Alrighty then! This little story came to me around ten last night. Not owning of the YGO- read, review, and ENJOY! Oh, haha, I added songs to the first five chapters too. Mostly because I needed chapter titles. :P


It always seemed to end up the same way when Mokuba found out about any of his problems. Poor kid would get all worked up, and finally come up with some kind of crazy solution. That might be why Seto tried so hard to keep them to himself.

Regrettably, this was mostly ineffectual.

This time it had been that dream. That same damned dream. It had been going on for about five years now, recurring every couple of months, but it had recently gotten worse – not to mention more frequent. Maybe it was stress – was he overworking himself? Well, that was nothing new. No matter the cause, it had become far more severe in the last couple of weeks. He hadn't slept the night through in almost a month now – he'd always awaken, shaking and cold, having kicked off all his covers. On rare occasion, he'd even wake up screaming the most bizarre things.

"No – it's not going to happen again! Please, no!"

It was one of these times that brought the situation to Mokuba's attention. He mentioned it first over the breakfast table, between bites of yogurt.

"Nii-sama, who were you yelling to last night?"

So Mokuba had heard. Seto inwardly cringed. He assumed an air of innocent surprise.

"Yelling?"

"Uh-huh. You kept saying you were sorry. I came to your room because I thought I heard my name, but when you seemed asleep I left."

"That is strange."

"Do you think it was a nightmare, Nii-sama?"

"I might have been," Seto replied, looking away. Better his brother not become involved…

"Seto, I think I heard his name, too…" Mokuba said hesitantly. Seto tensed slightly.

"Mokuba, I'd really rather not talk about this," he said firmly, picking up his briefcase.

"If you say so, Nii-sama."

However, Mokuba was not to be so easily dissuaded. It continued likewise the next morning.

"Seto," he started, "Did you have the dream again last night?"

Beginning to realize how futile it was to resist his younger brother's well-meaning efforts, Seto answered.

"Yes, the same one. Did I yell again last night?"

"No, you didn't yell, but you were up for a really long time."

"Did I keep you up?" Seto asked, still trying to avoid the topic he knew was inevitable.

"No, I could have gone back to sleep. But I was worried about you, Nii-sama."

"Thank you for your concern, Mokuba, but I think I'll be okay. It's not too serious."

Mokuba paused momentarily.

"I know you dreamed about Gozaburo, Seto."

Seto stood up quickly.

"Mokuba, you know we don't say that name here!" he shouted, color rising to his cheeks.

"Then that was it!" Mokuba said, ready to go to battle over this if need be. On his feet as well, he stood on his tiptoes to get closer to eye-level with his older brother. "It is serious, Nii-sama! That was almost six years ago and you're still having nightmares! You need to talk to somebody!"

"Those things were unspeakable! Who is there to talk to, anyway?" Seto replied, now whispering sharply under his breath.

"There are plenty of people," Mokuba replied. "Like these people."

Pulling a brochure out of his backpack, Mokuba threw it on the table.

"TCEDV?" Seto read the letters on the glossy brochure out loud, a hint of disdain and uncertainty in his voice. "Teens Dealing with the Effects of Domestic Violence?"

"Yes. The counselor gave them to our class a few weeks ago. You should go to a meeting, Nii-sama."

Seto gave Mokuba a look.

"You know as well as I do how these people operate. I don't want or need their pity," he said softly. Neither brother noticed how late they were running for school.

"That might be true, but you do need to talk to somebody who understands."

Seto's resolve lessened as he realized how earnestly his brother was attempting to help him. Terrible as this idea seemed to be, Mokuba had his best interests at heart. He sighed.

"I'll think about it, Mokuba, but I don't make any promises."


You've Got A Friend – James Taylor

When you're down and troubled
and you need a helping hand
and nothing, whoa nothing is going right.
Close your eyes and think of me
and soon I will be there

To brighten up even your darkest nights.

You just call out my name,
and you know wherever I am
I'll come running, oh yeah baby
to see you again.

Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
all you have to do is call
and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You've got a friend.

If the sky above you
should turn dark and full of clouds
and that old north wind should begin to blow
Keep your head together and call my name out loud
and soon I will be knocking upon your door.

You just call out my name and you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer or fall
all you got to do is call
and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend?
People can be so cold.
They'll hurt you and desert you.
Well they'll take your soul if you let them.

Oh yeah, but don't you let them.

You just call out my name and you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.

Oh, don't you know that,
Winter spring summer or fall,
Hey now, all you've got to do is call.
Lord, I'll be there, yes I will.

You've got a friend.

You've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.

You've got a friend.