I apologize for the previous chapter. I always seem to have a harder time thinking up games for Rebecca… Someday I will go back and rewrite all of her sections. Please, I'm always open for suggestions for these things.

Now, after Kaiba's and Anzu's games, they'll find the Nymphs and finally get the hell out of there XD Enjoy! Remember, this is all inside Kaiba's head now.

Kaiba walked out of the low Japanese-style building and into the warm sunshine, not hesitating to step into a Bender's Pool. Where he was, the Bender's Pool was rectangular and but a foot deep, with a round, three-level fountain bubbling in the center. To his right it dropped off into a waterfall, the sparkling liquid cascading into a deeper section. There were stairs on either side of the fall leading down for those who did not wish to jump. Down below the pool was L-shaped, hugging the tall brown fence as it hooked to the right and grew shallower the further it was from the waterfall.

It was the second to last day of classes, and exams had just ended. Fellow benders were enjoying the release in the Bender's Pool, most of them down below, swimming and splashing and laughing. Kaiba looked back towards the low squat building with the sloping roof he just came out of and blanked. What was he doing here? He didn't recognize this place at all…

But then his brain supplied the information. He was a Waterbender. His parents sent him to this private school. The entirety of the campus was behind him, sprawled out over a few acres. He was a freshman at this school. He was at the top of his class. He was the number one student. The only thing he was second in was in the fighting class, and then he was only just behind Katara.

But wait, who was Katara again? His brain once again suddenly reminded him. She was the young girl with the hair loopies and tan skin and blue eyes. She was a Waterbender as well, very stubborn, and donned water tribe clothing. In the rest of the classes, she was either second or third best.

It was she who appeared now, exiting the building behind him and putting a hand on her hip, smirking. "Tests weren't so bad, now, where they?" she taunted. She had watched him with his performance exam. The teacher always praised his artfulness, but throughout the year begged him to be quicker on his feet, that he didn't need to look pretty in a fight, but fast and powerful. Whereas the teacher adored Katara, for being exactly that – fast and powerful.

Kaiba huffed. "I think I did my water whip quite well, thank you very much." He smirked. "If anything was easy, it was the written exam."

It was Katara's turn to glower. She did not test particularly well and often had to study for long hours to get the coveted high grades on them. "Oh yeah, well let's see your water whip, then."

Kaiba took his stance and, with the desire not to whip anyone, faced the fountain. He picked up some of the water, and in one smooth motion rolled it back and launched it forward. With a satisfying cracking sound, the water slapped against the side of the fountain. He was proud of it, but he heard Katara snigger. He sent an icy glare in her direction.

"The teacher's right," she snickered. "You do try to be so pretty while fighting. Do it more like this." She repeated his motions, but to him it seemed so much cruder and less refined. He didn't want to stoop to that level. He just glared when she proudly stuck her tongue out at him. "A battle is not a dance, y'know." And then Aang pranced from somewhere, and laughing, Katara ran and joined him. The two jumped off the waterfall together.

Scowling, Kaiba walked back towards the building, heading for the shade. One of his teachers came out, and he recognized her as the fighting instructor. She grasped his arm and smiled at him. For some reason the smile seemed plastic to him. "Congratulations!" she said. "You aced your exam. What else can I expect from Seto Kaiba, eh? I'm so proud of you."

Kaiba squeezed out a thanks and excused himself to pack. As he passed through the building to get to the dorm buildings, he suddenly stopped. There was something wrong about this place. It was too bright, the colors too vivid, time seemed to have no rules… He felt as though he was dreaming.

This reality seemed to bend when he started thinking that, almost like it was sticky. It was holding him there. But the thought slipped from his mind, as much as he tried to grasp at it. He had to go pack. His parents were picking him up tomorrow. Everyone was celebrating the end of the school year. He had to pack. He continued on to the dorms.

