Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Seto's Wish ❯ Chapter 8

He quickly turned around and saw a pair of headlights heading towards him. The last thing he remembered was the sound of screeching tires. When he woke up, he found he was in a bedroom that wasn't his own.

 

“Where am I?” Kaiba asked himself out loud. He slowly got up and started to look around the room. What he found were certificates of achievement and various types of trophies, but nothing helped him to find out where he was.

 

Kaiba moved from his bed, and took hold of one of the trophies, reading the name. “Seto Yagakamiya. Who's that?” he wondered out loud.

 

Finding the information useless, Kaiba thought back on what he last remembered.

 

“Walk through that door.”

 

“This is your great magic? Even I could have made a doorway glow with my holographic imaging.”

 

“If you doubt me, then try it for yourself and see.”

 

“Fine.....and I'll make you eat your words, when I prove you for the fraud you are.”

 

That's right...he was supposedly in another dimension where his parents survived, and his brother wouldn't be sick. Kaiba again looked at the trophy, with the name labelled on it. `So is this supposed to be me?'

 

Kaiba tried hard to remember if that was his last name. No matter how hard he tried, the name couldn't come to him. It was too long ago, and such old memories would have been long suppressed, after what he had to go through from first the orphanage, and then Gozaburou.

 

But he shook those thoughts away. The last thing he wanted to dwell on now was thinking of Gozaburou again. As far as he was concerned, Gozaburou was dead and he planned to keep him buried there where he belonged.

 

Back to the present, Kaiba looked around this room...which he was denying to himself was real. He looked around the room to find posters of what looked like a female rock band plastered on the wall of this small bedroom. Well...small compared to the bedroom he was used to. The room was a mess, clothes were carelessly thrown about to get wrinkled, and...

 

...Good Lord, what was he wearing? It looked like a pair of jeans and a T-shirt of the same woman plastered on the walls. `Very funny.' Seto thought, assuming Ajin did this on purpose, as some personal joke against him. Kaiba was still analyzing his situation and wondered if somehow the man hypnotized him into believing all this. But it was so detailed. If these were things he'd seen before in his childhood past or something...that could be understandable. But there was no way a hypnotist could make him think of these things by simply wording it.

 

He considered maybe virtual reality. Kaiba had been working on a project, that when done would blow people away with what he had achieved next. But it was far from finished, and there was no way anyone could have come up with this idea before him, or even thought of it, for that matter.

 

But then...if it wasn't hypnosis and he's not stuck inside some kind of virtual reality simulator, then...where is he? Kaiba looked out the window of this bedroom to see that it appeared to be a simple 2-story home in a middle-classed neighborhood. Other than that, he wasn't going to find much more information until he found his supposed `family'.

 

`Mokuba.' Kaiba immediately thought as his family came to mind. He pushed all other things aside in his mind, for the moment. If Mokuba was here, he had to make sure he was okay, and really wasn't sick.

 

Kaiba opened the door of his bedroom and entered a hallway, just as a young girl about 15 years old was heading his way. They both froze, staring at each other.

 

She muttered, “Well, it's good to see you're up and about this morning. Mom will be happy. Now, do you mind? I'm trying to get to my bedroom...”

 

Kaiba stopped her from moving passed him, grabbing onto her arm. “Who are you?” he asked, glaring into her eyes, looking for any sign of weakness.

 

“What?” she asked, surprised by his question. But then she remembered the injury and what the doctor said. “Wow, I guess you really did shake something up in that noggin of yours. Hey, maybe you should lay back down some more, and give yourself some time to rest, okay?”

 

“I don't need rest...I need answers. Now, who `are' you?” Kaiba asked.

 

She sighed. “I'm your sister, of course.” she said, rolling her eyes. She was able to read her brother's eyes enough to know when he didn't believe something, and clearly wasn't believing her.

 

Before Kaiba even spoke up, she grabbed his hand, saying, “Okay, come on `Mr. Amnesia.' we better get you caught up, before Mom and Dad get home.”

 

Kaiba looked down at her hand for daring to touch him, but didn't fight it, letting her drag him back into the small bedroom for now. “Fine.” he muttered, deciding if he was going to play this game that Ajin had thrust him into, he might as well know all the rules.

 

She guided him to sit on the bed, then sat beside him. “Okay, well...you at least know my name, right?”

