Hey there! I promise you there will be a plot! ~_~ I'm such a dork. And talking! So much talking there will be. Sorry for all the run around. I'm just setting things up. Getting my thoughts out of my mind and such. Just kinda work out the story as I go along. Sorry that this is short! I'm surprised I'm even getting in another chapter on account of laziness and school work.

The "~" are what Kaiba is thinking when awake. Eventually what he sees only in dreams will occur when he's awake. His past self and present self will become confused! Oh no!!

I own nothing! These characters aren't mine…sadly. They belong to Kazuki Takahashi. Bless his soul.

Light can be Dark Too

Time only runs forward, right? There's no going back. The past is only one possibility. Done and gone. Except to those who may still dwell on the unchangeable.

But the future is endless. Hundreds, millions of possible futures are stretched out before you. You just need to pick a path. And then another. And then another. And then another… A never-ending cycle, until you die that is.

What happens if the past is in the future? Unavoidable despite the many paths? Can that even happen? Is something that already happened re-occurs again than who's to say it will end any differently?

Pale skin glowed faintly in the torchlight. Callused feet padded softly across the cool floor's surface. The large hall seemingly going on forever. Thick circular columns supporting a high ceiling.

Kaiba sat at his desk. The gentle hum of his lap top in front of him threatening to lull him into sleep. He sat slumped forward, elbow on the desk and chin resting comfortably in the palm of his hand. He didn't want to sleep. Instead forced him self to stay away. If he allowed himself to get engulfed in the darkness than the dreams would come.

Ever since he allowed himself to relax on the rooftop next to Yugi the visions came more vividly. Seemed more real until the heat of the air and the feel of a breeze against his bare chest was more than just imaginary. That was three days ago. He'd gone longer without sleep. But everything in him demanded him to let his eyes close and wander.

He didn't dare give in. Kaiba struggled against his mind's need to know what is haunting him. He didn't want to dream. Didn't want to know. Didn't want any of it. Because he's scared. Scared that what he sees really did happen.

~The feeling of Yugi next to him made Kaiba shiver. He was Yami but not Yami. Not the same Yami, Kaiba felt he used to know. Used to? That didn't come out right. Kaiba shook his head angrily. He suddenly felt like screaming. His heart ached for Yami? To see him perhaps. Without a word Kaiba got up to leave.~

Reluctantly Kaiba turned those thoughts over in his mind. He felt love and hate for Yami. Yet, he really didn't know him. Grunting tiredly he got up and grabbed his white trench coat. He put it on then decided to take a long walk. Clear his thoughts. Fight off the sleep.

~"Kaiba-kun," Yugi sat up and looked at him. Large violet eyes searching his own blue ones.

"Yes?" He realized his voice was soft. Barely above a whisper. It bothered him.

"Are you okay? I'm…umm…worried," Casting his eyes down Yugi to spoke in a whisper. He waited for Kaiba to respond. The silence was deafening.

After an eternity Kaiba sighed, "I don't know." He then turned around and left.~

After some time Kaiba found himself in front of the Turtle Game Shop. He blinked in surprise. Had he really walked this far? It seemed like he'd been in a daze. Like his body was doing one thing and his mind another. The sun was already low in the sky. The buildings all around seemed to be on fire around their edges.

Torch fire flickered as the tall figure strode past. No natural light was able to reach the hall. Just fire light. Scraping away at the darkness. Holding it back.

Hesitantly Kaiba walked into the game shop. It was empty except for Yugi's grandfather who looked up, a surprised expression on his face. Why had he come here? Deep inside his mind a voice screamed love while another screamed vengeance.