs trying to support both of us, he's pretty cool, apparently before i lost my memory we were pretty close and I was actually nearly blind until he won some weird card game and got 3000 dollars to pay for my operation. Then I-," Shizuka suddenly stopped, looking around at everyone who was staring at her. She blushed deeply and looked at the ground, not speaking anymore.

"Well… it sounds like you've had a very interesting like Shizuka," Mrs. Hino finally said after a long, ackward silence. She looked around the room, a slightly worried look on her face, her brow wrinkled slightly. It wrinkled even more when Mokuba's hand shot up in the air. "Yes?" she asked, slowly and reluctantly.

"I have a question…" Mokuba said slowly, not entirely sure if she should be asking it. Shizuka looked shyly at him, nodding slightly. "Does the name Kaiba mean anything to you?"

Shizuka's simply frowned for a moment, "I told you-," but she stopped suddenly when a pair of ice blue eyes flashed before her. Shizuka quickly raised her hand, placing her palm on her fore head, and fell down onto one knee, whimpering slightly as pain shot through her head.

"That's very interesting…" Mokuba mumbled quietly as everyone went rushing to her side.

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Memories…things that tell us what we used to be, what other people used to be. It's a small miracle when I can remember what I was like the night before. So that pretty much means that there is no way I'm going to remember much about this girl who I knew a long time ago.

Once upon a time, a LONG time ago, I was the little brother of Seto Kaiba. Then I grew up and I changed into something completely different. No longer do I run to my brother whenever I have a little problem. In fact I barely see him anymore. I don't look up to my brother to be my only friend. I'm not a little child anymore. I turned into a messed up something or other.

Like the little butterfly that went into its cocoon…- I wandered off of the topic. Back to 'What ever happened to baby Mokuba?'.

I'm totally different and so are the people that I knew when I was younger, or at least she's different from what I can tell. That was another thing of when I was younger, I only cared to know about Seto and what he was up to. Nothing really mattered, just me and him. So that girl and her brother and of their friends were alright but I didn't pay them much mind.

But is this what happens to all girls you don't pay attention to and lose track of for a long time and then find? They turn out to be great, well good looking. What else can be said, the girl passed out in class. Which makes me wonder about what exactly happened to her, why exactly was she hospitalized?

There is huge blank and I'm actually curious enough that I feel like I want to fill it in.

What ever happened to her and her brother after the tournament and before the incident which took her memory? And what about those friends they had, where had they all gone? It feels like they all just disappeared, people don't just disappear. But my memories disappear. I can feel that I DID used to know them, I know that this contradicts what I said earlier about not noticing them at all.

I wish I could understand my own abused mind. I think that things are on way but they are actually another way. Just like when you're high, the world is going forward but you seem to be spinning. Running towards the finish line only to have a maze rise up around you- is this how she feels? She said she had amnesia, a huge blank in her memory. I have bunch of small blanks, are we one in the same in that sense. Something happened to her, caused by others, I keep doing something to myself, a result of my own actions…

Will I one day look back on my life and just see a huge gap? Will I use so many drugs that this will all just disappear from my mind…?

**So guys?? Did I do okay? I know it doesn't make up for it taking so long, but it's not bad eh'? I like this chapter… I like shizuka's story too… you guys'll note this chapter title is in english lol… You guys can help me you know lol, get our your whips and start cracking, I really need it lol… I'm just not dedicated right now, I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I get and idea, speaking of such, any idea's guys? I know what I generally want to happen, but not really the fillers… you know on top of having a new job, a new social life and… lol writers block I found this swicked cool new yu-gi-oh role playing site… so you guys can now half blame shardypsychoelf for it now ;) lol… oh and you! Shardy… update!**