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Shayla flopped down onto her bed, still feeling like the world was spinning around her. She had never been one to faint, and yet now she had done just that several times within this one day. She wondered if she was sick, but this didn't feel like any sickness she had had before. Though, perhaps what disturbed her more was how she'd always wake up in a different place. Like what had just happened; last she remembered she was talking with Kaiba in the lounge. But when she woke up, it was several hours later and she was in the lowest hallway on the airship. Her head pounded faintly, warning of an approaching headache.

"What is going on here?" Shayla asked herself. Thoughts were beginning to run together as she drifted off. There had been too much happening this day. There was the morning which was full of the Virtual World incident, and then the afternoon which concluded the Battle City Tournament. Then, after that Kaiba had admitted to having feelings for her, which seemed to have prompt a series of black outs. Shayla felt like she needed to sleep for a week straight to recover from this one day.

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"Hello, Shayla," a very familiar voice called.

"Who's there?" asked Shayla, turning her head so she could best hear the speaker. The voice was eerily familiar, and yet Shayla did not know who was talking to her. That fact really bothered her, since she remembered voices very easily, that being her primary means to identify people.

"I'm a friend," the girl answered. "We've been together for a while now…but I never introduced myself. I think it's time I did. We're going to be spending a lot more time very close together."

"What are you talking about?" asked Shayla, half wary, half confused.

"It's a long story, so I might as well start at the beginning," she replied. "My name is Shaylana.

Shayla stopped short at the name. A cold chill slid down her spine—she now knew where she had heard the voice before. Even more off putting, Shayla could not sense a lie. Then, another thought occurred to her.

Shayla reached out, trying to come in contact with something—any solid surface. But her fingers found nothing. "Where are we?" she asked, now on edge.

"Inside your—no, our, minds," answered Shaylana.

"…What do you mean?" asked Shayla, lowly.

Shaylana grabbed out out-stretched hand and guided it to her own face. Shayla felt her alter-ego's facial features which were identical to her own, from the bone structure, to the hair, to the nose and lips. Shayla gasped, her hand falling back to her side, shaking for a moment.

"I've been sleeping inside of you a long time now," answered Shaylana. She tried to sound reassuring, so not to throw Shayla off any more. "I'm sure you remember the dreams you've had about Egypt."

"Yes…" Shayla replied, slowly.

"Those were all my memories," continued Shaylana. "While we both slept, our minds grew closer, and so you could see what I remembered."

Shayla inhaled slowly and deeply. "All of those dreams…were really?"

"Yes…sadly," said Shaylana. She glanced away.

"I…don't understand…" stammered Shayla, shaking her head.

"When I died…" Shaylana started, but her voice caught in her throat. Shayla stopped too, trying to think of something reassuring, but nothing came. "My blood was spilt over the Millennial Items. Because of this, my soul was trapped inside the Millennial Scales. …I never wished to wake up from my sleep within them. That's because I had made such a horrible assumption…" She trailed off, biting back tears.

"…what happened?" Shayla asked at length.

"The Millennial Scales came to you," answered Shaylana. "And because we are so similar, I began to awaken. I resisted it, but…well, here I am."

"You're awake…inside of me…because of the Millennial Scales?" asked Shayla, still very confused.

"Yes," replied Shaylana. "Those times when your eyes opened…that was because of me. Those were times I was near waking and our spirits merged. My eyes became your eyes."

Shayla's mouth dropped and her hand went to her own face, resting on her cheek with her fingertips just under her eyes. She didn't say anything, she was merely processing all of the information.

"I…know this is sudden," said Shaylana in the silence. "But we're going to be together for a while. I…want to be friends. No, we're closer than that." She walked over to Shayla and put an arm around her. "I want us to be family." Her voice did crack when she said that.

"Your brothers," said Shayla, remembering what she had seen about Shaylana's past. "You…miss your brothers."

"Yes…" Shaylana said quietly.

"I would too," agreed Shayla, empathetically.

"But, I never had a sister," said Shaylana. "And I always wanted one. So you could be my little sister."

"…I always wanted a family…any family," said Shayla, in the same tone.

Shaylana hugged her. "Okay, then let's be family. I'm going to help you as much as I can. You can trust me."

Shayla said nothing. There didn't seem to be any words to say. There was no lie in what Shaylana had said. Shayla relaxed a bit. She knew she still had problems fully trusting people, but she could tell by Shaylana's words and emotions that she could be trusted—she was a friend.

"There's…another thing you should know," said Shaylana, stepping back. She sounded a bit flustered as she spoke.

"What is it?" asked Shayla.

"I love Seto."

Shayla gasped briefly. "You love Kaiba?"

