Thursday came swinging in, Seto didn't feel any better. It had almost been two weeks, two weeks ever since he had came to the School of Creation. It felt like a hazy dream that he couldn't escape, a good one to say the least. A dream that was filled with inescapable consequences and a daring desire to leap off into a "Rebellious" stage against his father.

Seto didn't choose to go to school today, it was Thursday, he had felt lazier than before. He laid in his own bed, shivering and cold, and purple eyes shut tightly. His head felt like it was pounding, and his eyes wouldn't deactivate  like they'd usually would. Sub was sitting at his side, a cup of water in his left hand and a damp, cold towel on his right.

"You have a fever," he gave out an exasperated sigh before putting the towel on his pale, burning forehead, "Sorcerers aren't suppose to get fevers, so something might be causing it."

"Or maybe I'm just weak..." Seto had murmured, coughing.

"God, stop putting yourself down, it's like you're only better when that Hybrid is laying right next to you!" Sub said angrily, standing up. He put the cup on the nightstand and grabbed a book. He sat back down in the chair.

"What's that?" Seto asked, trying his best to sit up and open his eyes. He was greeted with a stinging sensation of pain and the sensitive flashing of lights that had blocked his vision. He went to go lay back down, and he kept his eyes shut.

"It's just an old spell book that my mother gave me," Sub whispered. Seto loved his voice, it was the equivalence to silk, but yet coarse and rough. Sub continued to talk, "I don't know the specific root cause of all of this, but I can try to get it out."

"You mean the other voice?" Seto replied, coughing.

"Yeah—I mean it's pretty much the only thing we've got to figure all of this out. I'm going to enter back into your mind once you fall asleep, or once I knock you out."

"Knock me out—?" Seto asked. He was greeted with a firm punch to the left temple on his head, and was now out cold. Sub smirked, the look on Seto's face would be priceless once he would wake up.

"Yes, knocking you out," Sub murmured to himself while flipping through the spell book. He needed to figure out, in a quick demeanor, of how to do this quickly and rationally. From what he could remember, Seto's mind changed from a forest to a library from time to time, it would be difficult if he had woken up and the scenery would have changed. It would be hell, but he needed to do this in order for everything to play out "smoothly."

The handwriting gave him nostalgia. His mother's handwriting was in cursive, like it would normally be, and had been eloquent and neat. Sketch's handwriting was like that, too. He cringed at the remembrance of his own older brother who had passed away centuries prior. Sub shook his head and kept looking for the spell, he needed to focus. Pages upon pages were taunting, almost like it never ended. He hadn't used this spell book in years, he began to worry.

He continued to flip through the pages when suddenly, he found it. There was a single spell on a blank page that his brother had written down before he had died, an important spell that he had used that caused him to pass. Accessing someone's mind, seeing through their perspective, and using that person's power was its own easy thing to do, like a parasite on skin, but going into their mind, using your own consciousness and your own power was something else. It would cause the contract to split for a brief moment, but it would be okay, Seto wasn't awake. He took a gaze at the brunet one more time and took a deep breath.

"Stay calm, okay?" He murmured, his eyes glowing a brighter shade of green as he began to cast the spell. The ground shook violently, but Sub managed to stay calm. He focused, he continued to focus when he felt his sensations numbing and his world fading to black. He gulped, his hands visibly shaking as the world came to and end—a pause actually. He didn't know where he was, but at the same time he did know. He stopped casting the spell at point.

His surroundings were dozens and dozens of rows of bookshelves, each filled with their own different shades of colors and books. They were blank on their covers and spines, they weren't labeled as anything. Sub had assumed it was Seto's memories, each minute of his life and thoughts scribbled down on a booklet. He didn't dare to go near them, one abrupt change could possibly mean the end of Seto—amnesia, or a possible brainwashing. The Headmaster would have loved to access this. Sub clenched his fist as he began to walk around.

It was calm, quiet, almost surreal to the point where if he tried to convince himself that this wasn't Seto's mind, he possibly could. It wasn't chaotic, and it wasn't filled with despair, it was a library—something that was suppose to be calming and orderly. From what he could see, there was nothing ahead of him besides more rows of bookshelves. He was about to turn back to the center of the library when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He immediately tensed up.

"Hello," the voice snickered. It was light and feathery like his, yet something was different. Sub slowly turned around to be greeted with a silver haired male with piercing red eyes.

