AN: You know it sucks for me. I have all these ideas running around my head and I take on huge stories. So I'm FINALLY updating. Sorry for the inconvenience. There have been issues in my family so I had to stop writing for a long while, thank you for everyone that likes this story. I'm going to finish this. I know I should finish my others, but unfortunately I have a major stall on them.

Copyright: I do not own Yugioh, it's the property of Kazuki Takahashi, Viz Media, and Weekly Shonen Jump.

My Brother's Wish

Chapter 3: Good Morning

Morning light spilled into Seto's bedroom, his eyes slowly opened and he gazed around the room as he had the night before. Nothing had changed. The alarm clock was off, and the shades had been raised letting the sun flow in over his bed. He blinked the sleep out and got up. He was still here; did that mean the other life was the dream? Sighing he pulled himself out of bed and grabbed the robe again. He was just heading for the door when it was thrown open and he was tackled, hard, back onto his bed.

Grunting from the air knocked out of him, Seto pushed at the thing that attacked him. "Get off me!"

The thing didn't release him, a pair of soft arms wrapped around his waist and he felt his fingers digging into a pair of small shoulder blades. A muffled shout covered by the terry cloth made him draw in a silent breath. He pushed the body that lay against him up and looked into a serious pair of gray blue eyes. Shaggy black hair was brushed back neatly, and tied up by a small hair holder, and a hard pout played at the young boy's lips.
"Niisama," the boy said, "Why can't I come to the party today? Why?"
Seto blinked slowly, Mokuba? The boy repeated the question and Seto rubbed his forehead. What was going on? "Mokuba, what party?"

"The one you're supposed to go to this afternoon, remember?" Mokuba crossed his arms and glared. "You're supposed to go to Anzu-chan's house."

"Now why would I want to go to her house, Mokuba," Seto said shaking his head. "We're not even friends."

Mokuba stared at him with raised eyebrows, "What are you talking about? You didn't have a fight with her again did you Niisama!"

"What do you mean by again….NO!" Seto snapped back and stared at his little brother with a puzzled look. "I did not have a fight with her. I hardly ever speak to her, how can I fight with her?"

Mokuba made a tch noise and snorted, "That's because you act so stubborn about it. Just because she's popular doesn't mean you have to avoid her if you like her."

Seto sat dumb founded. He grabbed his brother by the shoulders and stared hard, "Mokuba…what…are…you…talking…about?"

"You having a crush on Anzu chan," Mokuba said smirking. He crossed his arms. "That's why you don't want me to go isn't it. Because you think I'll embarrass you and all that."

Seto sighed, "Mokuba, I have never liked, nor will I ever like, Mizaki in that way. What ever gave you that idea in the first place?"

"Well Jounouchi kun said you…" Mokuba started out and Seto cut him off.
"Enough," he waved his hand. "You believe that bonkotsu? Mokuba, since when do you ever listen to what that fool says? He's got about as much sense as a pea, you know this."

"Well he may be a goof, but I would think you'd want me to listen to one of your best friends." Mokuba shrugged and Seto nearly jumped up. What was his brother talking about? Best friends with that….no this was wrong. Something was wrong here. He stared at Mokuba hard for something out of place. A freckle in the wrong spot, the small scar below Mokuba's jaw removed, someway to know that it wasn't his brother that sat on his lap. But Seto could find nothing wrong, the small scar he'd gotten when he was still a baby was there, the freckles were in place, there seemed to be no problems. So why did this feel wrong?

Mokuba looked softly at his brother and touched his forehead, "Hey Niisama, are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, just a bit tired," Seto said softly, not adding that he was confused as hell. Mokuba scowled and got off his lap. Seto looked up and saw the boy head for the door. "Where are you going?"

Mokuba stopped and looked over his shoulder, "To get Dad. He told me that if you were forgetting things to get him."

Seto got up and strode over to the door were Mokuba's hand was poised over the handle. He towered over the boy and held the door shut. "Alright what the heck is going on? I want answers now, Mokuba. What do you mean by, if I was forgetting things?"

Mokuba swallowed as he stared at his older brother. Seto's eyes voiced the unasked question, 'How can you get dad? He's dead.' But if Mokuba understood it, he showed no sign that he was about to answer. The younger boy pulled at the door. "Niisama, just let me out okay."
"No, not till you answer my questions." Seto barked, his temper flaring. Mokuba trembled some. He hated when his brother got angry like this. The doctors said that there was a chance that Seto's personality might be slightly different, that he could get a bit angry, but that over time it would get better. So far that had been true, but now….Mokuba backed up some.

"I…" he started when Seto lifted him off his feet and carried him to the bed. Sitting down beside him, Seto stared hard. "Niisama…really, Dad said I shouldn't go telling you things…"

"Why?" Seto gripped his brother tightly by the shoulder. What was it that he was trying to hide? Had they both been kidnapped and drugged. If that was the case was this 'Dad' that Mokuba kept talking about…His mind flashed back to the night before with his mother. That had to have been a dream, but he was still in the same room. He looked at Mokuba, waiting patiently for the boy to answer.

