My story seems kind of slow now, but chapter 5 starts the action, so enjoy!

Basically I don't own Yu Gi Oh! (Really wish I did)

The next day was still as cloudy as before though it wasn't raining. Mokuba walked down the street that seemed much different without the cloak of night wrapping around it. For the most part the houses were all the same shape, but each had a weird personalization added to them, something Mokuba had not noted before. Besides the gold or sliver letters that spelled out names which Mokuba assumed were the last names of the residents of the house, there were houses with animals or plants under the names and each house had a different color. Mokuba noted that houses with a lion were painted a more goldish color though not the same on every house, while houses with a rose shape had a pink or red color depending on the house. He continued to walk down the odd neighborhood looking for the name CIRCE again. He found it near the end of neighborhood. He noticed that her house was very different from the others, instead of the same insignia under the name, there was what looked like a cat with staff or sword and the color he noticed before was different from any others because no other house had any shade of blue. He walked cautiously towards the door, seeing that Cirquet's motorcycle was by the garage of the house, and knocked on the door and waited. He put his ear to the door and thought he heard the faint sound of steps which grew louder. He pulled away before the door opened to reveal a lovely woman who was slightly older than Cirquet. Mokuba thought for sure he had the wrong house when he saw her. She had violet eyes much like Yugi's, her hair was a chestnut color that was put up to perfection and she wore a flowing yellow sundress, something Mokuba had a hard time picturing Cirquet in.

"Well hello there!" the young woman announced in a very heavy accent (she's southern bell) that Mokuba did not quite know. It sounded a lot like the accent that was used in the cowboy and Indian movies he had from over in America.

"Hi…uh, I think I have the wrong house…" he started saying.

"Well you just tell me your lookin fer and point'ya to the right direction," she in an inhumanly sweet voice.

"Thanks, uh I'm looking for Cirquet."

"Well I'll be, you must be that boy she helped out, why you're not in the wrong house at all, come right in and I'll fetch her for ya. Just come right in it won't take a sec. Oh and by the way my name is Bella, Bella Anna, but just Bella ya hear," she said jokingly.

"Thanks, uh Bella," Mokuba said rather uncomfortably.

He walked into the house and could hear the slight vibration of loud music ringing throughout the house. He looked around the house and saw the brilliance in Cirquet's house. The front room was small but decorated to grand scale. Cream plush carpet with chocolate covered walls, a cozy marshmallow white couch and love seat, with a cherry wood furniture that gave the room a since of being part of some confectionary dessert. Mokuba's stomach gave a little growl because he had skipped breakfast to get to her house.

"Moki!" shouted the familiar and friendly voice of Cirquet.

She had a brilliant smile that made Mokuba warm up inside.

"Cirquet!" he shouted in a similar fashion.

"Hey what brings you to my humble adobe?"

"Uh…well…" Mokuba started, he really didn't want to talk about it and Cirquet saw that.

A slight growl was heard and both Bella and Cirquet giggled a bit.

"Well I do believe someone is quite hungry," giggled Bella.

"Well we haven't eaten yet, you want eat over here?" Cirquet asked Mokuba who was slightly red.

"Uh…well…"

"If you do accept make sure its Cirquet that's cooking and not Bella," came a much deeper voice.

Mokuba looked up to see a man who was around his late twenties or so. He had long platinum hair that was even more striking than Cirquet's golden hair. He was highly dressed, like Pegasus, Mokuba thought to himself. He couldn't help but wonder if this 'guy' was with Cirquet, he prayed not.

"Well excuse me, I happen ta think I'ma very good cook, dontcha' think Cirquet?" Bella asked as Cirquet slowly tried to walk away from the argument.

"Uh…well, uh, hey Mokuba why don't you help me out in the kitchen?" Cirquet asked trying hard to avoid the question.

"Cirquet you had better answa!"

"Uh, heh he, uh I really should start you know," she said as she grabbed Mokuba and ran towards the kitchen.

The four of them ate on the porch in the backyard. Mokuba couldn't remember a time when he and Seto ate at the same table, let alone the same time. Seto would usually bring whatever it was they were eating to back to his room so he could work, leaving Mokuba alone. But these three talked, teased, and joked so much Mokuba wasn't sure if they had eaten anything at all.

"Lan, are you ready fer the contest?" Bella asked as she took a bite of French toast, something Mokuba hadn't tried till now.

"Of course, and you Cirquet, are you ready to beat some of those one a be duelists," Lan sneered.

"Lan, they're not 'one a be duelists', in fact many of them are very talented."

"No duelist in our ranks has ever won against you, not even Malachi, who is the Knight of Ra, has ever beaten you. Now tell me you're not going to beat them senseless."

"I'm going to try to win, but just because I can beat our duelist doesn't mean that I'll win," Cirquet said slightly blushing.

"Uh are you that good," Mokuba asked with a piece of food in his mouth.

"I'm okay," Cirquet blushed.

"She is not okay, she is the best, do not let her fool you by humility, she can defeat any opponent including The King of Games," Lan said.

"Uh….huh heh heh….oh boy," Cirquet frowned her face growing red.

"Are you going to face my brother?" Mokuba asked.

"Huh…uh…well I don't know, Malachi told me that I probably would because were so much alike that we'll both want to face each other, but I don't know, Malachi usually isn't wrong about that sort of thing."

The four continued to talk and eat each enjoying the others company. Bella and Lan left, Lan had to run an errand and Bella was going shopping leaving Mokuba and Cirquet alone. Cirquet began to collect the dishes with Mokuba's help. The two didn't talk the just focused on the task at hand.

"Mokuba, is something wrong?" Cirquet asked with a little distress in her voice.

"Well…it's my brother," he started, "its just he never has any time for me, and we don't really get along as much as we used to. He never smiles or laughs and only has time for work. And he hates everyone and doesn't trust anyone other himself not sob even sob me," he was on the verge of tears now and started crying. Cirquet hugged him tight to try to make him feel better. It was something that came quite natural despite her tough demeanor. She supposed it came from her mother Matrade. Cirquet remembered how her mother would kiss their sores or come to her or her brother's rooms when they had a nightmare or even how she would nurse them back to health with her home remedies. She couldn't imagine the life Mokuba must have had, especially with a man like Gosoboro for a father.

"It's all right Mokuba. I'm sure your brother doesn't mean to be the way he is," she said in a motherly voice. His sobs quieted and he looked up towards Cirquet.

"I just want to be happy, but I don't think he can ever be."

"Well just give it time and he'll change."

"Promise," Mokuba said almost pleadingly.

"Uh…yeah promise," she smiled encouragingly.

"Great do you think you can help me make him happy?" Mokuba said changing from sad to excited in 60 seconds flat.

"Uh…make him happy. Mokuba, you can't…" she stopped seeing the happiness in Mokuba's face caused her to change her mind, 'I have the feeling I'm getting into something I shouldn't,' she thought to herself.

"Uhm…all right."

"It'll be fun!" Mokuba yelled with joy.