A/N: Hello all! Hope you are all well. Thank you for reading and for all of the wonderful reviews. I know this chapter is a bit short, but I hope you enjoy the chapter regardless. I will try to make the next one a bit longer.

Oh for the love of Ra! I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes; an intense stinging sensation forcing me to close them again. I also have the worst headache ever. I know what you are thinking and I swear I didn't have a drop to drink. Honest. I didn't. This is no hangover. I heard an incessant pounding at the door. That must have been what woke me up. What time is it anyway?

"I'm coming," I croaked out; my voice sounding absolutely nothing like what it normally sounds like. My throat was raw and burned something terrible. It felt like I had swallowed gravel and sand paper followed with a chaser consisting of glass shards. Since this is not a hangover, why do I feel so bad? The banging on the door continued; growing louder with each passing second.

"I said, I'm coming! Son of a bitch give me a second to get up!" I do my best to snap; my raw throat turning the statement into a croaking noise. I flung the blankets off of me and tumble off the bed. Great. This is such a great way to wake up. Burning eyes, raging headache, and the worst sore throat I have ever had. Why not add a bruise to the mix? I stumbled over to the door and flung it open. Seto stood on the other side looking like someone had gotten his panties in a twist.

"Where the hell have you been? Do you know what time it is?" He growled at me. I blinked at him.

"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me anyway," I let out a yawn.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon! Not one of the band members have heard from Yugi or you all morning!" Seto glared at me; his eyes locking on mine. Wait..Yugi…where is Yugi? I shrug, he must be in the bathroom or went to get something to eat.

"What's the matter with you, Yami? Are you hung-over?"I really wish Seto would quit snapping at me. It is not helping my headache. Each time he opens his mouth to snap at me, I feel my stomach lurch about; threatening to empty itself all over my manager.

"No, this time I am not, Seto. I'm not sure what's wrong with me," I answer in all honesty, "I just woke up and I have no clue why I feel like shit. I do not want to know what I look like."

He arched an eyebrow and smirked, "At this rate, you would give shit a bad name."

"Fuck you," I growled rolling my eyes. Yami: 15 Seto: 10.

"Atemu!" I turn my head towards the direction I heard my name being called. Marik, Malik, Ryou, and Bakura were running down the hall towards the door.

"Hey guys," I give them a small wave.

"Where is Yugi?" Malik asked around his panting. He stared at me with his mouth hanging open. Seriously..what am I missing this time?

"I don't know. He may have gone down to get something to eat," I respond with a yawn.

"Atemu, he was handcuffed to you! How did you guys get out of those handcuffs?" Bakura approached me and grabbed my right wrist. He twirled it around in his long slim alabaster fingers; tracing the skin. "It wasn't forced. Your skin is perfectly fine. Did you pick the lock?" his dark espresso colored eyes met mine. I could tell he was searching for answers. Answers..that I honestly didn't have. Now that I think of it, I don't remember anything about last night. I remember getting off the plane and getting handcuffed to Yugi. I remember the embarrassing bathroom escapade with Yugi. I even remember his hand brushing my thigh while I used the restroom. The next thing I remember was Yugi and I laying on the bed talking. He was about to tell me what his theory was on why the band handcuffed us together. Everything was blurry from that point onward. I honestly don't remember anything after that. What in the name of Ra happened last night?

"No," I finally respond, "I don't know how to pick locks."

"Yugi sure as hell doesn't know how either. We have been trying to call him all morning. He hasn't answered his phone. That is not like Yugi," Marik folded his arms over his chest, "How did you get out?"

"I honestly don't know!" I turned from the door and beckoned them to follow me into the room. The hallway did not seem to be the best place to have this conversation with the way it was rapidly heading.

"How do you not know?" Bakura asked skeptically.

"Everything about last night is a blank. I remember getting to the hotel room. Yugi and I were laying on the bed and talking..and then…" I stared off into space, trying to remember anything!

"And then what?" Seto prompted.

"And that's it! That is all I remember! Everything after that is blank!" Fuck I feel like I'm going crazy! I began pacing across the room. Where could Yugi have gone? How did he get out of the handcuffs? Why would he leave? Question after question flooded my head. I growled in frustration at my inability to answer any of them.

"Atemu."

I began retracing our steps from the moment Yugi and I walked into the door; trying to jog my memory about what may have happened the night before without success.

"Atemu!" Ryou's called to me. I turned to face him; arching an eyebrow.

"What?" I ask; trying to hide the shakiness in my voice. I had a very bad feeling about this entire situation.

"Did you see that?" Ryou asked.

"Did I see what?" my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"That," he pointed at something leaning up against the lamp on the night stand.

"Nope, never saw it before," I walked over and grabbed the item. It was an envelope with my name written on it. I gulped as I began to read:

Good morning Yami!

Or afternoon. Whichever it may be when you find this letter. I sure hope your head doesn't hurt too bad! Rest assure, it was a necessity.

By now you must be feeling pretty dazed and very confused. That is to be expected considering the gas we used on you in addition to the little fact that a specific band member is now missing without a trace; save for this letter.

You know, I have been watching you for a while now. You have become famous in your endeavors. You use to look very sad and lonely. Not anymore. You have grown very attached to your new band. Especially little Yugi. And to answer the question that I am sure is buzzing around in that little tri-colored noggin of yours; yes, I have taken Yugi.

You should have signed a contract with me instead of Kaiba you spiteful prick. You see, it is your fault that Yugi is gone now. If you would have signed with me, we both would have been happy and rich. You've turned me into nothing but a has-been! No one will sign with me!

Now because of you, Yugi will suffer. Unless, you bring a small fortune to the Port of Mumbai tomorrow. The small fortune of course will be the compensation for the money I lost out on because of you! Because you decided you were going to sign with Kaiba.

I will contact you again with more details later. I hope you have the same email address as when we first met.

Also, do not even think about alerting authorities. If I find out that you so much have dropped a hint to them regarding this matter, I will slit Yugi's throat.

Sincerely,

P

The letter was written in delicate script and had a pink cartoon bunny in the signature field next to the "P". I felt my heart sink. Kidnapped. Yugi had been kidnapped.

"What does it say?" Bakura asked approaching me. The initial shock brought me to my knees. I mindlessly handed the letter to Bakura. He read it aloud for the other to hear. I heard gasps and angry noises coming from each one of them and rightfully so. A member of our band and someone they have known for years was taken from us and held captive for some childish vendetta against me.

"What the hell is this Atemu?" Bakura growled, "Who is this "P" person?!" he snapped angrily.

I rose to my feet; feeling my body tremble with my growing anger. This fucker would NOT get away with this! I ripped the letter from Bakura's hand and crumpled it in my shaking fist. The color red clouded my vision. I spun around and punched a hole in the wall.

"Atemu, what are we going to do?" Ryou whispered.

"We have to get Yugi back," Malik drummed his fingertips against the table in a determined rhythm.

"Are you going to give him money?" Marik questioned.

"Fuck no!" I shouted, "The only thing this asshole is getting is my boot up his ass!"

"Do you have any idea who it might be?" Ryou asked; his head tilting to the side.

"I have a pretty good idea," I growl, "and he will pay for what he has done."