"DAD?! Don't go!" Mokuba woke up screaming out. Clenching his chest, the younger Kaiba saw he was not in his room, and quickly became embarrassed with the realization that some of the staff members, if not all staff members most likely heard his awakening outburst. Luckily, to his relief no one came into where he was to investigate the reason for his outburst.

After a few minutes of just sitting on the couch thinking, what a crazy dream that was, Mokuba decided to clean up a bit and then to get dressed. In the middle of folding his blanket, the sound of his phone vibrated.

Seeing it was Akiko his face lit up, "Hey, wanna go over song ideas today?"

Mokuba tried to think of something simple, but aloof to text back, "sure, when?" was the best he could come up with.

A minute later his phone vibrated again, "4 o'clock, my place."

"cool."

"Hmm," he pondered, "Seto's already at work, and I don't feel like going to Kaiba corp. myself," Mokuba said to himself.

Instead Mokuba was going to try to investigate the meaning of his dream, and that begins with his past, which meant help from certain others. Mokuba was not above asking help from others, he had done so plenty of times before. However, if the information that Mokuba sought out, or even the fact he was now searching for what could possibly be forever lost reached the public could very well back fire and lead to a catastrophe.

Walking in deep thought he almost bumped into an employee, "Morning, Master Mokuba," Roland raspily spoke

"Good Morning, Roland," Mokuba replied shifting in his feet, "Hey Roland could you do me a favor, please?" he bit his lower lip, second guessing himself.

"Of course, Master Mokuba, what is it that you need?"

"Umm," he hesitated, "Do you think you could find me a picture of my parents – it's, it's for a school project," Mokuba tried not to sound suspicious.

The old security guard looked at him quizzically then smiled warmly, "Certainly sir, I'll begin searching right away.

Mokuba thanked him, and when he knew Roland was far away enough breathed a huge sigh of relief. Entering his room, Mokuba made his way to his closet, and pondered what to wear. Seeing that his wardrobe was divided between business suits, and jeans of different styles and graphic tees he decided that jeans and a Shinedown shirt will do. Glancing in the mirror, Mokuba noticed that his hair resembled a bird's nest and desperately needed to be brushed.

After getting dressed he exited his room and started walking towards the dining room for breakfast. As he approached the staircase, he ran into Seto.

"Seto, what are you still doing here," he inquired.

"Forgot my laptop and some notes," Seto voicing his annoyance.

Walking together down the grand red-carpet stairs, Mokuba debated if he should bring something up to his brother. Seto was the only person who could truly answer his questions best. As Seto reached for the front door handle, Mokuba spoke up, "Umm Seto?" His nervousness showing.

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember what dad looked like?"

"What do you mean, there are portraits of him all over the mansion," he nearly growled.

"No, not that old geezer," he explained, "I mean dad."

Seto glared down at him with high suspicion, his height quite intimidating, "Where is this coming from?"

"Well, there's so many portraits of Gozoburo, and we each have a picture of each other, so I thought it would be nice to have something of him," he averted his gaze.

Seto, knowing his younger brother like the back of his hand knew better than to believe that. Unfortunately, he was short on time, and had to run back to work. Looking at his watch in anger he said, "we'll talk about this later, I can't be late for this meeting," and with that he was gone.

Mokuba asked one of the maids to bring his breakfast to his room. Once there, he dragged himself to his bed and lazily fell back on it, spread eagle. It would be a while until he would meet Akiko so he tried to occupy his time with writing some music with the expectation that she will be able to write some lyrics to fit it. Breakfast was devoured with much haste and gusto. It took some time to create a catchy melody, but after about 2 hours of playing, Mokuba's efforts payed off with a great sounding melody, now all he needed were the lyrics to accompany it. Thankfully, lyrics were where Akiko shined.

….

Stepping out of his '78 El Camino, Mokuba secured the chain on his jeans, and made his way to the bed of the car, "Guitar, amp, sheet music, yep that's everything," he announced.

Carefully carrying his case and amp in hand he noticed as he approached the front door of Akiko's place that his heart began to pick up a little. Just as he was about to knock, the front door swung open to reveal a very excited Akiko, "Hey Moku-," Akiko stopped mid-sentence once she saw the look on his face.

