Five chapters ago, this was going to be a one chapter fic, but expanded as I found myself unable to think of an ending, and later found myself enjoying what I was writing, mostly because it wasn't done in script format, and if I don't have anything random to say, I can actually get away with it by inserting a serious scene until some new stupid thought comes to mind. Now, if I could only delete the romance part of the romance story, it would be perfect. Too bad it would just go under boring humour... well, whatever. Enjoy reading the fifth installment of this story (I forgot what i called it... -_-;)

Chapter 5

Mokuba was hanging out over at an ice cream booth with Ryou and Yugi. At the moment, he was sampling his favorite flavour, chocolate with pounded peanut butter cups. Ryou was treating him for being such a good little boy, and Yugi was there because he was his 'Shoots and Ladders' buddy. Of course, Yugi used to always beat him, but Mokuba had turned the tables by buying a fixed pair of dice. Let's see who's be winning now.

"Is your ice cream any good?" Ryou asked him, taking his mind off of how he'd somehow rig a deck of cards to beat Yugi at poker with.

"Yeah, it's great!" Mokuba replied giddly. Being ten or so, he was allowed to act like a school girl, even though if he kept it up when he got to be older, he'd be giving out a few too many gay vibes to everyone who came within a football field's distance of him. Once again, he's a kid, so no, he's not gay, he's just being little boy-like.

"That's good," Ryou replied, and went back to his own ice cream cone. Then, a loud scream was heard. Yugi's ice cream had fallen off the cone and onto his new pair of shoes.

"Oh no! My precious shoes," Yugi squealed in agony. He then told Ryou and Mokuba that he'd be going to the bathroom in hopes that the water from the sink would revive his lovely bargain sneakers. So Ryou and Mokuba were left there eating their ice cream. Then Ryou got an idea.

"Hey, how about going to sit down some place?" It was logical, sitting down in order to relieve ones legs from tiredness (I'm obviously bored if I'm writing down the reasons behind sitting). So they walked over to a bench and sat... and ate ice cream.

It wasn't too much later that Bakura came walking up to them. Of course, he had his own devious plans being set into motion, mostly having to do with Mokuba, handcuffs, and a bar of soap(?).

"Hey there Mokuba, could I talk to you for a moment?"

Ryou stood up first, though, suspicious of his Yami's intentions. "You aren't planning anything good for him, are you."

"What are you talking about? My thoughts are of the purest intentions." Bakura gave him a saintly smile.

"I don't know. The last time you asked to talk to someone for a moment, they had been hog tied, gutted, and different appendages were strewn about."

"Well that delivery boy shouldn't have made fun of my sweater," Bakura said indignantly. "Besides, I have different things in store for dear, sweet Mokuba."

Mokuba hid behind Ryou. "I don't want to go," he squeaked as images of gruesome delivery boys clouded his thoughts. Bakura grew tired of this insubordination quickly, but still had ways of convincing his new figure of amusement.

"Come with me and I'll give you a piece of candy."

At hearing those words, Mokuba skipped happily over to Bakura, and they began to walk off, leaving Ryou standing at the bench.

Meanwhile, Kaiba and Malik had searched all over for the kid. Where could he possibly be? It was while looking that they saw a very gloomy Yugi staggering by. Kaiba grabbed Yugi, thinking he might know where Mokuba was.

"Yugi, have you seen my little brother anywhere?" He asked urgently. Yugi shook his head.

"The last I saw him, he was with Ryou. I'm not sure where they went, though."

Kaiba nodded and then walked off, Malik dragging at his heels. Finally, they found Ryou sitting on the park bench, looking miserable.

"Ryou, where's Mokuba?" Malik asked him, seeing that Mokuba was nowhere in sight.

"Bakura came and took him," Ryou replied, not looking up at either of them. He figured that Bakura was up to no good, and he had let Mokuba go with him without doing anything. Of course, his feelings wouldn't gain him pity. Kaiba was pissed, and he grabbed Ryou by the shirt collar.

"You let him take Mokuba?!" He yelled in his face, "You had better have a good reason why! You know exactly how Bakura is!"

"I don't have one," Bakura said an almost inaudible voice. Kaiba had every right to be mad at him, considering he had basically handed Mokuba over to some whacko who was probably eating his intestines at that very moment out of having nothing better to do.

Kaiba smacked him across the face. "Tell me where they went right now!"

"I don't know."

"URGH!! You're so useless! All your good for is cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, working, and paying bills!"

"... and knitting."

"Okay, yes, I'll admit that the afghan you made was simply lovely, but right now there's a tad more at stake," Kaiba said, seeming to have calmed down a bit. "Do you have any idea where he would have taken Mokuba?"

"Probably the apartment. He doesn't have anywhere else to go."

It was a no shit answer. Kaiba let go of Ryou and he and Malik headed back to the apartment. Ryou went with them, feeling responsible for what had happened. When they arrived at the apartment, Mokuba was sitting on the couch eating a jam sandwich while Bakura drew another mural on the wall. Ryou rushed over to where Mokuba sat.

"Mokuba, are you alright?!" He asked totally concerned.

Mokuba nodded. "Fine, why?"

Kaiba looked over at Bakura. "What did you do to him?"

"Well, originally I had the intention of making a Mokuba sandwich, but the other piece of bread was missing, so I dropped the idea."

"Okay... don't go near my little brother again."

"No problem. I've noticed someone else far more sexy than he."

"Who is it this time?"

"Honda."

"NOW THAT IS INSULTING TO THE WHOLE KAIBA FAMILY!!!" Kaiba screamed as Bakura finished the newest part of his mural, depicting a stick Mokuba playing with a bouncy ball in the middle of a busy street. He didn't pay much to Kaiba's rants about how terribly sexy his whole family lineage was and the ever agreeing Malik in the background. He was too busy now plotting his newest scheme in getting what he wanted, but then realized that he'd have to be on drugs in he were to be chasing after Honda, so he scrapped the idea and came up with a better one. He then walked off to the other room, where he was to chart out his plans, away from public ear.

Malik was happy that Kaiba found his brother safe and undefiled, but thought it kind of sucked that now he wouldn't get the chance for a while to get at his sugar pie, not wanting to traumatize Mokuba at the same time and all. Ryou was also glad that Mokuba had been found untouched, because now he wouldn't need to take the blame for any wrong doing.

Kaiba walked over to the sliding glass door, and motioned to Malik to follow him. Malik's heart raced as he walked out onto the balcony once more with Kaiba next to him.

To be continued...

One more chapter down. I'm not sure how long this whole thing is going to be, but I do know that there will most definitely be seven of them, at least. If this is a good or a bad thing, I don't know, but if you've read this far without problem, then I'm sure it shouldn't be too bad. This chapter, though, came out to be more serious than I had hoped. Then again, it figures since it's 9:20 at night, I have a paper due tomorrow, and I haven't started on it yet. I guess I might as well get that done with. Later.