Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh….Yeah. I think that's it.

A/N: NO YAOI. They are brothers who really care about each other. There is no yaoi involved.

"Help me believe it's not the real me…"

"Good night, kid."

"G'night, Seto."

Mokuba watched as the door closed and the only light illuminating the room disappeared. He lay staring at the ceiling, memorizing the patterns as he did every night. He could never get to sleep at 9:00, but he had to be in bed by then.

He should be tired tonight, though. He wasn't, but he should be. School had been long and exhausting.

It did take a while, but eventually he got tired. The last time he checked the clock it was ten, but it felt like an hour later before he actually fell asleep.

Gasp!

Mokuba sat up straight in his bed. He was panting heavily and sweating bullets, and fear was coursing through him. What happened? A nightmare? He didn't remember what he had dreamed about, or if he had dreamed at all. What had he been thinking about before he fell asleep? That usually affected his dreams.

He took a moment or two to catch his breath and think. Apparently it had really freaked him out. Maybe he should go talk to Seto about it, he always seemed to be able to help him when he had a nightmare. So that's what he decided to do.

Shoving off the covers he jumped out of bed and ran to the door. He took a deep breath and hoped he didn't get helplessly lost in this mansion.

He set his record for finding Seto's home office, but he might have passed it had Seto not come out. He was dressed abnormally- at least for him. Jeans and a t-shirt, and he was carrying his briefcase.

"Seto!" Mokuba stopped, calling out to his older brother. He didn't even glance back, but continued walking down the other hallway. Mokuba blinked, confused. He probably didn't hear me, that's all. He ran after him, "Seto!"

Though Seto was just walking, and Mokuba was running, Seto still seemed to be faster. He was having a hard time keeping up, "Seto!" He yelled again, rather hopelessly this time. Why wasn't he waiting up? Where the heck was he going?

They finally got to the front door, but he didn't stop there. He went right out into the pitch dark. It must have been at least midnight, and it more than looked like it. Mokuba hesitated in the door for the moment, wondering if he should follow. Had it been 9, or even 10, he would have believed that Seto had a meeting or something, but there was no place to go at midnight except maybe the movies. Seto would never waste his time at a movie.

Mokuba ran out. As soon as he was away from the house, he was drenched by a huge sheet of rain. The rain was coming down hard and the biting cold made his entire body numb. It was a terrible feeling, but he kept running, "Seto! Stop!" Suddenly, Mokuba realized he had caught up. Seto wasn't too far away.

"Wait up!" He reached out and grabbed Seto by the arm. He felt cold. Colder than the rain.

He heard Seto tighten his grip on his briefcase. He saw it, the briefcase, come at him. He wasn't sure whether or not it had hit him. But he assumed it had, since the next moment he was laying on the ground. But then, it didn't hurt.

He tried to sit up. Scratch that. It hurt. Bad.

Wait….Why….?

Seto hit him. With his briefcase. No, Seto would never hit him.

He just did.

As the pain of the bruise came slowly to his face and chest, the pain of being hit came harder- and so much worse. Tears came, and were washed away with the rain. He couldn't tell in the darkness, but his vision was getting narrow and darker. Until he passed out.

Gasp!

Mokuba sat up straight in his bed. He was panting heavily and sweating bullets and fear was coursing through him. Wait a minute…. I remember this scene.

He breathed in deeply and sighed. Just a dream. It was just a dream. Thank goodness it was just a dream. He looked over at his clock.

…..

9:00?

That's weird.

Then, the door opened. Mokuba jumped about a foot off his bed. The light turned on.

"Mokuba? Are you alright? I heard you scream." Seto came in with a look of concern on his face.

"Just a bad dream." Mokuba tried to shrug it off when he realized he was shaking. Calm, calm. Get over it already.

"Mokuba," Seto gave him a funny look as he came over, "where did you get this?" he lightly touched Mokuba's forehead and Mokuba recoiled in pain.

"Ow!" The bruise. It was still there?