Mokuba gulped hard, "Well…um…it's because he's worried that you'll go into that shocked state again if you remember."

Seto frowned looking puzzled, "Remember what?"

"The car crash," Mokuba told him and Seto blinked. The words brought back fast images of rushing to the school office when he was eight and being told he had to go to the hospital. His father was in traction and there was a good chance he wouldn't live. Seto stared at him and brushed his fingers over Mokuba's hair and nodded.

"Dad was taken to the hospital…and they called me at the school."

Mokuba blinked, "No…Niisama, you don't remember?"

"Remember what?" Seto gave him a peculiar look. Mokuba's eyebrows rose slowly. How could he not…remember? The younger Mizuouji bit his lips.

"Niisama…you were in the car crash…."

Seto stared hard, "I was?"

Mokuba nodded and took a deep breath. "You probably don't remember because you hit your head and were in a coma for a while. You lost part of your memory; the doctors said that you're lucky to be alive."

"I was in a car crash? When Mokuba?" Seto asked and Mokuba looked at his hands.

"A few years ago," Mokuba explained quietly, "Before we moved here. That's why we did. Dad thought getting away from the area would help you. You were only ten at the time, and a lot of people thought you were going to die. Dad and you were heading to go to take some pictures up north of fall leaves, and the roads were slick. Some guy was drunk or something. He lost control of the car, and you two crashed. Dad was hurt, but you got the worst of it. We thought you were going to die Niisama…"

Seto blinked as his little brother had soft tears slip down his cheeks. Remembering the events of the crash always mad Mokuba get chocked up. He had been five at the time and didn't understand what was wrong with his brother. Being thirteen now it gave him a better idea of what could have happened to Seto, and the fear that he could have lost his brother boiled to the surface when he was forced to remember. Seto put his arms around Mokuba and pulled him close.

"But I'm here, aren't I, Mokuba?" he said softly and let his brother sniffle into his pj top. Closing his eyes Seto tried to remember things, images in his mind were blurring. He could remember the school, but was it Mokuba who was called to the office? Or was that him? Was his mother at the hospital? Or was it just his father? Things were flipping around, and he had a sense that he was loosing something important. But what that was…he couldn't recall.

Mokuba slowly nodded, and he got up smiling. "Yeah you are. Are you okay now Niisama?"

Seto nodded some. He was still very confused, but maybe he could get more answers from his family. "Yeah; Are you sure that I'm going to a party tonight, Mokuba?"

Mokuba laughed, "Of course. That's all you've been babbling about these past few days."

Seto nodded, "Alright…why don't you go down. Tell mom I'm going to change and get dressed."

Mokuba nodded, "Blueberry pancakes this morning." He got off the bed and made for the door. "See you downstairs, and you better hurry or I'll eat them all."

Seto smiled softly as Mokuba shut the door behind him. Sighing he dropped his chin to his chest and ran his right hand through his hair, ruffling the already messy auburn locks. So was that whole time I spent with…that other man…just a coma? But it felt so real? Though people will say that things like that feel real…but…

Not wanting to think too much about it Seto got off the bed and went to his closet. He wrinkled his nose in surprise. Behind the door were several nice pairs of shirts, his school uniform, and several pairs of jeans. He'd never worn a pair of jeans in his life, not even as a child. Luckily these were limited and there were more kaki sacks to choose from. He paused his hand over them, while it felt right to wear the dress pants; he re- thought his choice and pulled out a pair of jeans. If anything it would be an interesting experience.

Twenty minutes later Seto emerged from his bedroom, showered, and dressed in black denim jeans, a pair of black shoes, a blue dress shirt, with the top button open to give the whole thing a casual air. A smile played in his blue eyes as he came into the kitchen. "Morning, breakfast still open, Mom?"

Sara glanced up at her son and grinned, "Of course. I saved some for you. Your father was going to eat them all up."

"I was not," a laughing voice came from behind Seto. He froze in place and slowly turned his head to see a tall man with long black hair and blue eyes. Perched upon his elegant nose was a pair of silver rimed small round glasses. His hair was tousled by Sara who grinned at her husband sweetly. "I was simply trying not to waste such a delicious meal."

He looked at Seto, the two stood nearly eye to eye, his father just an inch or so taller. The man was dressed in a casual t-shirt, and loose tan shirt covering it, along with a pair of blue jeans and sneakers he looked like the sort of person Seto normally saw wandering along the beach. Shinta Mizuouji clapped a hand on Seto's shoulder, "You're looking good this morning. So trying to dress up to impress a girl?"

Seto blinked a soft, "Dad?"

Shinta chuckled, "Mokuba said you were having an off morning."

Seto shrugged some, it felt more like an off lifetime, but he felt saying that would only worry his mother. "I'm better now. I'd like to have some breakfast if I could."

Sara smiled brightly, "Sure." She hurried to get her son the remaining pancakes. "Mokuba's outside playing with Kenji Nosaka. And Yuugi's coming over. He said you two were going to go test a game in the park?"

