Author's Note:Hey everyone! Sorry this is late but I had no motivation for writing for a while. Suddenly, this morning, the inspiration just hit me and I cranked this chapter out in a couple of hours! Anyway, sorry for the late update. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter~ Thanks to everyone who reviewed, your reviews definitely make my day!

Disclaimer: As always, I do not own YGO. Never have, don't think I ever will.

Chapter 4

How did he manage to do that? Seto stared at his now empty hand, consciously flexing and relaxing his fingers. He was sure he had a good grip on the bastard's shirt so how in the fuck did he slip out of his grasp so easily? That made no sense to him at all. The fabric of his shirt wasn't slippery and Seto had gotten a good fistful of material. They had almost been nose to nose; so close he could feel the other's breath against his lips…Damn! What was he doing?! Any closer and they would have been not just swapping words but saliva as well.

"Disgusting…" he growled, though he wasn't sure if it was about himself or the fact that he let the other male get away so easily.

Whipping around to the other members who were still there, he walked past them, heading straight upstairs. No one else had anything to say. They knew better. It would have been very easy for any of them to go missing if that was what Seto Kaiba wanted. Anything that transpired in Azure stayed in the establishment, almost as if it were a different world altogether.

Upstairs, the sheer opulence that was Azure came into the light. Chandeliers dripped from the ceiling every few feet, basking the hallway in a soft light. Plush carpeting lined the floors down the length, ending in a set of heavy, black double doors. Off to either side sat large mounted paintings worth their weight in gold. Some original, others replicas, since the originals belonged in museums. There were four doors, two on either side of the hallway, which housed smaller meetings rooms, all stocked with everything necessary to make any kind of transaction, business, pleasure, or otherwise.

Seto quickly traversed the corridor and pulled open the double doors. This was the executive room. It was saved only for the owner and his guests. Soundproof, bug-proof and with its own set of security measures in place; hidden cameras, face recognition, fingerprint recognition, retina scans. Anyone who passed through the double doors was photographed and catalogued. No one, except the owner had access to this information.

When Seto had encountered Yami the first time, he had immediately gone to check over footage from the room, just to see if Yami had ever been in the executive room. What he found was…nothing. The previous owner took all of the security footage and done who-knows-what with it. Change of ownership meant nothing. Only the owner was allowed to see what was on those tapes. If the establishment was sold, everything that had to do with the previous owner was taken. It was all to ensure privacy. Without the footage, Seto then went to check the database. If Yami had membership it meant that he was in the database, since a card was required to access any of the meeting rooms.

He had checked the database too and found, again, nothing. It was strange. Why had the previous owner done so much to keep the identity of one man such a secret?

Again, Seto had to shake the thoughts of the leather-wearing, frustration-inducing male out of his head. There were more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.

Five men were dead on his premises. Five men who were not a part of his company. Five men who were able to bypass all the security measures he had put into place. Yet, nothing had been stolen because…well, because they were dead. His team down at the pier was working feverishly doing inventory, checking and double checking to make sure that nothing had been stolen. Every report that had come in was the same: nothing was taken, everything was accounted for in the warehouse.

The brunet strode to the large black desk and took a seat, looking every bit the cold, calculating CEO that he was known to be.

"Tell me what the hell happened."

Yami pulled up to a large gate and pressed the buzzer. Not even waiting for an answer, he said "It's me." There was no want or need for frivolities. He had been given a code zero, which meant there was no time for useless chitchat. He knew what this was about, or at least had a very good idea. He smiled inwardly and knew that Pegasus probably wasn't too happy right about now.

The large gate rolled open, and he sped up the long, winding driveway, pulling up to an obnoxiously large mansion. Scoffing at the sheer size, he killed the motor and slipped off his motorcycle, pulling the helmet off and shaking his head free. Kicking down the kickstand, he hung the helmet on one of the handlebars and walked up to the double doors. There was no need for knocking. Pegasus' right hand man, Croquet, opened the door as soon as he made his way up to the door.

"Mr. Pegasus is waiting for you in his study."

Yami only nodded his head to the gravel-voice henchman/butler as he brushed past him, went past the foyer and up the grand staircase. He had been here enough times and had a very good mental map of the mansion. The mansion was quite the maze, no doubt Pegasus designed it himself. The man certainly loved his mind games.

Without even bothering to knock, Yami pushed open the doors and strolled right in. Pegasus was sitting at his desk, the whole room illuminated with only a few dim bulbs. Even in the dim light, the cascade of silver-white hair spilled around broad shoulders encased in red. The CEO of Industrial Illusions sat rigidly, ever present smirk on his face, not bothered at all by the rather rude intrusion into his sanctuary.

"Yugi-boy," came the drawl that sent shivers up Yami's back. He hated that name, he hated the tone to Pegasus' voice.

"You know that isn't what I'm called, Pegasus." Crimson eyes flashed with a rare moment of anger.

"Whatever do you mean, Yugi-boy. Do you prefer my other name for you, pet?" Yami had to hold himself back from wiping that disgusting smirk off the older male's face, and instead, sat down in one of the large plush chairs facing Pegasus.

