A/N:Fun fun. Okay, got three chapters now. Writing the fourth. I like it when the ideas just flow out. Thanks to reviewers. Got really nothing else to say. Read.
Disclaimer: Still don't own it.
Chapter Three:
Not a sound could be heard in the dark bedroom, except for the light breathing of its inhabitant. Seto lay perfectly still in his bed, staring up at the high ceiling and reflecting on his short life. It wasn't hard to do either, because he had lived a typical life. That was, up until now. He turned over on his side and stared out his street-side window. All was quiet, even the thoughts inside Seto's brain. Seto sighed.
He closed his eyes slowly, feeling the exhaustion of the day seep into his muscles and bones. It wasn't particularly trying, in the physical sense, and yet all Seto wanted to do was sleep. Before he could fully slip into the abyss, he glanced at his digital clock. It was only 10.30.
Seto awoke with a start, feeling someone jolt his conscious mind back into his body. There was a rough shaking originating from his shoulder, and the first thought that went through his mind was on the safety of Mokuba. This worry quickly faded from his mind, as he didn't hear anything out of the ordinary. The second thought, though, was more confusing to his sleep-fogged coherence. If it's not Mokuba shaking me, who is it?
"Kaiba," he heard a voice hiss at him. "Wake up."
Slowly, as he regained realization and quicker reaction time, he turned over on his back and brought his hand up to his throbbing head.
"Yami," Seto groaned. "What do you want?" He let his head fall to the side and glanced at his clock. 2.41 am. What could be so important as to wake him up that early in the morning? Thoroughly convinced this was going to be a huge waste of time, Seto started drifting back to sleep.
"Oh, no you don't," Yami said. "Don't you fall asleep again." Seto felt a jab in his side, which caused him to grimace in pain.
"I'm awake, now what do you want?" He mumbled.
"I remember something," Yami said, the previous annoyance in his voice nowhere to be found.
"Something. Well, that's terribly interesting, but if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to sleep," Seto said.
"You don't even want to know what it is?" Yami said.
"Honestly?" Seto asked. "No."
"Too bad," Yami said. "The doctor said I should tell someone right away if I remember anything, just in case I forget again."
"Just get to the point," Seto said. "What did you remember?"
"I have a brother, a little brother, like you," Yami said, almost seeming proud of himself. "And… we were always alone."
"Alone? What do you mean by that?"
"Just what I said, we were alone," Yami said. "As in, there was no one else with us."
A million different reason for why Yami and his brother would be alone shot through Seto's mind. Even when half-asleep, Seto was sharp. "How long had you been alone?" This could result in a very serious charge against the parents; abandoning a child, or, make that two, for any amount of time was not something to laugh at.
"I…don't really remember," Yami said.
"Was that all you wanted to say?" Seto asked. The momentary exhilaration of learning something new was beginning to wear off and sleep was once again bartering for control.
"Yes," Yami said, his eyelids fell heavily over his crimson eyes, betraying how tired he actually was.
Seto raised an eyebrow to this behavior. "Are you sure you didn't just dream this?"
"I did not! I remember it clearly," Yami yelled at him through clenched teeth, obviously minding that it was early in the morning and there was another occupant in the house.
"Okay, go back to bed," Seto said, laying back down and getting comfortable.
Yami stood there watching him, waiting until he told himself to go back to bed and not just following orders.
Seto was already more than halfway asleep again when he heard the door to his bedroom shut closed, returning his room to the silence it had before.
Mokuba sat alone in the kitchen nook, playing video games and neglecting his half eaten bowl of cereal. He had a look of perfect concentration and contentment, and barely noticed when he was joined by someone else in the kitchen.
Yami walked in, awkwardly, as if he didn't know where he was.
"Hey, Yami, I see you found the kitchen," Mokuba said. "We didn't really give you a full tour, did we?"
"Hello, that's okay, I found everything I needed," Yami said. "Are you alone?" Yami looked around the kitchen.
"Yeah, Seto had to go into the office for a little while, even though it's Sunday," Mokuba said, pulling his cereal bowl closer and picking up his spoon again.
"Sunday means he doesn't work?"
"Uh huh...it's the weekend," Mokuba said, Yami gave him a lost look. Mokuba dropped the conversation, and took a bite of his cereal. "Are you hungry?"
"A little, that looks good though," Yami said, pointing at Mokuba's bowl.
"Cereal? It's okay," Mokuba shrugged. He hopped off the bench and ran up to the cupboard, pulling out a bowl and the cereal box. Yami sat down at the table, watching Mokuba prepare his food.
"Do you want a lot?" Mokuba said, pulling out the milk.
"No, thank you," Yami replied. He turned around to face forward on the table, and saw the video game Mokuba was playing with. He picked it up, examined it front and back, and placed it down. Mokuba walked back over with the bowl and a spoon.
"Like my games?" Mokuba said.
"Yes," Yami commented. "Seems familiar."
"You remember video games?" Mokuba asked.
