Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh. There is no Yaoi in this fic. Enjoy.

"Punching holes in the walls of reality…"

Mokuba plopped down on the couch after being told to lie down and rest a bit. Roland had been told he was sick, and had no reason not to believe that this nonsense about Seto's death was anything important. Mokuba wondered how he missed the bruise. Was it less visible this morning? It sure didn't feel like it.

Seto had asked about the bruise. Mokuba had told him it was a school bully, and almost regretted it right after he had said it. If he was lucky, Seto would be too busy to go talk to the principle. If he was lucky.

He wanted to shove off these strange things he had been seeing lately. Maybe he was just tired? After waking up to that dream not a minute after he had fallen asleep, he refused to go back to sleep for fear of that same dream. But what if these things were important? What if Seto really was going to commit suicide? Why would he?

The first thing to come to mind was Mokuba's own death. Maybe Mokuba was going to die, and Seto would kill himself because he had no more family left, and no one to keep him alive. I'll have to tell him that if I die, I want him to live the rest of his life, Mokuba decided.

Since Mokuba wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, the sudden, bright flash of light caught him by surprise. He would have jumped had he been standing, but he did fall off the side of the couch. There was a moments panic, and then he heard the loud cracking roar all around him. He sighed, it was just a storm but now just about everything frightened him.

He climbed back onto the couch and grabbed the blanket draped across the arm. At first he just held it around his shoulders, but as the storm got worse the blanket came over his head. He shivered as the storm got increasingly worse. What kind of weather was this? It'd been sunny up until now; where did this storm come from?

He could see another flash of light through the fabric; this one filled his vision and seemed so much closer. The sound accompanied the lightening, though it wasn't the roar of thunder. It was the sound of rocks smashing and crumpling to the ground, windows shattering, trees falling. Then came the thunder. Louder, all around him.

He tried to scream but was drowned out by all the other sounds to the point where he couldn't even hear himself. This raged on for what felt like an hour, Mokuba not daring to look. Then everything became silent. The only sound that came back was that of rain on the roof. Not on the mansion roof, though. On an old, wooden roof so that every drop could be heard.

Mokuba slowly peaked out from under the blanket to see where he was. It was very dark, and he had to let his eyes adjust before he could see anything. The place seemed to be one roomed, and it was made from old, currently damp wood. There were all sorts of boxes and barrels all around on the earthen floor.

As soon as he heard the door open (he couldn't see who had entered for the junk in his way) he pulled the blanket back over him and tried to blend with his surroundings. He heard wet footsteps enter the house. There was more than one of them.

"That darn Kaiba's a tyrant." The first man's voice was deep and strong sounding. His accent was hard to identify, it sounded like a mix of quite a few different ones.

"I blame his brother," The other laughed and threw something heavy onto the ground with a thud, "if he was still around, Kaiba might not have been a bad ruler."

"Either way, I still don't think he deserves the title 'King Kaiba'."

Mokuba blinked. King Kaiba? King of what? So Mokuba did die? How? When? Why? So it was either Mokuba dies and Seto kills himself or Mokuba dies and Seto makes the rest of the world suffer. Wait- how did he know he wasn't just asleep? If this was what was on his mind up until he went to sleep, he would no doubt dream about it.

"He'd still win."

Oh, perhaps he should have been listening.

"Ha!" The first man laughed mockingly, "Him and what army?"

"He wouldn't need one."

Then the sound of the rain suddenly stopped. Not like rain should end, but like hail would suddenly be gone. Mokuba peaked out from under the blanket again to discover that he was on the couch again staring out the far window to a clear blue sky.