"No, er…I should have explained that better," stammered Shaylana. "I love my Seto. He's not Seto Kaiba. I know you've heard from Ishizu about Kaiba having ties to ancient Egypt. It's that Seto that I love. However…he's inside of your Kaiba like I am inside of you."

Shayla's first reaction was that she was taken back by Shaylana called Kaiba "hers." After that, it was another moment of shock as she processed this new information. Now, Kaiba had an alter-ego as well, an alter-ego that hers loved. The complications were easy enough to figure out.

Shaylana could sense Shayla's thought processes. "I know that this will make things…hard for you and Kaiba. But I do understand that this is your body and your life. I promise I won't do anything to compromise either."

"I…understand," said Shayla, off-handedly. She was suddenly blow away by the thoughts about what it would be like to actually, fully share a body with someone. She also suddenly realized all of the risks that could come with it—all the ways she could be used, just like Bakura was. However, there was reassurance in the fact she could sense Shaylana's honesty and good nature. She realized that she did have quite a lot in common with the Hebrew girl.

"Seto will be telling Kaiba about himself tonight as well," continued Shaylana. "We agreed it would better if you both knew about us." Shayla was suddenly glad she wasn't with Kaiba at that moment. She had a feeling that he wouldn't be nearly as accepting of these new circumstances as she was.

"I see…wait…then those black outs I've had…"

"Those were the times I fully awoke and used your body," explained Shaylana, sounding guilty. "I'm sorry, I'll try to be gentler next time. …I'm still adjusting to this too."

"Okay…we'll figure this out together then," stated Shayla.

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The room was dark save for a low blue light coming from the computer screen. Kaiba was typing quickly at the keyboard. He was making sure there was nothing that the media could access to use against him. He knew that if everything that had happened these past few days got out to the press, Kaiba Corp. would receive way too much bad publicity. He also had another motive for scanning every file in the Kaiba Corp. database. He was searching for any lingering signs of viruses—namely, Gozaburo, the Big 5, and Noah. The last thing he wanted was them infesting his system.

Mokuba was asleep on the bed in the corner. The dim light caused shadows to dance across his face. He had long since given up trying to convince his brother to sleep and had fallen asleep himself waiting for Kaiba to finish with his work. The slight drumming of the keys didn't bother Mokuba; he had spent many nights like this.

One scan finished, and Kaiba closed the program. He massaged his temples briefly. The small digital clock in the corner of the screen read 3:46 AM. But he still wasn't done. There were still scans he needed to perform, as well as reports and evaluations to write, and statements to make to give to the press to gloss over everything that went wrong.

Kaiba leaned back to give his wrists a break. His thoughts almost instantly started wondering. Shayla had agreed to go out with him sometime soon. But now, he had no idea where he wanted to take her. The old stand-by, dinner and a movie, was out. There's no way she'd be able to enjoy a movie since she couldn't see it. For that matter, where could he take her that wasn't totally visually based? A park, a museum, the beach? Those were all out. He sighed. Kaiba really did want to get close to Shayla and spend time with her, but that somehow seemed easier that morning.

He bent back over the keyboard and started typing again, once more pushing aside all problems except work.

/You know, you really should get some sleep/ said a voice in the back of his head.

Kaiba bolt up, his fists slamming into the desk on either side of the keyboard. He resisted the urge to demand who else was there only so that he wouldn't wake up Mokuba.

/Your brother really worries about you, you know/ stated that voice. /You really shouldn't push yourself so hard because it really does burden him./

"Who's there!" he hissed under his breath. Kaiba looked over both shoulders, not lifting his fists from the desk. He saw no one. No shadows moved. It was silent. He was certain no one else was in the room with him and his brother. In fact, he was quite certain that he hadn't even heard someone else speaking. It was probably his subconscious demanding for sleep.

/No, you're not imagining me/ the voice answered his thoughts.

Kaiba now turned around, peering into the darkest shadows with his ice blue eyes. But nothing was out of place. His nerves were on edge. He wanted to find the source of the trouble, but he also didn't want to wake his little brother up.

/Give up/ he was asked.

"Where are you?" growled Kaiba.

/Inside of you/ answered the speaker. Kaiba could hear a faint chuckle in his tone, which only aggravated him more.

In an instant the entire room melted away. Kaiba now found himself surrounded by white and blue haze. There was absolutely nothing distinctive in it. It was just masses of whiteness all around him. He couldn't even make out the walls or flood. Kaiba shook his head again, and instantly came to the conclusion he had fallen asleep across the keyboard and that this was all a dream.

"Like I said before, you're not imagining this," the voice actually said. Kaiba could pin the location of the speaker now.

Kaiba whirled around, and came face to face with himself. At least, that's what it seemed like. The two of them were identical in every way, except what they were wearing. Kaiba still had on his Battle City coat with black underneath. Seto was wearing a royal blue tunic and cape with white leggings. He also wore a blue hat with golden trim, completely covering his brown hair.

