Okay, please note that I do not know Avatar as well as I know Yugioh. So, the facts might be a bit messed up. But thank god for Wikipedia!

"Tai Chi."

It was so white… he couldn't tell if he was in a room, or in a wide open space.

"Tai Chi."

It was the most vibrant dream of his life. In front of him was a young lady with pale eyes, thick white hair, and a billowing lavender dress with a white train near the hem. She was holding out her hands, and cradled in them was a rock – a smooth, gray stone. Despite the vibrancy, the rock seemed fuzzy – he couldn't see it very clearly.

"Water, take, moon, tai chi, take, moon, water…"

"What are you saying!?" he demanded. She was making no sense! As she drifted closer to him, water began to trickle from walls that formed a circle around them.

"Moon, water, take, take, tai chi, water…"

The flow of water suddenly increased, each trickle spontaneously bursting like a broken dam. His eyes grew wide as water pooled at his feet. She, however, seemed oblivious to the water.

"Tai chi, moon, take, water, tai chi, take…"

How could she not be worried? Cracks spread across the white walls. The water was reaching his knees. She continued to offer the stone.

"Take, tai chi, moon, water!" What message was she trying to convey? "Take."

It wasn't a shout. However, it reverberated around the room with a strange power. It compelled him to lurch for the stone and grab it just as the room imploded.

Seto Kaiba shot up in his bed, covered with cold sweat, one hand clutching his heart. He was breathing heavily. Never had he had a dream so vivid in both sight and sound… all sense! The ambience, too, the aura was suspended consciousness and blockage – a message couldn't get through to him. Like a broken telephone.

His racing thoughts dominated his mind, so it was a while until he realized his other hand was clenched around something smooth and cool. He slowly unfolded his fist, his heart thumping painfully against his ribcage. In his palm was the stone.

Kaiba was starting to freak out now. It was the same color and shape as from his dream! But now he could see a design engraved on it. He ran his thumb over the ridges. It was a perfect circle with a waning crescent moon and three spiked lines that reminded him of waves.

"I must have been sleepwalking," he said out loud, but his words felt flat on his tongue. "I found a rock outside and…" but even as he spoke, he knew it was false.

Finally, he decided that even if he didn't believe in magic, the dream was important. So, despite it being early, early morning, he moved to his desk and on a sheet of paper wrote down at the top the four words the girl had been saying – tai chi, water, moon, and take. Then he scribbled down all the details he could remember in an effort to help decipher this odd dream. But he was tired. He would take it to a professional dream interpreter later.

Kaiba sighed and lay back in bed. He still held the stone, his thumb continuously tracing the symbol on it. He didn't know why he didn't throw it out the window yet. It seemed to sync with something inside him, thrumming to the rhythm of his heart, his soul. He felt… powerful, with it in his grasp.

He sighed again and closed his eyes. He'd figure it out later, he thought as he descended back into sleep.

Kaiba impatiently tapped his pencil on his desk, his chin propped on the other hand as he stared at the clock. He had made an appointment with a dream interpreter for right after school, and his patience was running thin. Each class got slower… and slower… And worse yet, his thoughts almost never left the stone in his pocket. Multiple times he realized he was tracing the engraving with his thumb, and it took a lot more willpower than necessary to remove his hand from his pocket without the stone.

At last, the final bell screamed, and Kaiba practically leaped out of his seat to leave. He was out the door before anyone else, his long legs taking him quickly to the limousine that awaited him. He slid easily into the back seat, the leather cushion accepting him gratefully. He told the driver to go to his appointment. As he was chaperoned to an office building deeper into Domino, he took out a sheet of paper from his bag and smoothed it across his lap. Scrawled across the pale hills and valleys were the words detailing his dream. He had known as soon as he had woken up that morning that he would not be able to ignore this dream as he had so many others. He hated getting help for anything, but an unknown force inside him told him that it was necessary.

He arrived in good time, and strode inside. The secretary, obviously smarter than she looked, glanced at him before pressing a button on a speaker and saying, "Mr. Kaiba is here to see you, sir." She knew better than to keep him waiting. Kaiba nodded to her once before heading down an adjoining hallway. He stopped in front of a door marked, "Dr. John D. Elliot, Psychiatrist." Kaiba did not bother knocking. He simply turned the handle and walked inside, where Dr. John D. Elliot, Psychiatrist, was waiting.

One look told Kaiba that Dr. Elliot was American, with sandy hair and watery blue eyes, along with a unique skin tone. As soon as he sat down, Dr. Elliot spoke. "I know you are a very busy man, Mr. Kaiba, so let's get this done with, hmm?"

"Indeed."

Dr. Elliot leaned forward in his chair. "I understand that last night you had a vibrant and troubling dream."

Kaiba tried to ignore his annoying choice of words (he doesn't "understand" anything yet! Right?). He told himself that's what a psychiatrist does. "Yes," he said.

"I think you could be a lucky man. Not many people get dreams like these. Now, tell me everything that happened in your dream. Leave no detail out, not even how you felt during and after it."

Kaiba handed him the paper and said, "During the dream, I felt like I was suspended in a state of nothingness almost, until the end when it felt as thought everything snapped into place. When I woke up, my heart was pounding, and I was simply very confused."

