Shadows of the Night

Written by:

Setalina Muro

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Chapter Three

Mokuba opened his eyes. For a moment, he wondered if he really had done so. The room was pitch, black. There was a dull throbbing in his head and his left hand lay motionless by his side. He used his right to prop himself up.

His eyes continued to adjust to the light, a mere pale glow from the pale starlight outside. He groaned as he sat up. Every joint in his left arm went from numb to aching in seconds. A vessel above his left wrist had burst. There was a half-dried puddle of blood on the floor and some had matted in his raven hair.

He stumbled toward his desk, a dizzying sickness clouding his head. When he reached it, he fell into his chair. Mokuba glanced toward the digital clock. The face was dark. He found it quite funny. The reality chamber had killed the whole house.

He heard a grandfather clock chime somewhere in the darkened abyss of the mansion's vast hallways. He counted the chimes. 9...10...11...12... It was midnight.

'Eight hours?' he thought checking the watch on his wrist. It, too, was dead. ' I was on the verge of dead for eight hours? What Seto would say now.'

Mokuba was dead tired. He sat a few moments, staring idly at the ceiling, and then he moved toward the door. The hinges creaked slightly as it opened. Mokuba shivered. 'Damn, is this house creepy at night,' he thought. The front room was dark. He went up the marble staircase. The servants had long since gone home, so perhaps even if he hadn't blown out the fuses it would have been dark.

Mokuba paused at the top of the stairway. His bedroom was to the right, but his eyes followed a pathway to the left hallway. That was the way to Seto's room.

Half against his will he moved toward the left. Three doors he passed and then...Seto's room. He reached for the doorknob, his hand shaking slightly; His mind was racing. 'What the hell am I doing?' But he couldn't fight the urge to enter into his brother's old room.

The faint glow of starlight entered through the open curtains. Mokuba shivered, for the room, was deadly cold against his bare skin through the tattered trench coat.

Everything was exactly as Seto had left it. The cologne, combs, and towels were arranged neatly on the desk covered in a thick layer of dust. The dresser and show rack followed suit. And the bed, in the center of the room, lay untouched, the maroon sheets and comforter neatly folded. A mirror sat in the corner, still tilted from its last use.

A soft smile reached his solemn mouth.

Flashback

The pitter-patter of running water could be heard through the thick maple door. Sunlight poured into the almost cheerful looking room. Clothes from the day before were strewn carelessly around the floor.

A small raven-haired head poked through the hallway door. "Seto?" a small, boyish voice asked.

He heard the shower running in the bathroom. The younger Kaiba brother opened the door a bit wider, a mischievous grin spreading over his face.

He ran and jumped onto the bed, pulling the covers over his head. He listened, quivering with excitement and retaining a fit of giggles.

The drip of water suddenly halted and footsteps were heard coming toward the door. The door creaked as Seto opened the door.

His blue eyes swept around the room, and he noticed a lump in his bed. He smiled and momentarily ignoring the lump in his bed, he began to pull on a pair of black pants and a black shirt, whistling some nonsense tune.

He walked to the door, pulled it open, and then closed it. The bundle stirred as Seto crept behind it.

Mokuba threw the covers off. He looked downcast, upset that his brother had seemingly not noticed him. Then Seto pounced.

He grabbed Mokuba around the waist and flipped him upside down. The tickling commenced. Mokuba screamed and began to squirm trying to free himself from his brother's grip.

"Sneak into my room, will you?" Seto cried, still tickling his squirming brother.

Seto stopped and dropped Mokuba on the bed. Mokuba looked at his brother with sparkling steel-blue eyes.

"No fair," he panted. "You jumped me." He reached around behind him, grabbed one of the pillows, and the struggle ensued once more.

"Now who cheated?" Seto said when they had finally collapsed on the bed.

"Still you, big bro," Mokuba said, whacking Seto one more time. Seto just smiled a rare softness in his blue eyes....

End Flashback

Mokuba reached a hand out to the long, round mirror in front of him. He wiped a thick layer of dust from it. Steel-blue eyes looked back at him tiredly. The clock chimed 12:30.

He wiped another stripe of dist from the reflective surface. He looked and saw something reflected there that shouldn't...couldn't be there.

Eh turned form the mirror, his eyes wide. His heart was hammering in his chest and his breath was coming in short gasps. But it wasn't there... no one was there...nothing.

He looked back to the mirror. There they were again. "No," he whispered. He heard a deep, cold laughter ringing the chilled air.

Panic flooded him and he fled, slamming the door behind him. He ran down the hall and into his bedroom, where he collapsed on the bed, shaking. But he didn't fall asleep for a long time. And he couldn't get them out of his mind.

Those eyes...

Those dead blue eyes...

Authoress Note: sorry to leave you with such a short chapter. The next one is much longer I promise. I had something else to say but I suddenly forgot it...oh well. See you next chappie! PLEASE R&R!!!

P.S. OH YEAH!!! I was gonna say that despite popular belief, Mokuba has not lost his mind yet. So, he's hallucinating but still... good lord it was short wasn't it... oops...the next one is at least ten pages (back and front hand written) then another short one.... I just lack the time to type it all up that's all. Big smile It'll be worth the wait, I promise. See ya!