"Why did you call me here?" He had an inkling but it was safer just to let Pegasus talk.

"Ah, straight to business as always. I've always like that about you." Pegasus stood up, hands clasped behind his back. He turned to stare out the large window directly behind him.

"Cut the crap and get to the point."

"As you wish, my dark magician," came the sickeningly sweet, yet deadly tone. "I believe you owe me five men."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Tsk tsk, you wanted me to get to the point and yet you're the beating around the proverbial bush. How naughty." Pegasus wheeled around to face the crimson-eyed male. His own eyes narrowed as he stared at the lithe body in front of him, always clad in leather, always a tease. That posture, even as Yami slouched, there was still an air of regality, haughtiness that Pegasus couldn't figure out where it came from. Oh how fun it would be break that arrogance. "Let me tell you, if you want to play dumb. Two nights ago, I sent a squad of my men on reconnaissance on a certain warehouse of a certain blue-eyed CEO we all know and love. I find out early today that none of them were left alive."

"It could have been anyone."

"Oh but I know you, Yugi-boy. I know you would do anything to hurt me. It's because of him…" Pegasus watched for the little twitch that surfaced. "You owe me compensation, Yugi-boy."

"That isn't going to happen."

"Oh well, then I suppose I could ask him, now couldn't I..yes I think he would be simply delicious if I gobbled him up." The only way to crack a façade, to crack any armor was to find a weak point. Pegasus knew Yami's weak point and exploited it well.

"NO! Don't you dare touch him!" Yami was out of his seat, for once, a sense of fear washing over him. He couldn't let that happen. He had to protect him. "I'll..I'll compensate."

Pegasus smirked and walked around the desk, he had him right where he wanted him. Leaning in until they were face to face, Pegasus murmured, "Now that wasn't so hard was it, Yami, is that what you are calling yourself now?" A chuckle. "You know how to make it up to me, don't you? I may look calm but rest assured, I am quite angry with you."

He grasped Yami's chin, tilting it upwards. He saw fear, anger, disgust, hate, spite all swirling around in those beautiful eyes. One could definitely get swallowed up in the depths from staring too long.

"I will destroy you." Yami's quiet voice was still full of resistance, still full of fight. It was how he was raised. The strong survive and he fully intended to fight, to stay alive so he could protect those important to him. This man in front of him, he would take out first the moment he got the chance.

There was the defiance that first attracted Pegasus to Yami. "I await the day, dear boy," he smirked, leaning in, lips latching onto the tender skin of Yami's neck. His hand already moving to slide up the smaller male's shirt, touching the perfectly tan skin, loving the way he caused the shiver that was running through Yami's body.

Yami closed his eyes. This wasn't the first time this was happening and as long as Pegasus held power over him, he was sure it wouldn't be the last. He had to be patient, he had to bide his time and wait for the perfect opportunity. If everything went according to plan, it wouldn't be long.

Yugi….

Seto Kaiba needed to shoot something. Better yet, he needed to shoot someone. He had, arguably, the best security team around. He designed most of the security systems himself, and being a computer genius, it was no easy feat to hack into his systems and shut it down, then program it to restart at a specific time. He was dealing with a professional but he couldn't, no, wouldn't admit there was someone better than him at hacking. No, he was Seto Kaiba.

Two hours of questioning and he was no better off than when they started. All he managed to find out was that the group who broke in had ties to an underground recruiting center. It usually was men, who were desperate for cash, went to be hired for jobs by the underground bosses. Usually they were sent on dangerous missions to infiltrate, engage in conflict with, or spy on another group targeted for elimination. It was dirty business but it was profitable. A man could walk away from a job a quarter million richer, given the right circumstances. With the economy stagnant, many were desperate.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and took in a deep breath. "You are all useless. Unless you tell me something of value, you are all FIRED!" He directed his pointed gaze at the leader of his security group responsible for Pier 4.

"A-Ah…Mr. Kaiba, s-sir…we..we don't know who it was but…we found this…" Reaching into his pocket with a trembling hand, he pulled out something tiny, and gold.

"What is it?" It was too small to be seen from far away, though to Seto it looked like jewelry.

"If I m-may sir…" the man stood up, trying to ignore the tremble in his legs.

Seto beckoned with a lazy hand. Legs crossed, arms crossed, scowl twisting otherwise handsome features, Seto tapped his finger on his arm impatiently. "Move it! I don't have all day!"

A small squeak came from the man who all but sprinted to where Seto sat and held out his hand. In his palm was a small gold stud. It wouldn't have been significant had it not been an odd shape. A circle on top with a cross on the bottom…

Seto took it out of the leader's hand and held it. It was heavy for its size so it definitely was worth a pretty penny. He turned it over in his hand. "It's an earring." Holding it by the stud, he stared at the design. It wasn't anything he'd seen before…or had he. Clasping it in his hand, he startled everyone in the room by standing up. "It was HIM!"

Without saying anything else, he yanked open the door and headed downstairs.

"Yami…"

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