There were two different dorms – one for each gender. In each dorm, there were four floors, with one assigned to each element. First floor was earth, second was fire, third was water, and fourth was air. There were no elevators. Elevators would have seemed out of place here, though he wished there was one. Nevertheless he trekked upstairs and gathered all his belongings together. His parents were picking him up tomorrow, he had to be ready.

Night came without warning. It barely passed through his thoughts that enough time had passed for the sun to set when the sky turned dark. Strange, he thought. But was it really? He just hadn't been paying attention to the time, that's all. But he wasn't tired at all. So he headed out of his dorm and back to the Bender's Pool. The fountain always soothed him, and that was where he found himself.

He sat there alone for a while. He loved this place, and were it not for his family, he wouldn't have wanted to leave at all. He missed Mokuba, and couldn't wait to just embrace all of them. But this place was like another home, and his heart ached to leave it behind. But he would be here next year…

"Remember where you are," a voice rang out. He jumped. Where did that voice come from? He thought he recognized it. But wait, what did it say? He couldn't remember… Ah, it probably wasn't important. "You've fallen into his trap," reminded the voice. There it was again. "Kaiba!" This was a shout, and he jumped again, his head whipping back and forth to try and find the source of the voice.

"What are you looking for?" came a different voice behind him. He whirled around to face Katara, who stepped into the Bender's Pool to approach him.

"Nothing," he said quickly. "Er, at least, I don't remember… There was… something…"

She came up right in front of him, not even a foot between their bodies. She was so short next to him… "Alright, I'll just assume you're crazy then, and hearing disembodied voices."

He chuckled. "Oh yes, they tell me all the answers to the tests."

Katara fake-pouted. "That explains everything!" she exclaimed, grinning. She looked up. "Aren't the stars beautiful tonight?" He followed her gaze and saw the stars. It almost took his breath away. Thousands upon thousands of tiny, twinkling white lights were scattered across the night sky like a blanket of glitter. He didn't even know that there could be that many stars. After all, he lived in a city now, and you didn't get many stars in a city.

A city? No, he grew up in a suburb, far from a city… why did he think he lived in a city?

He looked back down at Katara. The stars were reflected in her blue eyes. "But they can't hope to match your beauty," he said.

"Shall we be alone?" she suggested, raising one hand. Kaiba, too, raised one hand, and two thick tendrils of water rose, twisting around each other and freezing. The two were inside a tall twisting tower of ice. Despite the ice, though, it was warm. Or was that just his face?

He wrapped his arms around the small of her back, holding her close. As they leaned closer together, the ice suddenly turned and angry red. Fire exploded around them, destroying their frozen tower. They leapt apart and turned to face Aang and Zuko, their faces furious. The Avatar looked even more livid than Zuko.

"Why are you even near him, Katara!" Aang demanded, still in a fighting stance with a fist aimed at Kaiba.

"Sorry, Dad," Katara replied angrily. "I didn't know I wasn't allowed to talk to whoever I wanted. Why do you guys even hate Kaiba that much!"

"I don't trust him," Zuko scowled, his fist also aimed at Kaiba. It took a lot of effort for the male Waterbender to hold his ground and not take a step back. He raised his hands in self-defense.

"Hey now, how about we all just go to bed now?" he suggested, keeping his voice steady. He did not feel like getting burned tonight. "Come tomorrow, you don't have to see me for an entire summer."

A whirl of motions that he didn't quite remember later, he was lying down in his bed. Other male Waterbenders were gently snoring all around him, but he couldn't sleep. There was something… off about where he was right now. And every time he thought about maybe being in a dream, the air became sticky and thick, as if trying to hold him there. Gah! He wished that morning would come sooner.

He must've fallen asleep, for as soon as that wish had passed his mind, the sun was rising above the trees outside the tall fence surrounding the campus. All the students were moving, running out to the entrance to wait for their families to come pick them up.

Family… Kaiba was almost like an Airbender, he jumped out of bed so fast. He didn't run, but he pushed his way past people on the stairs, walking quickly to the entrance. He felt like he hadn't seen his parents in about a decade.