"What is the meaning of this!" demanded Kaiba.

"We're now inside our minds," answered Seto. "There's no need to be alarmed. If anyone walks in, they'll merely see you in a trance." Kaiba clenched his fists and said nothing, continuing to glare at his alter-ego. "I already know all about you, and you have been learning about me. But I think its time we've been properly introduced. My name is Seto." He bowed slightly, almost mockingly.

"Hrmph, this is all clearly a dream, brought on by listening to Ishizu's fairy tales for too long," grumbled Kaiba, crossing his arms.

"You're not even convincing yourself, how do you expect to convince me?" asked Seto, proddingly. "You know what you saw when you dueled Ishizu. Those were my memories. A dead young girl in front of the Blue-Eyes, White Dragon tablet."

Kaiba gasped, taking a small step backward out of shock. He had told no one about what he had seen then. Then he re-stood his ground when a new conclusion came to him.

"Of course you'd know that," he answered, smirking like he was holding an Ace…or in his case a Blue-Eyes, White Dragon card. "This is all one big dream. It's all subconscious. So of course my subconscious would know what I saw then."

"I knew you wouldn't easily be convinced," said Seto, not at all fazed. "But regardless, I'm here and I'm going to stay. You're just going to have to deal with it."

"I'll wake up soon enough and you'll be gone," retorted Kaiba.

"I've been inside of you for a while now. You've been hearing my voice and seeing my memories since before you knew Ishizu. Deny it all you want, but you know in your heart this is real."

"Whatever," smirked Kaiba, confident in his conclusion.

"I see I'm going to have to prove it to you," sighed Seto.

The fog evaporated almost instantly, revealing the darkened room once more. It was the same. The clock on the computer now read 3:57AM. Mokuba stirred slightly in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open.

"Ugh…Seto?" he called, softly as he sat up, rubbing his eyes.

Kaiba was about to tell Mokuba to go back to sleep when he felt his body walking over to the bed on its own! He walked over to the bed and sat down in a spare chair by it.

"Are you okay, Mokuba?" Kaiba felt himself ask.

He tried to stop himself, trying with all his will to regain control, but with no luck. It was like he was watching his life from outside his own body. He could not do anything. And that fact alone actually started to freak him out—as much as Seto Kaiba could be freaked out.

"I'm fine…are you still awake Seto?" asked Mokuba, yawning.

/What is going on/ exclaimed Kaiba.

/I've taken control of your body, that's what's going on/ replied Seto. /Don't worry, it's only temporary. Just long enough to prove to you that everything I have told you is real./

/You…/ started Kaiba, but Seto wasn't even listening to him.

"Yeah, I am Mokuba," replied Seto, pretending to be Kaiba. He ruffled Mokuba's hair. "But don't worry, I'm done working, I'll be going to sleep soon."

/Don't you dare touch my brother/ shouted Kaiba, but Seto continued to ignore him.

"I hope so," said Mokuba with another yawn. "You work so hard…"

"Go back to sleep, I'll be fine," said Seto, pulling the covers over Mokuba as he laid back down.

"Good-night, big brother," said Mokuba, softly, as he drifted off again.

Seto watched over him another long moment. Kaiba stood, impatiently, in the background, glaring murderously. At length Seto turned back to face him. It was like the times when Yami and Yu-Gi talked, where one was spectral. In this case, it was Kaiba who was transparent.

/Get lost! This is my life/ snapped Kaiba.

/It's a life we're now sharing/ replied Seto. He glanced briefly back to Mokuba. /Do not worry about your brother's safety. I would not harm him. I never knew my family, yet this boy is now part of my own. He's my brother as well now./

/Absolutely not/ shouted Kaiba. /Get out of my head/

Seto continued like he had said nothing. He smirked at Kaiba, knowing he was deliberately provoking him. /Shaylana's mine as well./

/You stay away from her/ growled Kaiba. Jealous, for one of the first time ever, dared to enter Kaiba's heart.

/Don't worry; Shayla is yours. But Shaylana, the spirit of the Millennial Scales, is mine/ replied Seto. /You haven't forgotten when Shaylana yelled at you earlier today. She is within Shayla, like I am in you./

/Get out/

/I simply cannot do that. There is much I still have to do, the first is figuring out what happened during that Shadow Game I sensed./

/I'm not asking, I'm telling you, get out/ shouted Kaiba.

/No/ answered Seto, cockily.

With that, he let Kaiba have control of his body again, slipping back into his subconscious. Kaiba staggered a step, clutching his head. He was breathing hard and his fists were clenched so tight his fingers hurt. He searched his mind for any logical explanation, but he could not explain this away.