AN: Never in my life have I owned Yuugioh, nor do I plan to.

Rating: OT (older teen)

Short and long of it Summary: Basically this is a slightly AU story. Most of the facts from the series remain. However some slight shifts are involved. When Mokuba makes a wish on his 13th birthday it's not for himself. Rather, after seeing his brother miserable, he wishes for Kaiba to have a normal life. However as with any wish there are consequences to be had. But when Mokuba tries to break the spell, does Kaiba really want to go back to the life that he once had?

My brother's wish

Chapter 1: Wake up.

"Brrrrrruzzzz" the sound of an alarm clock made Seto blink open his eyes. He was still tired and wanted sleep. But he prodded his body to sit up in bed, and stretched. It was still dark out, normal for winter, and he glanced over at the clock. Five thirty am. He scowled. I must have forgotten to turn it off last night. It's Saturday.

He reached over to slap the snooze button of the electronic clock, but was startled when he felt the smooth, cool texture of a manual wind up. Seto grabbed the clock and forced his blue eyes to focus in the dark. The clock wasn't his. It was a fire engine red set up with bells on the top.

This has to be a joke, he thought setting it aside after turning off the alarm. He reached over near the left side of his bed, to turn on the light switch. To his surprise, the wall was bear. And, come to think of it, he realized just then that the canopy bed he'd been sleeping in since he was ten was gone. It had been replaced by a box spring, with dark navy blue sheets. He slapped his cheeks hard and shocked himself awake, then let his eyes adjust to the moonlight. There was a lamp on the right side of his bed sitting upon a small night table. He reached over and flicked it on. Instantly he wished he hadn't. The room he was sleeping in wasn't his.

Oh it semi resembled his own room in some way. There was a pattern of blue all over the place. From the simple blue and white stripped wallpaper, to the blue rug on the hard wood floor. Around the room he noticed there were trophies. He got up and found a pair of blue slippers on the floor waiting for him. There was a desk that had ribbons on it from different competitions. Posters of bands, Duel monsters, different sport stars, and even some famous actresses lined his walls. Along with photos clipped from news papers, and a series of pictures on his desk.

Seto wandered over to the dresser and picked up a trophy. The one he held was from sixth grade for first place at the National Science competition. Another was for MVP on the soccer team. Yet another was for baseball from second grade. The ribbons chronicled his rise and falls in his school career from first grade on. Spelling bees and science fairs, projects for history, and math bowl. He rubbed his head confused. He didn't remember any of it. Yet each item had his name on it. He stared hard at the engraving, and sucked in a small gasp.

"First place. National Science Fair. Seto Mizuouji."

His heart fluttered and his throat went dry like chalk. No way…this can't be! His last name…his REAL last name. He had not seen it since he became a Kaiba. A shiver of recognition flowed through his body. He set down the trophy, slipped on a black terry robe that was lying across the chair of his desk, and opened the white door that led into a small hallway. The walls were painted white and he found himself passing by four doors, one, which was open, revealed a bathroom. He caught his reflection in the mirror and hurried past. No longer was he in the expensive silk pajamas that he was used to. Now he suddenly was wearing a gray t-shirt and black sweat pants. At the end of the hall was a set of stairs, and he took them slowly down so as not to wake anyone up.

This is just too weird, it's gotta be a dream. He thought, hoping that when he got downstairs he would start to wake up. At the bottom he found a nice living room, decorated with old furnishings; Furnishings that he had long forgotten, and blinked seeing them again. The tan sofa his father had gotten as a gift from his late grandmother, there were a bunch of old antique cups that were high on shelves. His mother had loved to collect them. He walked past the scene, careful to side step a small table and found the kitchen.

Turning on the light he stared around again. The place was decorated pretty much as his own house had been before his father died. Seto was stymied. What kind of sick bastard would go this far for a joke? Who ever it is, they are going to get a piece of my mind.

He froze when he heard someone step into the kitchen behind him.

"Sweetie?" a kind female voice asked and Seto turned around to see an elegant woman who was as tall as his shoulders. She had brown hair like his, cut just below her shoulder blades, and a pair of gray blue eyes. She was pale, and dressed in a sky blue fuzzy robe with ballet slippers. She rubbed her right eye, yawned some, and gave him a kind smile.

"Seto dear, what are you doing up so early? It's Saturday morning." The woman said and Seto stood there in shock. His whole body felt numb, and every nerve pulsed in him wanting to take the woman and shake her. She couldn't be here, she just couldn't.

The woman just grinned as she went over to a cabinet, "I bet you couldn't sleep. That party you're going to today right? Want some hot chocolate?"

She pulled out two mugs, got out some milk and the coco powder and started up the stove. Seto watched her silently.

She turned her head smiling at him and gave a little laugh, "Ah my boy is growing up. His first party, well, without a whole bunch of grown ups there at least. I just have to warn you I did call Mrs. Mizaki to make sure that there was a chaperon. I hope you don't think me too un-cool for that?"

Seto slowly shook his head and she grinned. "Good. Ah…it's done. Want some wafers with it?"

He shook his head again. When he was five he would have coco and chocolate wafers to calm him down when he had a bad dream. He did that from time to time with Mokuba at the mansion. Seto stared at the woman. How could she know all about that? Know exactly what to ask. This had to be a dream. There was no way that this woman could be alive. Sara Mizuouji had died after giving birth.

The woman stared at him, her look became concerned, "Seto? You're sweating…Sweetie do you have a fever?"

She reached out her hand to feel his forehead and his face grew hot. Tears stung in the corners. She frowned in a worried way.

"Seto if you're getting sick there is no way you're going to that party. You can fuss about it all you want, but I am not letting you out of this house with a fe.." her rant was cut short as he suddenly pulled her into a tight hug and she blinked. "Sweetie? Are you alright?"

"Mom…you're alive." Seto whispered and sobbed into her shoulder.