Dr. Elliot nodded as he skimmed the paper and listened. "Everything in dreams symbolize something in the person's life. The white room could represent a sense of purity where evil cannot touch. The water pouring in is the opposing force. The girl and the stone… I'm not so sure about that. That's something that requires a bit more personal information, which I am sure you do not want to give… The words, lets focus on them. 'Take' obviously meant she wanted you to take the stone. 'Tai chi,' though, what does that mean to you? Have you taken it?"

"Yes," Kaiba said gruffly. "When I was younger. I found it easy."

Dr. Elliot nodded knowingly. "And water, what do you feel about it?"

Kaiba's anger level started to rise. He could've done this on his own! "I don't know, I don't think about water that often! It's around me, sure, but it's just there!" He stood up suddenly. "If you can't help me, I'm leaving." Enraged, Kaiba snatched the paper back and left. He didn't say a word about the stone coming to life.

The next few days were like a dream, while his dreams were realer than any day of his life. Every night, it was the same dream – different from the first one, however. Every night, he dreamed he was standing on a long white beach. He would walk at a slow steady pace into the water, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn't stop. He would hold his breath as his head sunk in, but as if on their own accord his arms would rise, and the ocean would bend away from him, forming a bubble. As soon as the bubble was formed, he'd be transported back to the white room. In it were three other shadows – people he couldn't see clearly – along with four symbols arranged in a square in the middle of the floor. The same symbol on his rock was nearest to him, but, like the people, he couldn't see the other three. A few seconds of standing there ticked by, before he suddenly woke up.

Every single time he woke up, it felt like he had run a marathon in winter – the same sensation as "the rock dream." He was slapped out of his reverie one day when he overheard Anzu talking worriedly to her friends. Any other time, he would have ignored them as always, but her first few words captured him.

"Yugi, the reason I've been looking so tired is I've been having these really weird dreams. The first one, this guy with long white hair and beard with a topknot, and long white robes, gave me a rock with an engraving on it. Here – look."

"Anzu, that's – how do I say it – amazing and very strange."

"I know. And every night after that I have dreamt that I was in a dancing studio, and as I dance, flames erupt around me. I felt their heat, but they don't hurt me. Then, the entire place collapses, and I suddenly find myself in a room with three other people I can't see clearly."

Kaiba risked a quick look to Yugi-tachi. Anzu was holding out something the same color and texture as his own stone, which he fingered nervously in his pocket. But how could she have dreams like his, too?

Yugi glanced his way, and he turned his gaze swiftly in another direction. He realized too late that he was clenching the rock in his fist on his desk. To make matters worse, Yugi and his friends soon surrounded him.

"I know you were eavesdropping," said Yugi, not unkindly. "Have you been having strange dreams, too?"

"No," Kaiba replied too quickly, causing Jounouchi to scowl.

"What're you holding, then?" he snarled.

"Nothing," Kaiba tried to say, but before he knew it the blond wrestled his grip open, and out fell his own stone, immediately followed by an extreme emptiness or hollowness in his heart. At any other time in his life, Jou wouldn't have gotten it so easily, but Kaiba was extremely out of it.

"This isn't nothing!" Jounouchi proclaimed loudly, holding up Kaiba's stone. "Anzu's got something like this, too!"

Anzu smacked him on the arm, sighed, then held up her own. Kaiba quietly studied it, trying to ignore the sense of emptiness that had settled in his chest. Anzu's stone was almost exactly like Kaiba's, but instead of moon and waves, the symbol was a stylized, teardrop-shaped flame forked into a trident of three tongues that tapered upward to a point encased in a perfect circle, imprinted into the rock.

"Well?"

Kaiba looked up at Anzu. "Well what?"

"Why do you have something like this?"

"Same reason you do, I guess." Kaiba suddenly glared at Jou. "Give it back."

Jounouchi faltered. "H-huh?"

"Give. It. Back," Kaiba repeated, forcefully, holding out his hand. Nervously, Jounouchi dropped it into the brunet's palm. Kaiba was relieved as the strange soul vibrations returned.

"This isn't making much sense," Yugi muttered. "Maybe there are others who have this." As if in answer, both Jounouchi's and Yugi's cell phones rang.

"Don't you know you're not supposed to have those on in school?" Kaiba taunted.

"Shuddap!" Jou snapped, before saying into his phone, "Hello? Ah, Valon? What are you do– Why are you coming here!? Eh? A weird rock?"

Yugi was having a similar conversation. "Rebecca, what's this all about… Dreams? Oh, I see. Yeah, we've had some problems."

Eventually, they snapped their phones shut and looked at the rest of their friends. "Valon's coming, he says he's been having some weird dreams," Jou said.

"Rebecca, too," Yugi added. "What could this all mean?"

Kaiba closed his eyes. "All I know is that I want no part of this…"

Phew! First chapter is DONE! I hope you enjoyed it! The other Avatar characters will come in in a few chapters... this is mainly them getting situated with their... rocks (which DO play a role, but I'm not telling you which one!) The POVs will be rotating (but still in third person). You'll see what I mean by that eventually.

Please review! Cheers!