Seto nearly dropped the fork he was holding. "Yuugi…You mean Mutou Yuugi?"

Shinta laughed, "Yes that Yuugi. Don't tell me you forgot about your meeting today, Seto. That's all you've been bragging about for days, you and Yuugi finally coming up with a way to digitalize the Duel monsters cards."

Seto shook his head. This was just…too weird. Yuugi Mutou, his rival, the only one to beat him at Duel Monsters, working with him to create a digitized version of the monsters? He glanced at his father as he ate to see if the man was being serious. The blue eyes that held a playful laugh showed only that he was telling the truth. Seto swallowed his fork full of food and let out a breath.

"I see…Dad, how long have I known Yuugi?"
Shinta blinked and thought quietly, "It would have to be what…you were twelve he was eleven…so six years."

Seto nodded slowly. He wanted to hear exactly why it was that they were friends, but he didn't know how to go about asking. It seemed that he should know, but the history of his past didn't seem to want to fall into place. He was sure that if this was his life, then he would know all of this. He finished his meal in silence, listening to his parents discuss matters to do with his father's new gallery and her days off for the summer. He got up, putting the rest of his food away, and then scraping off the remains into the trashcan. Laying down the plate and glass of milk in the sink Seto pecked his mother on the cheek and headed for the door, grabbing his black jacket.

"Home by five, you have to have dinner before the party." His father told him and Seto nodded. Outside he took a deep breath of the winter air. It was odd, everything looked normal. The grass was green, the sky was blue, there were streets and cars, and most defiantly there was the sound of laughter. Seto headed in the direction and found Mokuba playing a game of Dungeon dice monsters with group of other pre-teenagers. One had dyed purple hair, and was rolling the dice. There was something creepily familiar about his laugh.

Nosaka…Can that be Miho's younger brother? Seto thought as Mokuba smirked at the throw.

"Only a five Kenji," he laughed and the other boy stuck out his tongue.

"Doesn't matter, it's more then enough to get me a new monster. See I can dimension the dice."

Seto chuckled watching them play, than shouted out to Mokuba, "Mokuba…see you later?"

Mokuba looked up, nodded, waved, and went back to playing his game. Turning his back on the kids Seto started to walk down the street. He was sure that the park was only two or four blocks south of the house. Pausing at the end of the block he turned back to get a good look at it. The two story building was set up with a western front, but he was sure that the back was Japanese in structure. The white wooden front stood out among the other houses, a mix of brick and aluminum siding of various styles. With its blue shutters and large front porch Seto felt that it had to be the grandest house in the neighborhood. It gave him a sense of pride and a smidge of arrogance. Walking away from his block he stopped now and again to admire the surroundings. They were…quaint, and he felt wrapped in a secure sense of being. It was as if he knew this place, yet that nagging sensation hugged close to him.

Why does this all feel so wrong? He hurried along the sidewalks passing people who waved to him. He would nod, but soon Seto felt overwhelmed by it. Who were all these people who knew him? And why were they being so friendly? Didn't they know who he was, what sort of person he was. Without thinking he doubled his pace and soon found himself running to get away from them. Around the corners down several blocks, he didn't stop till he saw the park. He slowed only when he saw a familiar face, one that smiled up at him with violet eyes from behind blonde bangs and spiky hair. Even here, he was as short as ever and looked exactly as Seto remembered him. Yuugi Mutou.

Yuugi raised his hand and waved, he was standing against the gate to the park. His eyes flashed with a happy sort of chuckle as his voice carried over, "Seto! I thought you weren't going to make it."

Seto? Since when did Yuugi call me anything but…He paused…his name. Why was it that he wanted to say another name but he couldn't think of it? Shaking his head Seto headed for Yuugi. Well if there's one thing I do know. Yuugi always tends to answer honestly, so maybe I can find out exactly what's going on here.

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Mokuba sat quietly as the doctor examined his brother. He clenched and unclenched his fists as Jounouchi and Yuugi sat close by watching. Sugoroku leaned against the blue wall, quietly, with crossed arms. When Mokuba had run into his shop he knew something had gone wrong. The young Kaiba never came here unless it was with his older brother, and that was even rare. The very last time Mokuba had come there alone was when Kaiba's board members had tried to take over his company by sending the young CEO into a virtual world. So it had come to no surprise that Mokuba, after some prompting from Yuugi, had poured out that his brother was in a strange slumber at the mansion.

Sugoroku raised his head when the doctor finished his examination, "Well Doctor?"

The middle aged man shook his head slowly, fixing his medical bag. "He's in good physical condition, however the sleep pattern he's fallen into…I want to run more tests at the hospital to be sure."

Sugoroku nodded slowly, "I see."

Mokuba stood up quickly, "Will my Niisama wake up?"

"We're not sure yet son," the Doctor said softly patting his head. He sighed leaving the room. Without a word Mokuba headed over to Seto, wrapped his arms around his brother and sobbed into his neck, not caring if Jounouchi thought he was being a baby about it.

"Niisama, just please wake up." Mokuba softly whispered.