"Are you feeling okay?" Akiko asked sounding concerned.

Mokuba's heart raced even faster, not knowing what she meant, "Uh yeah, why?"

"You're all pale, and your cheeks are red!" she informed her bandmate.

Thinking fast Mokuba came up with a logical excuse, "Oh that, well it is warm out today, and carrying all of this is kinda heavy," he gestured towards the amp and guitar case in both hands.

Not thinking twice about it, Akiko accepted his explanation with a chuckle and pulled him inside, "Okay, let's get started," she cheered.

While being guided by the hand through his friend's house, Mokuba did his best to hide his blush under his somewhat long bangs, Man I don't know how much longer I can do this, he thought as they entered the basement. Akiko's basement was not your average basement – yes it had a washer and dryer. Moreover, the basement was finished which included: carpeting, central air, and of course plenty of seating.

Akiko lazily plopped down into a furry zebra styled bean bag chair and made herself comfortable while Mokuba set up his guitar to his amp. The melody he wrote was played; it was slow, and soft much different from their alternative rock methods which consequently caused Akiko to furrow her brow, but not in disgust at the sudden change of pace. Mokuba placed his guitar down to discuss with Akiko. As he sat down, Akiko smiled at him warmly, "So, what do you think?" he queried.

"That was great, how long have you been work on that?" Akiko praised

"Came up with it this afternoon, you think you can write anything to it?" Mokuba smirked.

Akiko snorted at Mokuba's cockiness, and playfully smacked his arm, "Yeah, but this isn't our usual sound, so it may be a challenge."

…2 hours later…

"At night I lay awake, praying for my soul to take…no, no.." Akiko muttered, "he watches over us, even in death he guides us..UGH!" Akiko threw her notebook across the room in frustration, "Let me hear the melody again."

"Pfft, I've be replaying it for the last 2 hours," Mokuba retorted.

"Okay smart guy then you think of something," Akiko rasped followed by her childishly sticking her tongue out.

Mokuba dragged himself across the gray carpet, picked up the notebook, and thought very hard for a moment. The young rocker was instantly struck with inspiration, and decided to take a risk. Jotting down a few words soon turned nothing into something, which caught Akiko's curiosity. Making her way sneakily behind Mokuba, Akiko attempted to catch a glimpse at what he was working so diligently on.

"C'mon let me see!" Akiko whined.

"Not until I'm done," he said shoeing her away while not looking up from the page.

"Well, hurry up, you-"

"DONE!" Mokuba exclaimed.

Mokuba handed the notebook over with a very confident smirk and watched as Akiko's expression went from excitement to a mix of a surprise frown, near tears.

"How did you come up with this?" she questioned.

Stunned from her reaction, Mokuba became embarrassed, "Oh uh, it just came to me in a dream," he explained as he took her into a side hug.

"It's really good," Akiko spoke as she returned the hug.

The two teens practiced the song for the next hour and half. The next few steps would have to wait until the entire band was together. Afterwards, Akiko and Mokuba watched a movie, IT, which caused Akiko hold onto Mokuba for dear life, but he didn't mind, he rather enjoyed it. By the time the movie was over it was around 10:30pm, and it was then when things became a little awkward. Just as Mokuba was preparing to leave, it dawned on him, why wasn't the rest of the band here today? So, he took it upon himself to ask.

"Oh," Akiko was caught off guard, "Mae couldn't make it and shikaku was at his grandparents," a very faint blush was spreading across her face.

"That's weird neither of them said anything about plans to me," he questioned.

"Mm, yeah, but it's whatever," she said desperately wanting the conversation to be over. Akiko put the DVD away, and tried to distract her thoughts with straightening up a bit.

Mokuba noticed his friend's strange behavior, but being so late would not question it until another time. Akiko walked him to the door, and hugged Mokuba goodbye. As she shut the door and knew no one was around to hear her, Akiko let out a small girlish squeal, "Ugh that was close," leaning against the door she let her dark jet-black hair hang all around her.

A/N: I have the whole song done, but thought this chapter was long enough. If you want to read it, comment below and I'll include it in another page.