Hi guys! [and girls] I'm back! I've had the idea for a sequel in my head for a while now, but I couldn't think of how to start it. So this is the sequel to my first fanfiction story, 'Another Chance'. Hope you enjoy! Pairings: All canon, plus some Seth x Kisara[Mizushipping], 'cause we all know it should've happened in the show! *wink* T for some violent scenes and language. Don't worry, though. It won't be anything worse than the 'h' word. Anyhoo, on with the story!

Brothers In Time, a YuGiOh! fanfic by Tsunami Storm

Chapter 1: Captured

Seto Kaiba was at his desk at Kaibacorp., working on a new project on his laptop. It was around 11:30 at night, and he still had much to accomplish before he could go home and rest. Suddenly the telephone on his desk rang, and he sighed and picked up the receiver. "Kaiba." He spoke into the mouthpiece.

"Nii-sama, do you always have to answer the phone like that? You could just say 'hello', y'know." came a small and slightly annoyed voice from the other end of the line. Seto smirked slightly and answered, "I answer like that because 'hello' doesn't tell you who's on the other end quickly enough. What are you doing up this late anyway, Mokuba?"

"I couldn't sleep. When are you gonna be home, Nii-sama?"

"Probably late. I've got a lot of work to do. And before you ask, no, it can't wait 'til tomorrow." He heard an exasperated sigh come through the speaker, and he rolled his eyes. "I'll be home as soon as I finish, Mokuba. Just go back to bed and try to sleep. You have school tomorrow, remember?"

"Oh fine. I'll try, I guess. Oh! I just remembered! There was another reason that I called you, Seto. I thought I heard something outside. It could just be an animal or something, but I wanted to call you to let you know."

Seto started to worry at his brother's words. He answered carefully so as not to alarm the boy, "I doubt it, Mokuba. There is an invisible fence all around our property to keep animals out. I'm not sure what you heard, but talk to Roland anyway. He'll make sure you're safe." Isono Roland- Seto Kaiba's head of security- had insisted on staying at the mansion ever since his employer's 'accident' a few months previously. One of his former associates- Kemo Saruwatari- had attempted to murder the young CEO for allegedly ruining his life. The incident had left Seto in a deep coma for about two and a half months and had almost cost him his life.

"Okay Seto. I'll see you tomorrow." A suddenly sleepy voice answered. Seto smiled.

"Yeah. Sleep well, kiddo. Good night." He answered.

"Good- AAAHHH!" Scuffling sounds could be heard in the background.

"Mokuba? MOKUBA!" Nothing. No reply came. Seto tried to hear what was going on, but everything was quiet. After a minute he heard faint footsteps in the background.

"Hello, Kaiba. It's been a while." came a vaguely familiar voice from the other side of the connection.

"You sick, twisted monster! What have you done with my brother?" Seto shouted, fear for his sibling clouding his eyes. Seth was supposed to be home to look after him! Why didn't he come and help?

"Don't worry, my friend. He's safe- for now. However, if you wish him to stay that way, I need you to do something for me." The strangely familiar voice laughed evilly.

"I don't give in to the demands of psychopaths." Seto growled.

An evil chuckle followed this statement. "Ah, well. That's too bad then, isn't it? If I don't get what I need- who knows what could happen to young Mokuba here-"

Seto Kaiba sighed in defeat, his concern for his brother overwhelming his desire to be strong. "Fine! Have it your way!" He answered. "Just don't hurt him! What do you want?"

"Oh, I'm not asking for much. Just some information and tech from Kaibacorp. Plus a few funds for certain- expenses. I'm sure you know what I mean." Seto could almost hear the grin in his voice.

"Just give it to me straight, you psychotic monster. What do you want?" He threatened.

"Well I'm not sure I like that tone of yours, Kaiba. You want to be careful. Mokuba's life is in my hands now. As for my demands, I would like you to bring ten million dollars- along with all your latest developments in robot technology to me- within forty-eight hours. If you don't show up- well, I think your family has suffered too many losses already, don't you? It would be tragic to lose another."

