Zero-A.C.: Okay my dear reviewers, it is YOUR fault, that there is now a fourth chapter! So don't blame me for my grammar mistakes and for another confusing chapter! 

It really took me some time, to write it and I don't know if the next chapter will be updated soon, or if it will be good, or if it will be longer…sigh

I would write faster, but my actual situation doesn't allow it. I'm starting studying AND the fact, that my Computer is in a different city, then I am is not a help either. Uwaaaah…I really, really miss my PC!

So, if someone has the urge to remind me, that I should update (I'm not telling names…g), please keep it back ;-)!

Okay until the next chapter!

And for now: Enjoy chapter four(and don't forget to review!

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Nocturnal Visitor

To get through to his older brother, Mokuba began to scheme. He made various plans to get Seto's attention and maybe a little smile. But things never work out as they are planned.

After one week Mokuba was frustrated.

After two weeks he was distressed.

After three months of unsuccessful attempts to reach his brother, he was again on the verge of giving up. But of course Mokuba was Mokuba, and being a Kaiba nonetheless, giving up was no possible option.

As he flung himself on his bed, he sighed heavily. He just needed to come up with a new idea. And that was the problem: Mokuba ran out of ideas. He tried almost everything: Pleading, Annoying, Threatening, Yelling, being responsible, being irresponsible, being a shadow; he even tried to involve others into his plan.

Although he regretted the last idea.

Joey was still mad at him for persuading him, to set up a blind date between their siblings. Not to speak of Seto either…

To say it had been a disaster, would be an understatement and completely horrible, would be a description, that came only close.

Of course, he tried all this things just for a few days, but Mokuba could tell, when a plan was working and when not. And nothing of his recent plans had shown any effect on Seto. Well, except the last one of course…But not in the way Mokuba had wished. Seto seemed to be more distant then ever. What was worse than that, Mokuba became the feeling, that his brother was pushing him away consciously.

Hell, did his brother even knew, what he was doing to him?

Mokuba almost jumped up. That was it! It was the simplest action of all, so obvious that it was too obvious to be seen. All he needed to do was to talk to his brother and tell him what he felt! How frustrating Seto's behaviour was. Why hadn't he thought of this before?

He settled back on his bed. Yeah, right, exactly, that's why: To get Seto's attention was hard enough, and to make him listen to a few sentences from Mokuba, was almost impossible. So how should he find a way, to actually tell his brother, what bothered him?

That was the problem, but problems were there to be solved. And this would be everything but easy.

For about an hour Mokuba starred at the ceiling and thought about new possibilities, to get his brothers attention. All he got was a headache. After another hour he felt asleep.

It wasn't a calm sleep, but one full of disturbing dreams.

In one of them, he and Seto were lost in a big Labyrinth; he tried to find his brother but was unsuccessful. He heard Seto behind one wall or corner, but when he got there, he heard his brother from another direction.

Then the scenery changed and he was in Kaiba Land. It was a nice sunny day and lots of visitors were there, to enjoy the attractions in the worlds greatest theme park.

Again Mokuba tried to follow Seto. He saw him, but when he tried to reach him, a group of tourists separated them. Then he needed to find his older brother again. One time, he saw him enter the White dragon train, but when he got there, the train drove off. And so the dream continued.

It was aggravating, exhausting and soon Mokuba was on the verge of crying out loudly in frustration.

At this point, he thought that someone called his name. It was only a whisper and when he heard it the first time, he thought it was a hallucination, his mind made up, to annoy him even more. But then the voice got more insistent. He had never heard this voice before, but it sounded familiar to him. Somehow he knew this voice.

"Mokuba." He turned around to see, where the voice was coming from, but couldn't make out its source.

"Mokuba, here." A bit unsure, he looked around.

"Come", the voice called for him.

"Who are you?" Mokuba asked a little frightened.

"Please trust me." The voice sounded a bit desperate. "Follow me."

"Where are you?" He asked, now more curious.

"Here."

Mokuba tried to figure out from which direction the voice was coming and as it spoke for the last time, his eyes settled on the white dragon-shaped duel dome.

