Okay, this is the shortest chapter so far, but it's more of a filler than anything else. My brain got stuck and I needed to get this out of the way before I could get back on track.

Disclaimer: Don't own the show, just the plot bunny hopping about my head and Mimic.

Chapter 6: Mimic

The sound of clacking filled the otherwise quiet office as blue eyes scanned the screen. A half empty mug sat next to him, its contents long gone cold. It was one of his days off and while he promised Mokuba he would not go into work, he had never promised not to work from his home office.

One slender eyebrow twitched in irritation as the sound of people running around sounded from the other side of his door. Annoyed by the commotion, he made a promise to get his office sound proofed as soon as possible and wondered why he had not done it before. Just why were people running about so early in the morning anyways?

The door burst open, distracting him from his thoughts as Ryou dashed in, eyes wild. "Kaiba! Is Yami with you?"

" . . . No?" Seto answered, forehead ceasing in confusion at the question from the panicking British born teen. "Why?"

"He's missing. Oh, this is just what happened yesterday! He keeps disappearing! This is the third time!" Before Kaiba could open his mouth to demand to know why he had not been told of this, the white haired teen was gone. The CEO growled in frustration and stood up before striding out the door.

His staff was rushing about in frenzy and Kaiba snatched the shirt of the nearest one and demanded to know what had happened yesterday while he was at work. It all spilled from the frightened employee's lips and Kaiba let go, letting the servant dash off around the corner.

"That's ENOUGH!" he shouted, making the rest of his staff freeze where they were. "Return to your normal posts. I'll handle this," he growled before stalking off down the hall as the members of his staff did as he ordered, muttering obscenities about his staff under his breath. He hated not being informed of what was going on around him, especially in his own home.

He stomped past Anzu and the Mutt who looked after him curiously as he went by, still cursing his staff. He had no idea where he was going, but after several minutes of turning corners and wandering down hallways he stopped, feeling slightly foolish. Looking around, he found a door that was slightly ajar, when he knew for a fact that it should have been closed. And locked.

He shoved it open further and strode into the room. It was empty of furniture except for a lone armchair sitting before an old fashioned stone fireplace. Yami was curled up in one corner of the large green chair, his cheek resting on the side of the armrest, arms held against his chest. Kaiba quietly walked over to the armchair and pulled Yami into his arms.

Yami cooed in his sleep and unconsciously tangled his fingers into Kaiba's shirt. Kaiba smirked at the possessive action as he left the room to find the dweeb patrol. It wouldn't do to have them wandering all over his house and breaking things looking for Yami.

Anzu kept looking back and forth between Kaiba and the chibi curled up half asleep in the chair next to the CEO nibbling on a piece of fruit. Kaiba had joined them for breakfast, and after a round of puzzled questions, Mokuba had explained that today was one of Kaiba's days off.

Earlier, Anzu had been forced to shove the Jounochi into the living room to finish his breakfast there to prevent him from murdering Kaiba after he had offered Jou a chocolate covered donut with a smirk on his face. A snicker from Honda had the pointy haired brunette joining him. (1)

Ryou was sitting quietly across from her, eating slowly with a misty look in his eyes that told her that he was conversing with Bakura. Jii-chan sat next to her, still riffling through the tomes. Beside him was a large crate filled with discarded tomes that had already been double checked. Anzu had her own tome on her lap.

After realizing that they were only looking for a blank spot where the curse had been written down and not knowing how to read hieroglyphics wasn't an obstacle, Anzu had taken to helping scan the tomes. Ryou and Honda had been helping too, although Jii-chan point blank refused to allow Jounochi to touch any of the tomes.

Anzu secretly agreed with his decision. With Jou's luck, he would pick up the tome they were looking for and destroy it in some accidental way.

An hour later, Anzu found herself in the large entertainment room with the others after grandpa had told her and Ryou to go play. Mokuba had somehow gotten Kaiba out of his office and into the room with them, although he sat on the farthest couch from them and typed away at his laptop. The lone female of the group was having a tough time keeping Jounochi away from the CEO before something drastic occurred.