Seto was nearly hyperventilating by this point, his fear for his brother's life was so great. Through sheer strength of will, he was able to keep his voice steady at least. "All right. I'll do it. Where do you want me to meet you?"

"Ah, I see you've decided to cooperate, Kaiba. Well I thought we could play a little game. If you find me within a day, then I will return your brother unharmed. However, for every hour that passes the twenty-four hour mark, your brother will feel the pain of your failure."

"Wait! If you don't tell me where you are, how am I supposed to find you?" Seto cried.

He could hear the kidnapper's smirk switch to a frown. "You're supposed to be the genius, Seto. You figure it out!" Click. The line went dead, and all Seto could hear was the dial tone. He exhaled sharply in exasperation, not liking that the kidnapper had called him by his given name. He then set the desk phone back in its holder, grabbed his briefcase and jacket, then sprinted out the door to his office and to the elevator, slamming the lobby button as he dashed inside. Once in the lobby, he ran to the doors and flung them open, then ran as fast as possible to the nearby parking garage. Once there, he dove into his red Ferrari, jammed in the key and started the vehicle. He arrived at the Kaiba mansion in record time, not even bothering to close the garage door. The staff would take care of it. That is, if any remained in his employ after what had happened tonight. He ran to Mokuba's room first, just in case of the tiny possibility that this was only a terrible nightmare. When he found it empty, he sighed. So much for that theory. He exited the room and turned to the room across the hall, Seth's bedroom and study.

When he entered the room, he felt like he'd been transported to ancient Egypt. Seth had papered the walls of the bedroom with various drawings of hieroglyphs and had left a space above his desk. This place of honor was reserved for a large painting of a white dragon with blue eyes. Seto almost smiled, knowing how his double felt about Kisara- Seto's soon-to-be sister-in-law. A large bookcase stood between the desk and the closet, filled with various copies of scrolls, books, pamphlets and other liturgical materials. On the desk rested a sheet of parchment and a small reed pen next to it. Seto smirked and shook his head at his yami's old-fashioned methods. This is the twenty-first century, Seth, not 3000 B.C. Stop living in the past. Mokuba and Noah had been helping Seth and Kisara adjust to living in this modern age, and- so far- both were proving to be quick learners.

Leaving the room, Seto crossed the hall to his office/bedroom. Upon reaching the door, he began to see signs of the struggle that had occurred not half an hour before. There were dents in the wall, and something that looked horribly like blood was splattered on the ceiling. Seto could only pray that it was not Mokuba's. Looking down at the floor, he gasped. Seth was lying on the floor, apparently unconscious. Seto tried shaking him gently to wake him up, and after a minute he came to. Seth groaned slightly as he sat up, putting a hand gently on the side of his head and rubbing it. He spotted Seto and exclaimed, "Hikari! He's taken Mokuba! You must hurry! We have to- Why am I on the floor?"

Seto looked at him carefully, trying his best to control his emotions for the moment. "Mokuba's gone, and so is the monster who took him. I'm guessing he knocked you out, and it seems he hit you pretty hard- judging by the size of that bump on your head. Do you remember anything?" He finished, looking at the man who could be his twin brother.

Seth slowly shook his head. "My sincerest apologies, hikari. The last thing I remember is Mokuba's scream and running to your office. After that it is still blank." He bowed his head in shame, knowing that he had failed to do as he had been charged. He had failed to keep young Mokuba safe, and now he would accept the consequences. Seto turned to get a bag of ice from the kitchen when Seth added, "Wait. I think I do recall something more. I caught a glimpse of the assailant. I did not see his face, but darkness surrounded his being like a shroud. From what I could tell, his skin was as dark as mine- or very nearly so. He wore dark clothing, and had- wild, white-gold hair that was shaped into spikes-" Seth stopped suddenly, as Seto had gasped in shock at that moment. Seto stood up and grabbed his cell phone from his inside jacket pocket and dialed a quick number. He put the device to his ear and walked out of the room, leaving a still-confused Seth sitting on the floor. "This is the Cairo Historical Museum, my name is Amy. How may I help you?" came the greeting after three rings.