"Are you there?" he asked, figuring out, that this was a rather stupid question. But to his surprise the voice answered. "Yes, come, please."

While he went to the duel dome, the time around him seemed to slow down. Everyone around him stopped dead in their movements, like they were some dolls. Mokuba ignored it, although it made him shiver. He ignored as well the fact, that he could now search for his brother freely, but his curiosity about the voice was stronger.

Finally, he reached the entrance of the duel dome, but when he entered the building everything changed. From one moment to the other the sunlight was gone and replaced by darkness, only illuminated by the pale light of the full moon, which felt trough large windows. When Mokuba's eyes readjusted to the dim light he noticed that he was no longer in Kaiba-Land but back at the mansion. To be exactly he was in the large entrance hall.

But it didn't look like it was meant to be. The silky white and light blue tapestry and the marbled floor, in which Seto decorated the entrance hall, weren't there any more. As well as the statue of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon or the large painting of Mokuba and Seto with the Ultimate Dragon in the Background.

Instead the entrance hall was decorated with a wood panelling, dark green velvet tapestry and a dark carpet on the floor; there was as well this ugly grandfather clock.

Then, with a shock Mokuba realised, where he was, or better, in which time he was. The entrance hall looked like it had been the first time, the two brothers had set a step into this house. It was still a horrible memory for Mokuba and for a moment he felt again like the seven year old boy, clutching the pullover of his brother, just with the tiny difference, that there was no Seto to hide behind. Luckily there wasn't as well that eerie butler or Gozaburo.

To be exactly there was no one except Mokuba, who stood in the middle of the hall.

"Hello?" he called into the darkness. His voice echoed through the empty house. "Are you here?" No one answered him. Uncomfortably Mokuba began to shift from one foot to the other.

"Hello?" Again no one answered and he began to wonder if his decision to follow the voice had been the best idea.

He rubbed his arms and looked cautiously around.

Nothing.

Then out of nowhere the voice spoke again.

"Mokuba?"

He almost jumped, but was luckily able just to spin around. There she stood, the girl the voice belonged to. She was illuminated by moonlight which was reflected in her silver hair, that seemed to shine in a light blue. It flowed over her back, like a stream of water and some strands felt over her face and almost covered those incredibly blue eyes, which looked sadly at Mokuba.

"Hi", he said simply, because of lack of better words. A small smile appeared on her lips and she repeated his word with an almost shy tone.

"Are you the one who called me?" What a stupid question, Mokuba thought, but again he girl just smiled and nodded. "Yes, it was me."

"Why?"

Her smile faded and a serious expression passed over her face. "Because we have to talk."

Mokuba was a bit confused. "About what?" he questioned and rubbed his arms slowly. Somehow he still felt uncomfortable in this entrance hall.

Again there was a small smile on her face, more a light in her eyes then anything else, but as well that sad and serious expression.

"About someone, who is very important to both of us." The blue eyed girl answered softly and confused Mokuba even more.

"Seto? You know him?"

"Yes I do."

"But…how?" He gesticulated helplessly in midair and suddenly a whole bunch of questions came over his lips. "I mean, why is he important to you? Where did you meet him? Why are you here? Why did we never met before?" She blinked several times, taken aback by the load of questions and than she began to giggling.

Now it was on Mokuba to blink a few times. "Hey stop laughing. My questions aren't that stupid." He said, a bit sulkily.

Somehow the beautiful girl stopped laughing. "Excuse me. I didn't mean to laugh about you." She said and again she was serious.

Mokuba pitied it and was a bit angry with himself that he stopped her laughter, because it fitted her and somehow he felt, that she never had laughed much. "It's okay. I know." He said with a small voice.

For a few seconds they just stood there and said nothing. Then she held out her hand. "Do you want some answers?"

Mokuba nodded.

"Then let us go to the living room. It will be more comfortable there." He took the offered hand and followed her. For the first time he noticed her outfit. It was simple, almost shabby, only a worn out sand coloured dress, but somehow it even made her look more graceful.

They sat down on the couch and again Mokuba felt uncomfortable. Not because of her presence, he really liked her being there, but again because of the room itself. Like the entrance hall it looked exactly the way, it did, when Gozaburo had still been alive.