Yami sitting on the floor by Kaiba's legs, scribbling something on some computer paper with a pencil while Yugi colored the pictures in one of Mokuba's old coloring books next to him. The chibi was humming something under his breath and swaying to a tune no one but himself could hear.

All movement stilled in the room as music drifted to their ears, soft and foreign. There was a flurry of movement as the teens searched about for the source of the noise only to stop and stare as drawings floated off Yami's paper and danced around the air above his head.

They grew in size and color, becoming women in white linen dresses that danced around two figures. One was bigger than the other, and as they watched, details became clearer. It was a woman with long raven black hair in a blue linen dress trimmed with gold. She held the hands of a small boy with tri colored hair wearing a kilt with golden crown upon his head.

Then the woman began to sing, guiding the child through a slow, foreign dance. Almost immediately both Yugi and Yami's eyes began to droop. As the singing continued, Yugi's head fell against his dark's shoulder, the chibi fast asleep. By the time the last notes dwindled away, Yami had joined him. The dancing figures flared before fading into nothingness. Several pairs of eyes glanced at each other, unsure of what to think of the strange manifestation.

The silence was interrupted when a maid came in and announced lunch was ready. Kaiba detached Yami from his leg, the chibi had fell against it and wrapped his arms around it like a teddy bear, before stalking off back to his office with his laptop. While the rest of them ate at the dining table, Kaiba had one of the maids bring a tray up to his office for him.

The gang returned to the entertainment room in boredom after lunch, to discover Yami, whom they had left sleeping on the couch when he refused to wake, gone again. The group sighed in exasperation. Instead of running around the mansion looking for him, they decided to let Yami wander; he had turned up on his own before. However, Anzu informed the staff to keep an eye out for him and bring him to them if they spotted him.

She wasn't really worried though. Kaiba had excellent security systems, so the chances of psychos being able to reach Yami here were minimum. Plus there was the fact that Anzu was pretty sure the staff would come to his defense. With all their doting, it was obvious they adored Yami for some reason. Most of the women doted on Yugi too, but it wasn't the same as the attention Yami was getting.

Even Kaiba was being pretty tolerant of Yami, for being his greatest rival and despising anything to do with the former Ancient Egyptian spirit now that she thought about it. She was pretty sure he was the one that had bought the stuffed dragon that the bodyguard had given Yami. And he didn't scowl angrily when Yami glomped his leg either. Or mind his presence this morning. Not to mention Kaiba was the one that found Yami this morning . . . .

Anzu froze; there was no way . . . . Did Kaiba like Yami?

Currently, the object of Anzu's of whirling thoughts was glaring at a certain adorable chibi who was holding his laptop hostage and looking up at him with wide pleading eyes. Damn . . . why did he have to be a chibi? But then again, as a teenager Yami would have . . . other things to convince him with. "Fine," he snapped.

Yami cheered and scrambled off the desk with Kaiba's laptop before Kaiba could stop him. With a sigh, Kaiba got up and followed him. Within a few moments, Kaiba was sitting across from Yami at the unoccupied dining table with a chess board between them. Well, almost. The table was too wide and Yami was too short to sit in the chair, so Yami was sitting cross-legged on top of the polished mahogany table in front of the board instead.

Kaiba's laptop rested next to Yami, his stuffed dragon on top of it as though it standing guard over the machine. Kaiba's mouth dropped open when the "stuffed toy" moved and gave out a puff of smoke. Yami gave him a devilish smile and Kaiba smirked, before reached out to stroke the dragon on the head, even if he didn't know how it was here. The Items were gone, weren't they?

Yami let out a whine at being ignored and Kaiba turned back to the game and moved one of his white pawns. Yami moved one of his pieces and focused on the game. Neither of them noticed when their audience showed up in the form of at least a dozen staff members.