 

“How would I know your name? I don't know who you are.” Kaiba stated, as if she was being stupid.

 

She blinked. “Gee...I think it's worst than what the doctor even said. He told us you might not recognize us, and you might be confused and have a slight personality change because of your concussion. I guess I just didn't expect it to be this drastic.”

 

Kaiba crossed his arms. “Whatever. Listen, you're wasting my time here. Are you going to give me this information or not?”

 

“All right, all ready! God, you're being such a prick. It's not my fault you had a fight with Tea, and were too stupid not to get out of the road!” she snapped, looking away.

 

Kaiba tried his hardest to ignore Angie on what he felt to be the senseless ranting of a brainless woman. Tea's name clicked recognition in his mind, but barely. Personally, he didn't allow himself to be led back to his room by his `supposed' sister, just to hear her gossip about her girlfriends. Plus, he didn't see anything unusual about himself fighting or arguing with the friendship group, either. It was no surprise that if something tragic happened, Yugi's group would somehow be there, and partially involved.

 

So totally ignoring everything she just said, Kaiba asked instead, “You mentioned you're my sister. How is that possible?”

 

She looked over at him for a minute, thinking, “Hmmm...I wonder if you don't remember me because I was originally adopted.”

 

Kaiba blinked, not expecting that. “You're...adopted? Then you're not my real sister.”

 

“Don't say that.....that's not nice!” she snapped. “Mom and Dad always told me it doesn't matter if we're not blood related...we're still family no matter what.”

 

Somehow, that hit something in Kaiba. It made him feel bad enough to almost apologize...almost. He didn't apologize, but still felt bad about it. Part of him was now trying to exactly figure out what his opinion should be on adoption. After all...he and Mokuba were adopted. But then, they didn't exactly have the best childhood due to that fact, either. He turned away, finally saying, “I didn't mean anything by it.” It wasn't an apology, but at least it was a sort-of peace offering.

 

And it was enough to calm her down. She nodded, and then turned to him, saying, “My name is Angelee Harper Yagakamiya.” Looking down at her fidgeting hands, she continued to say to him, “You see, when you were real young, I guess Mom...your mother, was pregnant. But something went wrong during the birth and she miscarried. After that, Mom didn't want to try to have any other kids, so she adopted me...”

 

“What?” Kaiba said, his face had turned a pale white, as if he had seen a ghost.

 

She turned to him, asking, “Oh, don't worry...Mom's fine. It's just...”

 

Angelee didn't expect Kaiba's next move. He forcefully grabbed both her shoulders tight with both hands, shaking her, as he snapped at her, “You're lying! She did `not' miscarry...I will `not' listen to this! Where's Mokuba?? I demand to know `NOW'!!”

 

Kaiba's head began to swirl into this sinking nightmare the moment she mentioned his mother miscarried. He knew that story frightfully well. That time in the hospital, he had lost his mother and almost lost his new brother. But Mokuba survived it and his Mom died. But in this world, this girl was telling him the opposite happened.

 

`No, it's not true! Ajin told me Mokuba would never be sick!' Kaiba considered that fact, and thought if Mokuba was never alive, he'd obviously never get sick, either. `But I confronted him with that theory, and he told me we wouldn't be dead in this world...' His mind was beginning to think very strongly that the guy lied, and that he wanted to go home `now' back to his brother.

 

But in-between the girl's protests, he finally caught the words that came out of her mouth. “What does Mokuba have to do with any of this??”

 

Kaiba stopped everything he was doing, and glared at her. He then snapped, “You said he didn't survive.”

 

“I said what would have been your younger sibling wouldn't have survived. So why are you bringing Mokuba up in this?” she asked.

 

“Because...he's my brother.” Kaiba stated simply. Wasn't it obvious?

 

Angelee was looking at him strangely again. “No he's not...what gave you that idea?”

 

There was a long pause, before Kaiba slowly released her. Looking back at her with the same strange look, he muttered, “But...” and found himself unable to continue saying anything else. Finally, he asked, “Then who is he related to?”

 

“I'm surprised you don't remember that part...you've been almost obsessed to get Mokuba away from the Kaiba family. He lives with Noah. Well...if you can call that living.” she muttered.

