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The silvery fog wrapped and twisted itself in thin swirling ribbons around his feet as Kaiba struggled to stand. His body felt weak, as if it were made entirely of liquid and might fall apart at any moment – absorbing into the earth and never to be seen again. He both hated and feared that powerless feeling, more than he hated and feared the nightmare itself.

No, he corrected himself, not feared. He feared nothing. Seto Kaiba was too strong to feel fear.

It was really cold – the kind of cold that was so powerful you could hardly feel it. His skin was absolutely numb, and a thin layer of ice clung to his clothes and hair.

The dream always started that way, and he knew what would happen next. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop himself from moving forward. It was as if his body moved on its own, being ushered by the mist, walking slowly…weakly - like a puppet on strings.

There was a murmur of sound coming from somewhere in the distance, rippling like water traveling over river stones. He followed the sound into the fog.

And there it was – the thing he was searching for, though he really didn't know he was searching for it: the mirror.

The mirror and…Wheeler.

The rippling wasn't rippling at all, but instead sobs. The mutt was crying. Kaiba touched the tips of his fingers to the glass. The blonde's figure faded from it and he was only staring at himself. Rather, a figure of himself. His typical cold expression was weak, and unbelievable. It made him sick to look at himself.

So he looked away.

There was no one. Even the fog seemed to slither away. He was alone in this cold darkness.

No Mokuba. No Wheeler. No one.

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"-to! Seto!"

Kaiba groaned as he came to. A black blur hovered above his face, silhouetted by various overhead lights. He blinked until his vision came into focus and he could make out the worried face of his younger brother.

"Hey, is he ok?" Mokuba demanded to know from a KaibaCorp EMT, of whom Kaiba hadn't noticed till that moment.

"I'm fine," Kaiba said, pulling the oxygen mask off his face. He sat up and moved to stand, only to be forced back down by a wave of nausea.

"Don't move too fast," the EMT warned, "You bumped your head pretty hard this time."

"Don't tell me what to do," Kaiba snarled. His hand instinctively went to his head, and he could feel a golf ball sized lump through his hair. It stung enough to make him hiss when he touched it. The EMT handed him an icepack.

His vision suddenly blurred again, and it felt like the world was tipping sideways. His stomach flipped in such a way that he thought the contents of his breakfast might end up on the floor.

'Wouldn't that just be the highlight of my day?' Kaiba thought sarcastically, grimacing. He rested his head between his knees, and closed his eyes, holding the icepack to the lump.

"Maybe you should go to the hospital," Mokuba suggested. His voice was full of honest concern.

"I'm fine."

"At least go see a doctor."

"I'm fine."

"I think your brother is ri-" the EMT began.

Kaiba cut him off sharply, "I don't pay you to think."

"But these fainting spells have gotten more frequent lately and…"

The CEO lifted his head enough to give the man a look that warned him he was treading into dangerous waters, and that his job would be severely at stake if he continued speaking. The EMT shut up instantly, taking sudden interest in the contents of his supply bag.

However, the EMT was right. Kaiba had always had occasional bouts of fainting, followed by the dream, but they had never been as frequent as they were now. He didn't know why it was happening, and he didn't much care to know, but he wanted it to stop. On the other hand, going to a doctor or specialist was out of the question. If the press wasn't bad enough, they would have a field day if they found out that the most feared man in business was being hospitalized. He couldn't even imagine what they would do with that juicy piece of information.

Once his head stopped spinning, he reached a hand up to Mokuba, who helped lift him off the floor.

"You should at least take the day off," Mokuba said, "You know, take a break and just chill."

Kaiba said nothing. He waved the EMT away, who gladly gathered up his supplies and left as quickly as possible.

"Seto…"

"I'm fine," Kaiba said again. His voice rougher than he meant it to be and the raven haired boy seemed to shrink back a bit.

Mokuba walked with him the rest of the way to his office. The boy was usually really talkative, but today he was incredibly quiet. Kaiba figured he was still worried, or perhaps he had been too harsh in reassuring his little brother that he was fine. Either way, it was awkward.

"Skipping school today?" He asked as he placed his thumb on the fingerprint scanner. The first lock on his office door clicked open.

Mokuba skipped school every other day – Tuesday and Thursday – because he didn't like math class. Kaiba knew he should have scolded the boy and made him go, but what would be the point? So after graduating he could get a good job and make a lot of money? That was a goal for average people. Kaiba made enough for both he and his brother - and the generations after them - to live lavishly.

"No…I think I'll go today," Mokuba replied as the elder boy finished opening the door via eye scan.

Kaiba's eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a second. "It's Tuesday."

"I know," The raven haired boy shrugged, "I figured that I have nothing better to do today, so it wouldn't hurt to go."

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Mokuba hated lying to his brother. He had no intention to go to school, but he also had no intention on telling his brother what he was up too. It was just better that way.

"You can drop me off here," He told the driver as the limo rolled to a stop for a red light.

"But-" The driver objected.

"I'll walk from here," Mokuba said, smiling to tell the man that it was alright. He leapt out of the vehicle and onto the sidewalk, waving as the limo drove past on the green light.

The boy quietly considered his surroundings. He knew the burger joint was around there somewhere. Maybe it was on the next street over? Mokuba personally wouldn't have chosen a burger place as a rendezvous point, but he said it was the only way.

'He.'

Mokuba chuckled at the way his mind automatically censored the other boy's name. 'He' was only Yugi, but he would never say his name in front of his brother. Seto only said Yugi's name when he was sure he had a new deck planned out to beat him. Other than that, Yugi was only 'he' or 'him' or 'that guy'.

He grinned widely at some of the other, more graphical names they referred to him as, as Mokuba walked into the local grease pot that shamed itself into being called a fast food restaurant. There was a surprising amount of people there, but Yugi was pretty easy to spot at the corner table.

"Hey…" Mokuba greeted. He felt his smile dropping as he spotted Joey, remembering the original reason for this secret meeting.

There was something wrong with Seto, and there was something wrong with Joey. It was just a hunch, but maybe it was the same 'something wrong'.

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Can you tell that I'm out of practice?

I wrote the middle section about 5 months ago while in Japan, and wrote the rest just recently. It needs a lot of help. My writing style is all out of wack!
I promise I'll fix it one day. Promise that the next chappy will be better!

Please R&R!