A/N: While re-watching the series to get ideas for Aftermath, I realized all the horrible things that happened to everyone on this show. How none of them ended up in a mental hospital is beyond me. This was inspired by a story I read about the gang going into a haunted house and Mokuba having a panic attack. If anyone happens to know the fic I am talking about please let me know so I can give proper credit. This chapter is pretty short, but I've been sitting on it for a week without needed to add to it so enjoy.
Giant hands reached for him, covered in gloves meant to protect the wearer from injury. They wrapped around his throat and squeezed it tight, forcing the air out of his lungs and stopping him from screaming. His vision blurred, a throbbing starting in his head as he began to feel faint. Mercifully, the hand disappeared, and Mokuba fell to his knees as he attempted to catch his breath. A flash of silver appeared in his line of vision, Pegasus's face hovering over him.
" Now then Mokuba, are you going to behave? Or should I have Croquet try to strangle you again?" Mokuba shook his quickly head, still trying to catch his breath.
"Good. Now, I tried to be friendly with you, but you have pushed my patience to its very end. Croquet, throw him in the dungeon until Kaiba-boy shows up."
Mokuba felt an arm grab him, yanking him off the floor with ease. Mokuba closed his eyes, pleading to whoever may be listening.
" Yugi, Joey, someone, please help me. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. I'm sorry for stealing your star chips, for threatening you, and for helping my brother kidnap your grandfather. Please, find me, help me, I beg you." Mokuba felt tears sliding down his cheeks, his mind begging someone to come and save him over and over again. He had tuned out Pegasus and Croquet discussing his fate, until Pegasus's voice finally cut through his thoughts.
" Oh, and Croquet? Have Kemo track him in case he gets loose again. I don't want anyone to get confused on who he belongs too."
"Yes Master Pegasus." Croquet bowed, still holding a dangling Mokuba. The young boy started kicking wildly, hoping to stop whatever the bodyguard was going to do to him. Croquet ignored him, marching through the castle in search of Kemo. He finally found the younger man in the library.
He plopped Mokuba down, and when the young boy made to run, he placed his hand on Mokuba's throat, not squeezing but using the memory of what had happened to keep the young boy in place. Grey eyes looked back and forth between the two men, wondering what was going to happen next. Kemo was staring into the fire, poking at the embers with his stick.
After a moment, he turned towards them, showing Mokuba the white hot poker with a picture of the Millennium Eye on it. Without hesitation, Croquet pulled down Mokuba's shorts and Kemo pressed the poker down on the boy's hip, ignoring the child as he screamed out his brother's name to come save him, then screeched in pain and passed out.
"Too bad Kaiba wasn't here to protect him, so much for brotherly love huh?" Kemo comment, and Croquet just smiled.