He wore a cloak that downed past his knees, it was black and aligned with gray. His shirt was a plan white shirt that was tucked in, and he worn a belt with black jeans that were not baggy. He wore fingerless black gloves on each of his hands and black shoes. His hair was silver, as Sub mentioned before, and he had a fringe sweeping over one of his dazzling red eyes. He had a smirk planted on his face, and he was obviously the taller one between them. Sub gulped, backing up a bit.

"Don't be afraid," he signed to Sub.

"I'm taking you out," Sub signed back, nervously gripping the blindfold on his wrist. He was hesitant to pull it off.

"On what? A date?" The other male gave out a small cackle, it made Sub's heart flutter a bit, but he needed to stay focused. The Headmaster must have implemented him in Seto's brain somehow, so there must be a way to get him out.

"I'm taking you out of here and into the real world." Sub put it simply as that.

"I highly doubt that," the male smirked, "you think, out of the both of us; that you, such a tiny, scrawny male, can beat me? I highly doubt it."

Sub gulped. Of course, something implemented by the Headmaster would be as powerful, possibly even more powerful than himself to say the least. He quickly grabbed onto the male's wrist, casting the spell as fast as he could. Oddly, the male didn't fight back, he just simply hummed—did he expect this or was he just teasing Sub? This was much simpler than he thought it would be—almost too fast and too simple.

"You're going to regret this," was the last thing he heard from the male before his world faded back to black.

***

Seto's eyes fluttered open, the cold towel still on his head and the covers practically burying him alive. He felt a beating pain towards his left temple. He traced his hand against it, feeling a large bump. He felt his stomach lunge foreword in an uneasiness. Seto raced towards the bathroom, gazed at his reflection in the mirror, and saw an ugly bruise. It was purple and black, highly noticeable as well. The veins were all right red, and there was dried blood around it. Seto scrunched his nose as he strolled back towards his bed.

It was the first time he noticed that his own headache was gone, as well as some of his power. He didn't feel necessarily weak, he felt average—normal perhaps. It wouldn't be much of a difference in power, anyway, he still had Sub alongside him. Speaking of Sub, it was the first time he noticed that the green eyed male was gone from the chair and sprawled out on the floor, unconscious. Seto squinted his eyes, was he just seeing things or was Sub actually unconscious?

"What the hell...?" Seto murmured as he strolled towards the other.

"What the hell indeed," a voice sneered from behind him. Seto was quick to turn around and back up, but ended up tripping on Sub's body. He was now on the floor, awkwardly looking up to a taller, slender figure that was in his house.

"How did you g-get in here!" Seto stuttered, activating his Sorcery to make a purple bubble to surround himself, and Sub, in.

"Put down the bubble, I'm not going to hurt you." The slender figure said. "I'm simply someone you've known for your whole life, ever since birth."

It was at this time Seto began to think. He didn't down the shield, but he thought clearly for the first time in years. His fever and migraine were gone—his fever and migraine were gone. His purple eyes looked up in realization, the realization in which why Sub had knocked him out in the first place. The realization why Sub would hold a spell book in his hands. The realization why Sub was sprawled out on the floor and laying unconscious. The realization of why this male was standing in his house.

"It's all making sense to you now, isn't it?" He chuckled darkly. He reached out, his hand easily going through the bubble. Seto backed up, heart pounding out of his chest.

"Don't act like you don't know who I am, Harvey." The male continued strolling foreword as Seto backed up. He eventually bumped into a plain, white wall that he didn't choose to decorate. He clutched his jeans as his heart continued to pound out of his chest like a marching band.

Seto was thankful that he was out of his mind, he could make decisions that wouldn't be threatening to his sanity. Yet, he sat there on the ground, shaking like a child, for as he did not know what that male standing in front of him was capable of. He did not know if this male would act the same as he did in his mind, and he did not know how much power he has. He does not know if he has contact with his father, the Headmaster, and he does not know if he was against the rebellion or not. All these possibilities made his head spin, the pain was worse than the beating, bruised temple on the left side of his head.

Now he knew how Zek felt—the male who was desperate to figure out everything about the truth. But, now wasn't the time to think about that, it was now the time to fight or flee. Seto sat there, frozen like a deer in headlights.

It was completely silent, both didn't make any moves. Seto gritted his teeth, breaking the silence as he gathered his own courage to speak, "Who are you, truly?"

The male ahead of him smirked as he flicked his fringe away from his other eye, revealing a pale purple eye that was mixed in red. Seto's eyes widened, deep in thought as well as fear. He held his breath, waiting for something to happen—some hit to land on his face.

"I am Experiment Insanity 5m, subject name Ethan 5m."