The Third Brother

I couldn't sleep. Today was my birthday, and although we celebrated it one day early, today was my REAL birthdate, and it wasn't how a birthday should be at all, mostly due to the money problem even though I already took care of it.

That was why I was drawing plans on paper.

Yes, Gozaburo was still here, but I barely see him unless he's watching me study. I already showed him that I'm capable of running this company thanks to what happened earlier, but all he knows is that I'm very intelligent.

But plans for what, you might ask?

Plans to kick Gozaburo out of his company. I was seriously tired of all that "education" now.

But for every plan I thought of, none worked.

I crumpled the plan I had just thought of that wouldn't work and placed it to my side. I set my pencil down before leaning away from my desk and sighing. Not only was I tired of the education, but I was literally tired, too.

"Every plan I think of, none work. There's gotta be something I can think of!" I said. I looked at the clock on my desk. It read eleven thirty one.

I spun around in my chair and got up.

"I guess I'll go to bed now. It's pretty late. Maybe I can think of something by the time morning comes." I said. I started getting changed for bed.

Once I finished with that, I laid down on my bed, closed my eyes, and soon, I was asleep.

When I opened my eyes, I was standing in a place that was unfamiliar to me. I noticed that I was older again.

But even though I was older again, something told me I wouldn't be acting any differently.

"Where am I? What is this place?" I said as I looked around a gray void. Due to it being just a gray void, I guess it couldn't even be considered a place.

"I'm so glad you and Mokuba didn't get separated. You've done a good job with protecting him. You've always been there for him, no matter what the situation was. Thank you for being a good big brother and continuing to be a good big brother after I died. You're kind of like a Father to him. I told you we would meet again back in the orphanage, didn't I?" Said a familiar voice from behind me.

I turned around. I didn't want to believe it, but I did.

"Mom?" I said.

"Yes. It's me, Seto." She said as she smiled at me.

Instead of wearing that hospital gown she died in, my Mom was wearing a collared, buttoned up, white long sleeved shirt with horizontal black stripes that looked rather snug on her and black pants, and I also noticed that she was barefoot. Her hair was down and it wasn't messy. Her blue eyes looked as beautiful as they always were.

"Are you two doing okay?" My Mom asked.

"Well, I guess you could say that we're doing okay. Our new Dad isn't great." I replied.

My Mother frowned, but then she smiled.

"I see you two have a new brother. What's he like?"

"He's nice." I said.

My Mother smiled again. She seems to be smiling a lot now that we're talking to each other.

But then again, I am as well. I remember she would smile a lot at home. Maybe Mokuba smiles so much because he gets that from Mom.

"That's good." She said as she walked closer to me. I stepped back.

"It's okay, Seto. It's me, your Mother. Don't worry. You can come closer." My Mom said.