Kaiba tried not to scowl at the giggling chibi as his King was captured, before finally noticing their audience. His frosty glare soon sent them scurrying, and when he looked back towards Yami . . . he was gone. And so was the dragon. Kaiba glanced around the room, even under the table, but the chibi had vanished.

Kaiba shrugged, before picking up his laptop and returning to his office to try to finish some more work before Mokuba came and dragged him to spend some more time with the stupid friendship posse.

Mimic followed the crimson eyed chibi as he wandered through the mazelike hallways. Like all Shadow Monsters, Mimic had been born from a human soul. However, Mimic was special. Normally, there was only one type of the same monster in the Realm, with none quite like it. But Mimic was an almost exact imitation of the true Blue Eyed White Dragon. There were differences like the fact that Mimic was male, whereas Kisara, the original, was female. Then there was the fact that Mimic was nothing more than a baby dragon, with not much firepower.

That wasn't what made Mimic special though. It was because Mimic had been born of bond formed between two brothers: Mokuba and Kaiba, who promised to be by each other's side forever.

In the beginning, Mimic had been nothing more than that promise, a light in the darkness of lost innocence. But that light had been forgotten in Kaiba's arrogance, when winning became more important than the promise made between him and Mokuba. When Yami shattered Kaiba's heart and forced him to reassemble the pieces, that light was found again, in the remembrance of that promise. And from a small shard of Kaiba's soul, life had been given to that small light of hope.

That light formed itself in the image that Kaiba loved the most. The Blue Eyes White Dragon. But it will never grow to be the powerful dragon Kisara was. For Mimic was born from the child that remained buried in Kaiba for so long. The child who had stood in front of that orphanage so long ago made a promise to his baby brother. And so a child the dragon would remain.

But however childish the dragon was, it was by no means weak or unintelligent. Kaiba did not know the true the nature of his existence, and as a child, Yami had forgotten him, but Mimic had not forgotten how he came to be. Yami had shattered Kaiba's heart, which led to Mimic's creation and set Kaiba back on the right path.

Mimic had always been loyal towards the former Pharaoh because of this. Part of it, sprung from Kaiba's own admiration and respect for Yami, and although he denied his past life, the love they shared so long ago, and the love the CEO had for him now. And Mimic would always be loyal to Yami because of that.

True to Kaiba's earlier thought, once dinner was over and Yugi and Yami (who had toddled in sometime during dinner after several hours of being MIA) were sent to bed, Mokuba dragged him into the parlor to play a game with them. After a large amount of ridiculous squabbling, and earning themselves a glare from Kaiba, the group decided on Monopoly.

Thirty minutes later, Kaiba had won the first round and sat out as they started the next game. Mokuba refused to let him leave, so he was forced to watch them play. Anzu kept casting glances at him for some reason, making him grit his teeth in annoyance. He was distracted by a flicker of movement outside the window and turned towards it.

There was a whitish shape moving around on the dark shape of the roof along the wing of the mansion opposite of them. He frowned. What could possibly be on the roof? It wasn't likely that anything had gotten through his security system and he's never heard of any night prowlers with white fur. He stood and walked to the window, intending to get a closer look.

"What are you looking at, Nii-sama?" Mokuba asked, as he and the dweeb patrol noticed his movements.

"There's something on the roof . . ." he answered, grabbing the handle and opening the window. The others crowded around him to look.

"Is that an animal?" Anzu asked.

Ryou's hair spiked as the tomb robber took over. His eyes widened as he looked the white shape. "Oh shit. That's not an animal! That's the baka Pharaoh!" He took off down the hall with the others on his heels. They burst into the bedroom Yami and Yugi were sharing to find Yugi dead asleep on the bed. A desk stood in front of an open window, a lamp shining down on the scattered wood pieces upon it. There was a small stretch of roof outside the window.

Bakura took no notice of it as he leapt on the desk and edged out on the roof. Yami was crawling dangerously close to the edge, feeling around for something. "Oi! You royal pain the ass, get back here!" he commanded, moving carefully. Sure, he was a thief, but most buildings in Ancient Egypt had FLAT roofs made of adobe. Not slanting roofs with slippery shingles! It was a wonder Yami hadn't fell off the side yet.

