HEAVEN BE THY WITNESS

Summary: What if Kaiba's former life as high priest wasn't the only life he lived? What if he began to remember his previous life as someone else? He lived a life always disbelieving of myth, spirits, and the supernatural but when he begins to remember not only his ancient Egyptian past but the past of a young noble it begins to eclipse his own life and his relationship with others. Will the visions of the past threaten to destroy the present and will he find the reason the 'circle' has opened the wounds that long ago were meant to be kept hidden? RATED PG 14

CHAPTER 1: A PERIOD OF DEVOTION

I guess you could have called me a skeptic a year ago if you'd have asked my beliefs in reincarnation. That's not really my fault is it? It's the fault of the man who raised me into his image and destroyed whatever child was in me. Of course this isn't my life story but that's the truth and maybe that will make you understand who I was, for the reasons I became the monster that I had been. I'm a believer now and I'll explain.

It's difficult to explain trading one reality for the next that feels just as real as the one that you're living. To relive the past as though it were happening in the present and it would be absurd if I were to call it slipping back in time because in reality I am thrust into the past with no warning except the splitting headaches that occur seconds before.

It seems like moments trapped in time and space passes like an eternity until I am again thrust into the past where I live the life of the cool and collected aristocrat Seth Lucian Kyle. He seems a part of me that I had forgotten so very long ago yet he is different and similar to me. There is a secret in the past that must be uncovered. As Mouto says, "the 'Circle' can only be opened when the past is left to be mended by those who caused the rift." To my horror and disbelief I found myself falling into my own journey of self awakening…

"Brother this place is perfect!" Mokuba Kaiba ran up the drive of the large house. His breath came in heaving pants as he neared the large green door, turned the ancient knob and walked into the house shutting the door behind him making the stained glass window rattle behind him. Seto Kaiba watched with a boastful smile as he walked up the drive with a swaggering strut made his way carefully up the paved walk way carefully, the pavement felt slick. He made a low clucking sound beneath his breath at the tackiness of the stained glass door. He reached a strong hand to the knob and turned it, it felt cold beneath his hand as it opened. He stepped inside and sucked in a breath. It was a stunning house that he had fallen in; it having belonged to his grandmother from his mothers' side, the old woman took great care in her home. He looked up to the narrow stairs to his left and laughed at the gawky hawks head at the end of the railing. He touched it feeling its smoothness and wondered about his mother and how it must have been like growing up in such a wonderful house. Everywhere he looked was dark wood and paintings hanging from the walls. He looked to his right where he saw the den; to his left was the dinning room and past the stairs was what he guessed was the kitchen. He walked forward to the kitchen. It was big, he thought, as he looked at the sink where there was a row of large windows that overlooked a small garden. He walked closer and took in the view of the grass and trees around them. There was a secluded area in the distance where a poplar tree stood alone. The hollow of the tree looked like a cool refreshing place to read and he imagined that he would be spending many days there when there was nothing to do in doors. There was a stable in the back but it wasn't used for horses but instead as a type of garage.

"Beautiful." He said as he touched the counter. He wondered about his late grandmother. Though he had only met her once he liked her very much, but at the same time he was terrified of her. She was very ill, always coughing and holding her temples to rid a head ache. He liked her kind blue eyes and even her rasping voice when she would say compliments. She never met his brother because she was so ill. What terrified him was the thought that she was so close to death but he never held her responsible his hard life like he did his aunt Nancy. Unlike Nancy, she was in poor health and could not care for her grandchildren.

"What I wouldn't give for a damn cup of coffee."

"What's wrong big brother?"

He let out a harsh breath.

"I'm just tired from all the driving." He looked out of the window where the sun bathed everything in rich warm light. "It's really early."

"So it is." The dark haired boy eyed his brother. "You don't like this place do you?"

The older brothers' eyes glimmered.

"Honestly…" He smirked. "I can tolerate it."

"Really?" The younger brother's eyes shined. "So you're not going to sell it?"

"Actually I was thinking…maybe we could stay here for the summer. It's a nice spot to take vacation, there's a lake beyond that tree if I remember correctly, with a tire swing."

Mokuba coughed into his hand and rubbed his eyes. He had been sick for some time now; the doctors had said it wasn't serious, at first. Kaiba had doubts and came to find out, six moths later, that his brother had cancer in his left leg. Kaiba stared at Mokuba's left leg then felt his heart ache. After Mokuba's leg had been amputated, though Mokuba had gone through hell with the chemotherapy. The dark hair on his brothers head was gone revealing his round head where now a wig rested. He had taken a vacation a year after he graduated from high school. He was going to spend time with his brother, no matter how much he didn't want to believe it, Mokuba was dying. He would leave just like everyone else he loved.

"Don't be so sad."

"But I am so sad." He looked at the poplar tree. "What should I be…happy?" He looked down. "I'm afraid."

He heard his brother walk up behind him and hold his hand. He looked at the sickly pale boy and for the first time he honestly couldn't recognize him.

"Don't be scared for me. I always thought that I would out live you, guess I won't be here to pick up the pieces when you do fall." He laughed then he began to waver. "Big brother…"He whispered. "I'm going to fall." He almost fell back when Seto grabbed him and took him in his strong arms. He looked up at his hero, Seto, with his big beautiful eyes. He knew it would be soon…he wasn't afraid.

"Brother…can we stay here until I die? I won't take long, I assure you."

Kaiba felt his heart break into a thousand pieces; he looked back at the lone poplar tree and smiled.

"Alright Moki, anything for you." He said with a calmness he didn't feel. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

"Thank you."