"Something like it," Yami said inconclusively.
"Seto told me that you remembered something earlier this morning. Well, not so much told me as complained about being woken up in the middle of the night," Mokuba laughed. "What did you remember?"
"Just that I have a little brother," Yami said, a small smile gracing his features.
"Like me," Mokuba said enthusiastically. "Do you remember what he's like?"
Yami's smile faded. "No, I don't."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to press you," Mokuba said.
"It's okay," Yami said, looking down at his uneaten food. "I'm not hungry anymore, can we play video games?"
"That sounds great, I'll go set up the system!" Mokuba said, running out of the kitchen. Yami looked back down at his cereal and sighed. Not remembering anything almost brought him to tears, especially since he couldn't remember his brother. He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. He chose to be an optimist, telling himself that, eventually, everything would come back to him.
"Yami?" Mokuba said, sticking his head in the kitchen. "Are you coming?"
Without a word, Yami stood up and followed Mokuba out to the living room, where a giant television was buzzing with life. Mokuba went and sat down on the floor, picking up both of the controllers and looking back around at Yami. He sighed one more time, and walked around the couch to sit down next to Mokuba.
"So, how do we play?" Yami asked.
"For right now, just press buttons, you'll probably see a pattern that you can follow, which gives you combos," Mokuba said, pressing a button to start up the game.
"Alright. Let's play."
Seto walked into the front door after a couple of hours of fixing bugs in the office's system, worn out and just wanting to be at home. Though, home wasn't necessarily the most comfortable place to be, with their new guest.
The noises of video games reached his ears, and his mood brightened as he imagined Mokuba showing Yami how to play games. It would no doubt be a very interesting experience, sitting in front of the huge flat screened tv with surround sound and just about every gaming platform on the planet at Mokuba's disposal.
Seto walked into the living room and was shocked to find only Yami sitting on the floor paying rapt attention to the tv, his fingers moving at lightning speed to fight the opponent. Seto walked in further, until leaning on the back of the couch, watching Yami play. Never once did the game get a punch in, Yami seemed to be one step ahead of them. Seto had never seen someone play with such concentration, and with such skill.
"Hey, Seto," Mokuba said, walking into the living room carrying a glass of water. He walked up to Seto and leaned against the couch like his brother. Yami hadn't even turned around to acknowledge their existence. "Hypnotizing, isn't it? He's been playing for hours, getting better and better. When we had started, we played a 2p game, but even then he beat me quick. Ever since he's been getting faster and faster. Bet you now he could even beat you, at the rate he's going."
Seto looked down at his brother. "What little faith you have in my skill," he remarked.
"Go try, you'll be crying uncle before he's done with you," Mokuba said, shrugging and taking a sip from his glass.
"Fine, I will," Seto accepted. He walked around the front of the couch and sat down. Yami absentmindedly handed him a control, the second player no less, and stopped his fight. The game returned to the main screen and he chose a two player setting. They both picked their characters, and the screen started a countdown.
At zero, both players lunged into action. Seto was fast, but Yami was faster, landing the first kick. Seto's character fell back, but Seto was quick and dodged the next attack. Yami was good, there was no getting around that, he had forced Seto into a defensive tactic. The only thing Seto could think about at that moment was preventing Yami from completely obliterating his health and thus winning.
Mokuba leaned further and further into the couch as the fight progressed, holding his breath as if he breathed it would ruin the game. The adrenaline pumped through his tiny system as Seto's health slowly reached zero. There was a collective sigh as Seto's character finally ran out of strength.
"That was intense! See Seto? I told you Yami could beat you blindfolded," Mokuba said.
"Just a fluke," Seto said, leaning back on the couch.
"Na uh, I've seen you play, and I've seen Yami play, and Yami will beat you every time," Mokuba said. Seto lightly brushed this comment off to the side with a grin and a sweeping motion.
Seto looked down at his watch. "I got home late, didn't I? Do you want to go out to dinner, Mokuba?"
Mokuba shrugged. "Sure," he replied. "Hey, Yami, what kind of food do you want?"
Finally taking his gaze off of the tv, Yami twisted around to look at the brothers. "I don't know," he said.
"Well, we could basically get any cuisine from around the world," Mokuba said. "Does that help?"
"Not really," Yami replied.
"Ugh," Seto said, sounding completely fed up. "We'll just stay home. We can cook something here."
Mokuba pouted for a while, but decided not to protest since Yami still seemed a little disoriented. In Mokuba's mind, there would be plenty of time to go out to eat.
Mokuba didn't know how wrong he was.
A/N: Huh, what's gonna happen? Not too hard to figure it out, maybe. Though, I have a couple of twists, but knowing me and how people can see right through me, maybe they won't be so shocking. I think this fic promises to be good, even if it's rather short. I'm thinking it will take place over about a week, Seto found him on a Friday night, and it should be over by the next Friday. Anyway, Monday is the next chapter. Oh oh oh, review please.