I do not own Yugioh. I mean, I would know if I did, right?
I would like to thank all those who reviewed. Misura gets cookies just for being Misura. Kikoken gets cookies for being Kikoken. Satine89 gets cookies for being Satine89. But Misura gets extra cookies for guessing about Seto Kaiba. Even though, yes, she's not right.
So here is the answer: I don't know. ((Ducks thrown shoes.))
I know, I know... It was CRUEL to make you think so hard on his name!
Well, okay fine then. I do know. Here is theanswer:
The subject of the chapteris called one thing (besides he or her) throughout the entire chapter. Calling will be different per chapter depending on plot of chapter. So when SetoKaiba was all high and mighty, he wanted the world to remember him by his full name. And in this... The subject is lost, and does not know his name until it is told to him (by the high and mighty Seto Kaiba.)
Lights out on Seto Kaiba - Lost
The boy slept in a chair, clutching his covering tightly, moaning in his nightmares. His breathing was labourous, coming in short, breathy gasps. His feet jerked as if he were running, and although that action should have woken him up, the boy was in too deep of a dream to be let go...
Dream Start
The darkness faded into alleyways and passages. The boy continued to run, clutching a metal briefcase to his chest, feeling his breathing reverberate against the metal, listening to his footsteps as they echoed heavily against empty, rusting buildings. Abandoned streets seemed dangerous to him, and he could hear his heart pounding in his ears.
A cackle.
The boy whipped his head around, long ebony tresses snapping with it. Suddenly, the heat he felt from his runing was gone, and left was the cold feeling of dry ice.
Full fledged laughter.
The boy jumped off the pier that appeared out of nowhere. He was now swimming as fast as he could while clinging still to the metal briefcase. He felt ropes burning at his wrists, and he could no longer move forward. He looked back to see he'd dropped the briefcase. No! He tried to swim back, but ropes tied him down, and he was running out of air. Why won't that laughter stop?!
The boy heard something else, and felt a grip on his shoulders, bringing him back to reality.
"Mokuba, wake up!"
End Dream
The boy bolted upright, eyes wide and mouth gasping for air, clutching, as if his life depended on it, to the metal briefcase. He swallowed and looked into the emotionless blueeyes before him.
"Mokuba, it's time to go."
The boy nodded, and followed
((tbc...)).