 

“What is that supposed to mean? Are you saying, Mokuba's in danger?” Kaiba asked. Immediately his paternal instincts kicked in. Before he did anything else, he had to find Mokuba and help him, no matter what.

 

Angelee shook her head. “I can't believe you forgot so much. Then again, you don't even remember I'm your sister, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Mokuba lives with his war-monger family...the Kaiba's. He's like Noah's personal servant. There's not really a lot you can do about it. You have tried to duel him several times to free Mokuba from his grasp, and done just about everything else to try and free him too...it's just a never-ending cycle for you.”

 

There was a long silent pause hanging in the air. Then at once, Kaiba stood, saying, “I gotta go...”

 

“No! Damnit, Seto...you can't go! Mom and Dad will be home any second and.....”

 

“Honey, we're home!” a woman's voice called out, as they could hear the front door opening from not too far off. Angelee pleaded, “Seto, I swear Mokuba will be fine. He's been living there all his life. They're not going to kill him. You need to take the time to know what's going on around you, before you just jump into something like this. Otherwise, you're only going to hurt yourself even more!”

 

Kaiba decided she had a point. He knew nothing of this world. Before he could even figure out what to do, he'd have to learn what the Kaiba family was like in this world.......and find out who this Noah person is, as well. “All right.” Kaiba said, giving in. “Well...if that's my parents downstairs, then I might as well meet them. Right?”

 

Angelee smiled, saying, “Good. At least you're not being so stubborn for a change. Who knows, maybe something good will come out of this, after all...”

 

He glared at her from the comment, then got even angrier when she frazzled his hair - knowing he would hate her for doing that, and ran from the room before he could do anything about it...being just like an immature adolescent sister. It was something Kaiba was definitely not used to.

 

`Stupid girl.' he thought as he adjusted his hair, and then finally headed out of his room.

 

Once downstairs, Angie ran to help her mother by grabbing one if the grocery bags she was carrying, as Kaiba came in to see these `supposed' parents. He had come in, expecting to have a confrontation with them, only accepting that they were anything else other than his parents. But the moment he came in, he froze. It was her...it was really her. It was his mother.

 

Given, she was a lot older than he remembered her to be, but other than age, she looked the same. The same features, the same smile, and the same soft caring look in her eyes...she looked a lot like Mokuba.

 

And he didn't even remember what she looked like, until that moment, he came in and saw her. Kaiba just stood there, looking in shock, as he watched his mother interact with his supposed sister. `No...this isn't real. It can't be real.' he thought. But how would anyone know what his mother once looked like but him? How could this be a trick? Kaiba couldn't see a possible way of this being fake.

 

`But...my parents are both dead. Could it be...Ajin was telling the truth?.' Kaiba wondered for the first time. He had witnessed Aiko create a stuffed dragon in front of his very eyes, after all. But finding a way for his parents to be alive again...it was almost too good to be true.

 

But as he considered that, another thing finally caught his eye. It was the familiarity of the kitchen. `I remember.' he suddenly thought. `I've been in this house. I'm...I'm...home.' Given, much of the furniture and belongings were different, now...but he noticed the walls were the same, the color was the same, and certain things that hung there practically forever were still there. Even an old picture on the fridge that Kaiba had made for his mother back when he was...god, how young was he? Four, maybe??

 

 

The woman set the bag she was carrying down and noticed Kaiba staring. “Seto, are you alright honey? That was a pretty nasty accident you had last night. How are you feeling?” She asked brushing the hair out of his face. And Kaiba didn't even notice...his mind had been suddenly thrust into a past life he didn't even realize he still had memories of.

 

“He's been like that all morning, Mom.” Angie said. “He didn't even remember I was his sister.” she grumbled.

 

“Well, I know the doctor said there might be some confusion and he might not remember some things. But to not even remember his own sister? Poor thing. Well don't worry honey; the doctor said that should only be temporary. You'll feel better soon.” his mother said, stroking his hair.

 

“Excuse me.” Kaiba blankly said, as he turned and walked away, unexpectedly.

 

“Seto?” his mother asked, but a knock on the door caused her to pause. “I'll get it.” Angie said, heading to the door.

 

Kaiba's mother looked around and finally found where Kaiba went. Kaiba was standing in front of their old piano, rubbing the dust from the top of it, like a precious treasure.

 

“Seto......what are you doing?” she asked.