He stopped suddenly, making a person behind him bump into him. The person shouted at him and walked around. Since… when did he have parents? He thought they died a long time ago… and the only parent he remembered well enough had a bad feeling surrounding the thought. He shook his head. No, what was he thinking? His parents were probably waiting for him now, little Mokuba holding his mother's hand. He mustn't keep them waiting. Mother and Father always came early for their sons.

His long legs took him quickly across the campus, and he made it to the front gates in no time at all. There he immediately spotted his family, standing in front of a parked minivan. His knees went weak as he fell into a group hug. His mother's long brown hair was in a low ponytail, her gray eyes twinkling as she hugged her son. His father's black hair was cut short, with dark blue eyes that looked down proudly at his eldest child. Mokuba hugged his big brother as best he could with the ginourmous height difference.

His parents were exactly as he remembered. Sweet and loving, offering him all the opportunities he could possibly want, willing to drive him to and fro to activities and sports. His eyes burned with the unfamiliar threat of tears. Oh, how he missed them. He didn't even realize it. After Mokuba was born, and Mother became so sick… Father was changed for the years before he went away, too.

"Mommy, Daddy, I missed you," he whispered hoarsely, squeezing them tight.

"Son, let's go home," his father said, patting him on the back.

"If you leave with them, you'll never get out." It was that voice again. Kaiba pulled back suddenly, staring at his parents as the scene around him darkened. The clear sky had turned dark gray with heavy rain clouds. They were exactly as he remembered… but that's never how things were in real life. When he went to his great-aunt's house once after two years, an Arabian rug he swore was gold turned out to be scarlet.

Pressure seemed to build all around him, pushing down on his skin. The air became difficult to breath. This wasn't real. His mother died years ago with the birth of Mokuba, and his father only lived with her memory for a few years later, before dying in the night on an overdose of sleeping pills.

"What's wrong, Seto dear?" his mother asked, genuinely worried. How could something so sweet be false? He shook his head. How could he even doubt his own mother's existence?

"They're trying to trick you into staying," continued the voice. It sounded familiar, now that he thought about it… He stood back, looking hard at his parents. But now he couldn't seem to focus on them. They became blurs. The world whirled around him, the colors blending together in one multicolored kaleidoscope. A golden Eye of Horus appeared in front of him and he grabbed at it, quickly becoming sick with the spinning colors.

This place was not real. He did not belong there. He had to get out.

So he lunged for the Eye of Horus. Somehow, deep down, he knew it would help him. His fingers curled around cool metal, and an image flashed in front of him. A familiar tri-colored hair boy, with a smirk. "Remember me?" and then the figure was swept away by the colors. All of the hues blended together and became a blinding white, followed by a deafening silence.

And then like a sonic boom, sounds and color rushed back into his senses. Running water, people talking, fire light, dirt floor. All overwhelmed him as he lurched upwards, gasping as if he hadn't breathed for a year. Anzu, Valon, and Rebecca immediately looked over from where they had gathered together.

Daisuke appeared in his mind's eye, but the image was so strong that it could have been right in front of him. All he did was wink and then disappear in a flash of flame and fire, but he knew the message. Oh yes, he knew what Daisuke was saying, even as choked tears rose to the surface.

He might have gotten out of that mind trap, but it if hadn't been for the man who looked like Yugi, he would have never survived.

Lulz, enjoy the little Katara/Kaiba shipping there? XD Ahahaha, no, I'm not actually going to ship them. This was a dream world, remember. Nothing is SUPPOSED to make sense.

Oh, and he was on the verge of tears at the end because he missed his parents... and I guess he felt kind of hopeless too. Meh :\ not very clear, I know. Hope you enjoyed! And yes, I realize this wasn't entirely a Game. It's... something that appeared in my dream :DDDD (no really, I dreamed it, and I've been wanting to use it...)