"This is Seto Kaiba. I need to speak to Mr. Malik Ishtar."

"All right, Mr. Kaiba. One moment please." The clacking of keys could be heard as the receptionist typed on the keyboard. "I'm sorry Mr. Kaiba, but Mr. Ishtar is currently in a meeting. However, I think they are just about finished. May I put you on hold until they are through, and have Mr. Ishtar call you back?"

Seto huffed. "Fine. But I can't wait too long. If he's not out of there within ten minutes, he's going to have a lot of complaints to deal with." After he was done speaking, he half-listened to the pre-recorded hold messages. He descended the staircase to the ground floor of the mansion, then walked to the kitchen, opened the freezer door and grabbed the bag of ice that was sitting on one of the shelves. Closing the door, he returned to his office and threw the bag to his yami- who caught it reflexively. "Put it on your head, it'll reduce the swelling." Seth nodded his thanks and comprehension, then gently put the bag against the side of his head. Immediately the pain began to recede. Ah, the miracles of solid, frozen water, or- as Mokuba and Noah called it- ice.

Seth looked up at his hikari, who was leaning against his desk- still listening to the recordings. Seth glanced around the room and raised a surprised eyebrow at the spots of blood on the ceiling. Like Seto, he too hoped that the blood belonged to the assailant and not to his youngest brother. He quickly reached for the magic within him and performed a quick sweep of the mansion, checking to see if anything else was wrong. Suddenly he gasped. "Seto! The Millennium Rod! It's-"

"Gone. I know. I figured he might take it. It makes sense that he would." Seto interrupted grimly. His worry about this whole situation had skyrocketed, and he was having a hard time keeping a calm exterior mask over his barely concealed emotions. However, one small part of him felt relief. At least Noah and Kisara were unharmed by all of this. Kisara had spent the whole day with the girls. Téa had mentioned something about a 'shopping spree' this morning, but Seto hadn't been paying much attention. Kisara had called late in the afternoon to tell him that she would be spending the night with Téa, as it was very late by the time they had finished shopping.

Noah had spent the day and night at Yugi's place, trying to make up for his disastrous first meeting with everyone. Seto smirked at the memory. Apparently Mahaad and Mana still remembered everything that had happened when they were known as the Black Magicians. Mahaad had recognized Noah as still being their enemy, and had overreacted and almost attacked the confused boy. Luckily Atem had stepped in and explained the situation before anyone was hurt, but it had been a very close call.

Suddenly Seto's phone vibrated once, and he returned the device to his ear, saying, "It's about time, Malik." distinctly annoyed at having had to wait so long.

"Sorry, Kaiba. I was in an important meeting. One of the downsides of discovering a five-thousand-year-old temple to a dragon. What do you need?" [Yep, same temple from 'Another Chance' and 'Dark Magic Destiny'.]

The tone was polite, but Seto could detect a hint of weariness in the other young man's voice and knew that he hadn't enjoyed the meeting one bit. This next bit of information wasn't going to make his day any easier, either.

"I was just wondering if you had any idea how your insane dark half got out of Duat."

End of chapter 1

Next chapter teaser: Confusion

Whoa! Now he's back? Uh-oh! This doth not bode well, methinks.

Yeah, Mokuba's been kidnapped for the umpteenth time. Again. I know, it's getting a little old.

Thanks to Araghast for telling me what kind of car Seto has. And for helping me with Marik. My own attempt was rather pitiful.

Constructive Criticism/Suggestions are greatly appreciated,

Glowing reviews are even better!

But flames will be tossed in the fireplace where they belong.

See you next chapter!

God Bless!

Tsunami Storm