 

Kaiba's eyes were filled with emotion, as he said to her, “I remember this piano. You used to play on it all the time when I was young.”

 

“Oh, my.....I didn't even know you still remembered that. That was so long ago.” she smiled. “I haven't played in so long, now. Not since...” The mother stopped what she was about to say and instead said something else. “This thing's just been sitting around collecting dust. I've been thinking of getting rid of this for so long, now. But I guess I just couldn't get myself to do it.”

 

Kaiba then directed his gaze away from the piano to the floor next to it, saying, “I used to have a table, right here. It was too small for me to use the couch for a seat, so I used to sit on the floor.”

 

“That's right.” his mother said. “It was your favorite spot. You used to sit there on the floor and draw and color pictures for hours. Your favorite was your dragons you always drew for us.” She gave a weak chuckle, saying, “Oh, those were the days...you kids grow so fast.”

 

But Kaiba couldn't take it anymore and dropped to his knees in conflict, wracked with pain from remembering parts of the past he never wanted to remember again.

 

At that time, the father came in, saying, “Honey? Where is that son of yours? Angie said he was up, so why isn't he helping out?”

 

“Not now, Jim...Seto's still recovering from his accident. I don't think he's feeling well.” She turned back to Kaiba, asking, “Honey, are you okay?” again stroking his hair.

 

Kaiba looked over at her, feeling the walls he had held up around himself for so long beginning to crumble away with every touch she placed on him. Those familiar touches that she always used to do when he was such a small kid...

 

Abruptly, Kaiba got up, sputtering out to himself, “I gotta get out of here.” and rushed passed both his mother and father, and out the door.

 

“Wait a minute, where do you think you're going??” the father exclaimed, but he was already out the door before he could even finish. He looked confused, and then turned to the mother, “Where is he going?”

 

“Jim...just let him go. He'll be back. Obviously that bruise of his got him very confused.” she said.

 

The father thought a moment about that. “Well, then he shouldn't be out there by himself. Angie, stay with your brother and make sure he doesn't go too far. He shouldn't be wandering off with a head injury.”

 

“Okay, Dad. The guys are coming over soon anyway, and will want to see him.” she said, heading out the door.

 

Kaiba didn't go too far. He made it out the back door, before more memories hit him...him swinging on the swing, his father attempting to teach him soccer.

 

...then one-day mother didn't come home, only his new brother Mokuba. And father couldn't handle it, and escaped into work, almost never coming home. Then one day...he didn't come home either, and they were on their own.

 

“Seto?” Angie asked Kaiba who was of all places...sitting on a swing that was too small for him, his arms curled around each other.

 

As she got closer, she realized he was whispering something. “It isn't real...it isn't real...”

 

She put a hand on his shoulder, saying, “Come on, Seto...calm down. Our life ain't `that' bad. Uh...your friends will be here any minute, by the way. I thought you should know. But if you keep acting this creepy, you're gonna scare them.”

 

`She's right...I gotta get a handle on things.' Kaiba thought, trying desperately to put those walls back up and secure them better, this time. But after what he had seen, everything just hit him at once...he didn't expect it. He thought of the one thing that could help him. Mokuba...if anything, if anyone, he had to be strong for him. Somewhere in this world, Mokuba was in trouble...and he had to save him.

 

`Mokuba...I wish you were here.' he thought, concerned over his brother. And he never realized he had to be careful what he wished fo...for it might come true.

 

Suddenly, the information of what Angie said to him was consciously absorbed, and he looked up, confused. “My...friends?”

 

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Back in the real world, Aiko was doing everything in her power to keep Mokuba warm and comfortable. She had given him his medicine and took his temperature. Then she became even more concerned, when it read 102.

 

So, Aiko took the cloth and headed into the bathroom to re-wet it. But while she was in there, she didn't notice a small glow that appeared around Mokuba for a moment, before it quickly faded.

 

Aiko returned, putting the fresh cloth down on his head. She had also brought out a jar of vapor rub and rubbed it on him to help him breath. “Poor thing.” Aiko muttered, moving some of the raven strands of hair from his head.

 

She then paused, feeling for some reason like...something was different. She checked his head and his breathing. Though his body seemed to be cooler to the touch than before for some odd reason, he seemed to be the same.

 

...so why couldn't she shake this feeling that something was missing?!