The morning had caught up with Seto after a wait that felt three times as long as it probably was. He had been up most of the night, unable to sleep. The reason for that was mainly because he was trying to sleep on a dusty stone floor, after immediately giving up the old cot to Mokuba. He had been leaning against the wall by the door for about half the night. If he had fallen asleep, it couldn't have been for more than an hour.

Finally, the sun shone through a high window, a narrow beam of light reaching his shoes. It barely lit the room. He could now see Mokuba's darkened figure sprawled on the cot. It had taken Mokuba hours to fall asleep, somewhere around the time the dual candles by the door had burned out.

Seto looked up at the darkened ceiling. Of all things, he wondered why those girls had been kidnapped in the first place. One of them had been the girl that took his watch, Liz. What did that janitor creep mean when he said that they were weapons? Maybe it had something to do with that strange-looking gun... But for some reason, he couldn't accept any idea he thought up about those two.

"Seto?" He heard Mokuba roll over on the cot. Talking in his sleep, Seto concluded.

The light moved with the sun, retreating from Seto across the room. It felt like time passed slower than ever. If they weren't supposed to be there, why couldn't they leave? Was this a prison? How could it be a school? Seto observed the room again. The dust and cobwebs obviously meant it hadn't been used in a long time. But still, no school he'd ever heard of had prison-like cells beneath it.

"Seto?" Mokuba asked again, more urgently. Seto froze, once again determining his brother was talking in his sleep.

"Where did you go? You left me there," Mokuba said quietly. Seto watched his brother roll over once again. "Why? That's not fair," the boy whined.

Seto stood up and stretched. His back hurt from sitting in such an awkward position for so long.

"Mokuba, wake up," Seto said, tapping his arm.

"Why?" Mokuba asked, and Seto was unsure whether or not he was sleeping.

However, Mokuba asked the question again, and through the darkness Seto could see he opened an eye slightly. Now that Mokuba was awake, Seto needed to quickly think of his reason for waking him. He wasn't sure why he had done it in the first place. He quickly tried to think of something, but to no avail. "I think you were having a bad dream," he said at last.

"Really? I don't remember," Mokuba said, frowning.

"That's okay," Seto said. "You can go back to sleep if you want."

"Nah, I think I've gotten enough sleep." Mokuba sat up, and Seto wished he could say the same. "I'm sorry for making you sleep on the floor," Mokuba added.

"That was my own choice."

Mokuba stood up and looked out the window where the sun was coming from. "What time do you think it is?" He asked.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure, but I'd guess sometime around 8am."

"Oh." Mokuba continued looking up toward the window. "Why can't we go home?"

"I'm wondering the same thing."

And then the door opened with a creak that made Seto shudder. Had it done that last night? He couldn't remember.

"Hello," the man in the doorway said, straightening his tie. Seto said nothing, only returning his greeting with a cold stare. After a pause, the man said, "tough crowd." He smirked at his own attempt at a joke.

"This isn't a joke," Seto said, rolling his eyes.

"Okay," he said, raising his hands in a gesture for peace. "Anyway, I'm supposed to take you-"

"Somewhere else where we can be locked up, right?" Seto asked, hearing his brother step behind him for some sort of protection.

"Uh, no, actually. I was going to take you guys to get some food... You're hungry, right? Those idiots didn't leave anything here for you."

Seto narrowed his eyes. Should he trust this guy? Should he trust anyone here? After all, he had basically been kidnapped.

"Oh, cut the attitude," the man said, waving an arm, gesturing for the boys to leave with him. "Just come on."

Seto didn't move, and Mokuba followed his lead.

"You gotta at least be thirsty or something, right?" The man sighed, stepping fully inside the room. "What's your problem?" he asked Seto, who continued to silently stare at the man. He didn't look like someone who should be here in this dusty prison-like place. But then again, Seto knew that he and his brother didn't belong in this dusty prison-like place.

"My problem is this place. What else would it be?" Seto replied finally.

The man rolled his eyes. "Right. Because you think you're better than us or something."

"You don't know who I am?"

"Am I supposed to?" He shook his head. "Just... Come on. We can walk and talk."

Seto opened his mouth to speak, but Mokuba replied for him. "That would be great. Sorry, Seto's just stubborn." And with that, Mokuba stepped out from behind his brother to the man in a suit.

On the inside, Seto was whining childishly. That probably had something to do with his lack of sleep. On the outside, however, his expression remained unchanged as he followed Mokuba, who was following the stranger. He left the door wide open as he exited into the hallway once more.

"What exactly is this place, anyway?" Mokuba asked, obviously more comfortable with asking questions than Seto.

"Death City," the man replied, leaning back in his chair. Seto thought the man seemed smug.

"Where's that?" Mokuba asked, sounding disbelieving. What a strange name, Seto thought.

"Not important. Look, you guys will get home soon, I promise. Where are you from?"

"You seriously don't know, do you?" Seto asked.

The man shook his head, a bored expression set on his face.

"I'm Seto Kaiba, owner of Kaiba Corp. I assume you've never heard of that company, though."

"Nope."

"Have you ever heard of Duel Monsters?" Mokuba asked cheerfully. Once again, the answer was no. What kind of place was this?

"You think you're really important, don't you?" The man asked, seeming smug once again. "Fine. I'll see about getting you back home." He stood then, and left the room in which Seto and Mokuba had received their breakfast in. Seto heard him mutter, "You coulda learned something here, too," but pretended not to notice.

Now the Kaiba brothers were the only ones left in the tiny room. It looked like some kind of office. If it had been any other place, Seto would have looked around in attempt to figure out where he was. He didn't, though, because for some reason he didn't think it would help him.

"Do you think we're safe here?" Mokuba asked.

Before Seto could reply, the door opened again. Both boys turned to look toward the noise of the door hitting the wall as it swung open, and in the doorway stood the Thompson sisters.

"What are you doing here?" Liz asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I could ask you the same thing," Seto replied smoothly. What a strange reunion this would be, he thought.

A/N: I suppose I shouldn't tell you guys this, but I have no idea what I'm doing. I hope this chapter isn't too bad. Wait... Two updates in the same month? Yep, maybe updates will get a bit more frequent. :D Thanks for reading!