Not the living room, he was used to, with a crème-coloured soft carpet, a large marbled fireplace with a Portrait of both brothers hanging above it, a large white leather couch and a small glass desk in front of the large windows for Seto's PC. Again there was that sickening wood panelling on the walls, the nasty dark green carpet on the floor and the uncomfortable old couch, that had exactly the same colour, as the walls and the carpet. Luckily, there was no portrait of Gozaburo over the grey fireplace, which seemed to look down at everyone and told them silently that they were worth nothing.

She felt his aversion against the place and squeezed his hand lightly. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't change this place."

He smiled a bit and gave the squeeze back. "It's okay. I can stand it." Mokuba looked down. "It's just, that I don't like this place too much." He admitted.

She nodded understandingly. "Do you want the answers to your questions?" she asked. Mokuba looked straight into her eyes and nodded. "Yes."

"You have to know Mokuba, that this is a dream. Your dream, partly. But I am not." Mokuba didn't quite understand what that meant, but she explained it to him, her blue eyes fixed on a fictional point behind him. "I'm a memory, almost forgotten. A memory loved, but not accepted by your brother."

The beautiful girl smiled, let go of his hand and looked into his eyes. "Yes, I know your brother for a very long time and I met him in places, long and better be forgotten. He saved me, saved my life and my soul. Don't ask why and how", she interrupted him with a simple gesture of her hands, before he could ask his Questions.

"He did, that's all that matters. I'm sure he doesn't know for himself. But for all he had done, I made a promise. I promised, that I would do all the things for him, he had done for me. But lately I have the feeling, that I failed." With the last sentence she looked sadder then ever before.

Mokuba had thousands of questions in his mind, he wanted to ask her, but he held them all back, because he felt, this wasn't the time to ask them.

The blue eyed girl shook her head and then her eyes focused again on Mokuba. "I'm here because I know what Seto is doing to you. I want to help you and I need your help."

"Why do you need my help?"

"Because you are the only one, who can help me. Or better to say, who can help Seto." She took his hand again and looked at him intensely. "Listen to me Mokuba. Your brother…, his soul is parted and he is lost between these both sides. He is weakened and now darkness makes use of it." Her gaze shifted again to the point behind Mokuba.

"I promised to be his light, but I can't reach him. My song doesn't reach him like it used to do."

Again her eyes fixed on him. "But you can reach him." She said.

Mokuba shook his head and led go of her hand. Again he was confused like the day Joey actually said something intelligent. "I don't understand. What is happening with Seto and why is it happening to him?" He ruffled his hair. "And what can I do?" He looked desperately at the girl. "I have the feeling that I've already done everything I could do!"

She stood up and grabbed him by the shoulders. "That's not true. You've done not even half of what you could do. What you are capable of! There is just one thing you shouldn't forget: Never forget, what you mean to your brother and never give up hope." Her voice was forceful and her blue eyes sparkled with a light he hadn't seen before.

And in this moment, when he finally realized, that he knew these eyes, he felt something pulling at him. The room went darker with every second and then it grew more distant. The blue eyed white haired girl had let go of Mokuba and began to vanish with room.

"Wait! Who are you?" He called out.

Again the girl just smiled. "We met each other before. That's everything important for now."

And then she was gone.

Mokuba blinked several times before his eyes adjusted to the morning light, that felt trough the curtains. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. That had been the strangest dream, he ever had. But while he dressed up he wondered, if this truly had been only a dream.

Still he could recall every detail of the beautiful girl, especially her intense blue eyes and her soft voice. He had the feeling, that he knew both of it, for a long time. She had been so familiar to him and at the same time was so unknown.

All day long he was haunted by the look in her eyes, as she told him, what he shouldn't forget and it gave him new strength. A different strength then he had found in the night when he had seen his brother having nightmares. It was not like a prayer that repeated itself in his head; it was a song that played in his heart. A powerful song, like the roar of a dragon.

End chapter four

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Zero-A.C.: And how did you like it?

Did you figured out who the girl of Mokuba's or rather Seto's dreams is I just had to bring her up, after all, she is my third favourite character and I promise you, that she will play a key role in this story…