I actually swore off fanfiction for awhile (A.P. testing going on, y'know?) but then I went back looking at all my old stories and reviews and realized there was so much I still wanted to do, so much I can add, tweak. And then I went on a mild power trip and while still a little tipsy from the megalomania I thought up a few sequels to "What I Didn't Know". This is going to be multi-chaptered. We're no longer on a break anymore; I'm ready for a long-term relationship with I'm back! Get used to it!

He's going to walk through that door any second now. Any second now he's going to open the door ever so calmly, like he always does. Ramrod straight, because slouching makes you look weak, not a hair out of place, because untidiness is next to ungodliness, briefcase in hand, because there is always work to be done and my brother has had to work his whole life.

He'll look tired. His eyes will be bloodshot from staring at the computer screen all day. His lids will be heavy and circles will form under his eyes. He probably hasn't had a good night's sleep since father died and that was 9 years ago. He'll look frustrated. His fist will be clenched, his knuckles white. Maybe he'll still have a cell phone in hand and if he does the whole mansion will be shaking, and his voice will be dripping with venom. He doesn't need to yell. His words are brutal enough.

But his blue eyes will soften when he sees me. He'll hang up the phone mid-argument. He'll ask me about my day, curtly, and then I'll ramble on for a good thirty minutes. I'll ask him about his. He'll sigh but say "Nothing I can't handle" because it's the truth. He is Seto Kaiba after all.

I haven't cried yet; it still feels so unreal. I haven't even slept yet but I feel so exhausted. My lids are getting heavier now…No, I can't sleep. Because when I sleep I dream. And when I dream, I dream of…

We have just come back from school. We are going home. The ride from Domino High to Domino Middle School to the Kaiba Mansion is less than 20 minutes. It's a route we've taken hundreds of times before. My back-pack lies on the floor of the limo. My brother types away at his laptop, checking our stocks and reading up productivity reports: the usual. I look out the window in comfortable silence. The limo brakes at the street light as it switches to a red light. I turn back for an instant. I'm not even sure why. Just as I see a black compact car not brake in time.

The limo is hit, rear-ended. I can't see a thing; I can only feel the familiar tug of the seatbelt and now a foreign presence holding me tightly. It was Seto's arm. I open my eyes now. Since when did I close them? Our bodyguards are quick to act; our driver opens the door.

"Are you okay Master Kaiba? Mokuba?"

"What the hell just happened!" Seto shouts at the driver.

"We got into a car accident"

"No shit. Now what the hell am I paying you for? Don't just stand there, if you value your job at all, take care of this! Talk to the other driver and get the hell out of my sight. Wait." Seto grabbed his driver's arm but kept his eyes glued to the car behind us and more importantly its driver." Where's your gun?"

"With me."

"Keep it that way and hand me the other one."

The driver did so. To do otherwise wasn't advisable.

"Mokuba" He suddenly turned his attention to me. "Whatever happens, stay in the car. Is that understood?" It was more of a command than question. I was confused at the time. Why couldn't I go outside of the car? What did Seto see that I didn't?

"Is there something wrong, Seto? It was only a car accident.-" He cut me off.

"You really think that was an accident? Never mind, just do what you're told" he said even harsher than before if that was possible.

He left the limo without another word and closed the door with a definitive slam. I couldn't hear a thing. I turned back to see what was going on. The other driver was talking casually with our driver and Seto. Not a hint of aggravation or frustration. Not even a sign of annoyance for ruining the paint job on his Honda Civic. All of these emotions were devoid from his face, but there was something else written in the young man's features: anticipation. Something was wrong. Very wrong. This is what Seto had seen. I couldn't help myself I ran out of the limo.

I'm not sure what compelled me to move. To disobey my brother but I did. I kept out of sight though. It was then that I heard part of their conversation.

"Who the hell are you?" Seto demanded.

"My name is Michael Jenkins. But you don't have to be so rude you know. Look I'm more than willing to pay for the damages so-"

"What's your real name?" Seto got out through clenched teeth. Seto took out his own gun and his bodyguards and driver followed suit.

"That is my real name"

"You are lying"

"I can assure you that I am not lying-"

"Bull shit. Cut the crap right now-"It was then that my brother saw me. "Mokuba get out of here now" He yelled. I'm frozen now. I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

It was then that "Michael" broke out into a cackle. "It is true what they say then, nothing gets past you, Kaiba. Unbelievable how you've managed to survive so many attempts at your life thus far. But I will be different."

"Unlikely." It was at this point that Seto broke out into a cackle of his own. "You're outnumbered and last I checked I'm the one with the gun here"

"I will be different. There is more than one way to kill a man. And it doesn't hurt to have friends in high places." Immediately Seto's eyes moved to the multitude of buildings surrounding us. I suddenly felt vulnerable, scared.

"This is for everyone you and your father Gozaburo have hurt!"

"Shoot him!" Kaiba yells to his bodyguards and they obey. Seto still looks around the buildings frantically and then he looks at me. I've never seen his face like that. Was that fear? No, my Seto isn't afraid of anything. But he's no longer looking at my face. His gaze moves down to my chest. He is really starting to scare me now. I look down too following his gaze. Just in time to see a small red dot aimed at my heart. A laser, at the other end of it a sniper, his sights set on me. I'm paralyzed again. I can't move. I can't even breathe. I start to shake. I'm really going to die here aren't I? This is how it all ends. I can't stop the shaking. I'm afraid, so afraid.

But I won't die. Though sometimes I wish I had. Instead I see Seto right in front of me, facing me, with those unflinching eyes, just as his knees buckle and he begins to collapse, blood spewing from his chest. I shake even more if that was possible. I try to catch his body. I kneel with him his head cradled against my chest…

And then I wake up.

But the nightmare isn't over. It's only just beginning.

And now I know without a doubt my brother is never going to walk through that door ever again.