Yami let out a whine as he picked him up, flailing and making him fall back, dropping Yami. The chibi tottered on the edge for a moment before he reached down and grabbed something. Bakura muttered a curse as he pulled Yami into his arms and made his way back towards the window.

Jou took him from his hands as the tomb robber climbed in through the window and closed it, flipping the latch. He hopped off the desk, knocking off several tiny objects. A second later, the tomb robber yelped and was hopping around the room on one foot with a crimson eyed chibi glaring at him.

"HE BIT ME!" Bakura shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Yami, who was kneeling on the ground and gently gathering up the wooden pieces from off the floor where Bakura had knocked them off. Bakura blinked at him, before he was promptly shoved into his soul room by his other half. Ryou knelt down next to Yami and helped him pick up the pieces.

Kaiba stared at the wooden pieces in puzzlement. Just what were they and why Yami treating them like precious china? It wasn't as wood would break just by picking it up. Reaching down, he snatched a piece from the desk, before there was a furious tug on his pants. He looked down to see Yami scowling up at him.

"Mine," he growled, pointing at the piece in his hands. Kaiba rolled his eyes and ignored him, only to have Ryou snatch the piece from his hands and place it in a box with the other pieces he gathered.

"What do you think you are doing?" Kaiba snapped, before Ryou placed a finger to his lips and pointed at Yami who had climbed back onto the desk and was fiddling with the pieces.

"That puzzle belonged to Yami back in Ancient Egypt and seems to be very precious to him. His mother gave it back to him a few nights ago," Ryou explained, making Kaiba stare at him.

"Are you trying to tell me that Yami's mother, who's supposed to have been dead and buried for several millennia, came back from the dead to give Yami a fricking puzzle?" Kaiba snarled. "And just why have I not been told of this?"

Jounochi snorted, "Why the fuck do you care?"

"Stop it! Both of you," Anzu interrupted, stepping between the two growling males. "Why don't we all go down to the parlor and discuss this like mature adults?" she commanded, before shoving them all out the room. She pulled Yami away from the puzzle, much to his annoyance, and put him back to bed.

By the time she got to the parlor, Ryou was explaining the last of everything going on to Kaiba who was sitting on the couch with an irritated look on his face. Anzu wasn't sure exactly what the look was for as she cautiously passed him to take a seat next to Honda on one of the other couches.

A few moments of silence passed as Kaiba leaned back and rubbed his temples. "So there's some maniacal ghost stalking Yami that no one else can see but him, and none of you felt the need to tell me? I should kick you all out right now."

The gang shifted uncomfortably as the CEO stood and stalked out of the room, muttering angrily under his breath. Mokuba sighed and followed his brother out, calling his good nights over his shoulder. Everyone glanced at each other before slowly heading up to their rooms and to bed.

Anzu finally gets some sense in this chapter. I know many people like to bash her, and I agree her friendship speeches are annoying, but she is the one that keeps the gang together. As a female I thought it made more sense that she'd figure it out before the rest of the gang.

Rafael figured it out first, because while I was watching the show he just struck me as the type to focus on logic and common sense than rather becoming ignorant of things that the others wouldn't notice because they're so used to Kaiba being an asshole and wouldn't think of the possibility that Kaiba could love one of their gang.

I created Mimic. I was thinking of that episode where you see part of the mistreatment of Seto by Gozaburo and Mokuba draws him a BEWD card. Then, for some reason I remembered Pegasus's BEWD Toon and that scene where Seto and Mokuba are standing outside the orphanage holding hands and Seto promised to protect him. Those ideas collided together, and this is what my mind conjured up.

(1) Remember last chapter, when Yami cast an illusion on Jou and made him think a giant chocolate covered donut was going to eat him? *smirks* I couldn't resist the image of Kaiba offering him a chocolate covered donut. It's such a Kaiba-like thing to do.

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