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Chapter 3
Drastic Actions and Bad Memories
A week passed. Kaiba did not move from his computer until it finally overheated after three days of non-stop work. The teen could not be so easily deterred however, and simply switched to the next one after brewing a fresh pot of coffee. His phone was placed permanently off the hook after the first day, to put to a halt unimportant calls such as those from the school requesting his return, Yugi begging him to reconsider his decision to track down Marik, and the police asking him to come down and 'answer a couple of questions' about Mokuba's death.
The only line left open belonged to Kaiba's private cell phone, which he used to hear the progress of the workers he had searching as well. KaibaCorp's game system progress had pretty much hit a standstill, and though Kaiba did not have the time or the interest to look, his name was all over the papers.
Yugi Moto read every article he could find, trying to see if Kaiba had gotten Marik or himself killed yet. Fortunately, it seemed so far to be neither. Not that the papers were that trustworthy, seeing as how somehow word got out that Kaiba had killed Mokuba in an attempt to keep KaibaCorp all to himself and was now in America hiding from the law.
Yugi hoped that Kaiba never read that article, he was afraid of what would happen to the reporter.
On the seventh day, on week after the day all of this began, there was a piece mentioned about a John Doe who's body had just been found outside of Domino City.
He had been wearing a purple robe, as Yugi saw in the gruesome 'after' picture in the article.
The man had been stabbed with a dagger several times and had long, thin cuts all the way across his mutilated face. Yugi shuddered upon seeing it, remembering how Kaiba had carried the bloodstained dagger that had killed Mokuba away with him from the warehouse one week before.
It had to be him. That made two murders that Yugi knew about. The victim was definitely a Rare Hunter, a follower of Marik based on his attire, and likely deserved what he got but . . . it wasn't for Kaiba to give judgment on his sins.
Frankly, Yugi was a bit worried about Kaiba's metal stability. The glint in his eyes the last time they had talked back at school had made him a bit unsure whether he was really sane. The death of Mokuba, his last family member, could have possibly left him unhinged, which would explain his new . . . obsession.
Yugi knew he had two choices.
Find Kaiba before he found Marik and got himself killed, or go to the police and turn the CEO in for murder.
What should he do?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kaiba wiped his blade clean on a once white cloth as he stepped back from his latest source of information. This one had been a brunette woman, no older than twenty-five years old. She'd probably had quite a long life ahead of her.
Too bad she had decided to get herself tangled up with someone like Marik.
Marik.
Kaiba scowled at even thinking the name. He was supposed to e here. His last source had said so, but by the time Kaiba had gotten here he had been long gone, only this single woman left behind. The blue eyed teen had been sure to be more thorough in his questioning this time . . . to dig deeper for his answers.
A cold smirk played over his lips as he thought over his new information. A week had gone by with computer researching bearing absolutely no results, but though he had only spent thirty-six hours hunting Marik's followers he already had a huge lead.
He'd always known it was better to be direct.
Unfortunately, Marik seemed to have mad a big move this time, a jump to even a foreign country . . . well, that wasn't quite right. It wasn't foreign to him. He was heading home, to Egypt. If Marik thought he was going to lose Kaiba in the cross-country hop however, he was severely mistaken. Besides receiving an address of destination from his source, he had gotten an area, a town, and even an address. Also, he'd made quite sure that he wouldn't be being led on a wild goose chase.
Marik's followers . . . they were all so tight-lipped. But a little careful persuasion was always sure to warm them right up.
Now Kaiba had a flight to catch, to the ancient land of sand and blood. He would be leaving that night.
After all, he didn't want to keep Marik waiting.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He went to Kaiba's house that next morning. Someone had to. Someone had to talk some sense into him.
There had been another murder reported in the morning paper. He had struck again, killing a twenty-four year old woman. The death was once more caused by a knife to the heart, but the torture first had been much more brutal.
Perhaps the most horrifying thing to Yugi had been the words 'WHERE IS HE?' cut jaggedly into her arm. That had been truly sick. Kaiba wasn't just after information on Marik anymore, he was having fun getting it.
He needed help.
Joey had come with Yugi to back him up in case there was trouble - they were, after all, visiting the house of a murderer - but found that there was no need. A frightened looking maid answered the door, and informed them that Kaiba was unavailable.
Joey had attempted to barrel through the door to get at him, saying that Kaiba couldn't just blow them off like that, but the maid threw up her hands up to protect herself from the raging blonde and had cried in a thick Irish accent,
"No, no you misunderstand Mr. Wheeler. You cannot speak to Mr. Kaiba because he is not here." The two boys had paused, looking fearful at the idea that Kaiba was out, possibly killing again. Nervously running a hand through her shoulder length, naturally red hair she lowered her voice and continued conspiratorially, "In fact, I'm not sure if he'll even be back at all."
Yugi's eyes widened.
"What do you mean?"
The woman shook her head sadly.
"Mr. Kaiba was deeply affected by his brother's death. It had to be horrible, I can tell by looking at him, and he had to watch it."
Yugi nodded, trying in vain to repress a shudder as the memory came back to him as well.
/"You aren't willing to give up Kaiba Corporation? Is that truly your answer?"
Seto Kaiba struggled against the chains that held him.
"You think that I'd really just hand over my company to filth like you? I must commend you for getting this far along though, surprising for a man with a brain the size of a walnut. Your intelligence, or lack thereof, clearly demonstrated by the very idea that you would believe there is a chance in hell I'd lose KaibaCorp to the likes of you. To put my answer in terms you can hopefully comprehend, yes, that is my final answer.
The robed man crossed his arms, and said in a light voice,
"Alright then, If that is your answer, I guess that I'll just have to take away something else instead."
He clapped once, and immediately a strong-looking man stepped forward, muscled arms wrapped around a raven-haired youth, who was squirming futily against his captor's grip.
"Mokuba!" Seto shouted, his already pale face turning a ghostly white. "Let him go now. This isn't about him." The robed man motioned for Mokuba Kaiba to be dragged out into the center of the room, and replied calmly,
"Doesn't it always come down to those that you love? You chose to keep your company, so you get your brother taken away. That's fair, right?"
The larger man had drawn out a shining dagger, and Seto had frozen. Slowly, in a low voice, he said,
"You wouldn't. I'll kill you, I swear it. If you so much as lay one finger on Mokuba again I will kill you. I will give you the company, as long as you do not harm Mokuba."
The robed man shook his head, and his voice was still sickeningly bright as he responded.
"Well, that's good to know, but I think you still need to be taught a lesson in discipline. If you'd complied at the beginning sweet little Mokuba would never have had to be involved at all."
Mokuba's eyes widened as he took in the four bruised up people chained to the wall.
"Seto?"
The robed man had leaned down, and, casting a glance toward Kaiba that Yugi was sure would have been mocking had his face been visible beneath his hood in Seto's direction, patted the frightened boy on the head.
"Mokuba, your big brother hasn't been very accommodating to us, he has been quite rude, truth be told. You are going to help me teach him a lesson."
Mokuba had glanced to his brother, clearly terrified.
"No way, get away from me you jerks. Let me go!" He struggled against the men's grips, but to no avail. He didn't know how to fight, he had never had to. Seto had always protected him.
"My, it seems that someone has been spending too much time with his brother. You need to be taught a lesson as well." He gestured to the strong armed man, and he held the jagged, gold-handled knife ready. "But unlike for your brother, this lesson will be your last."
Both Kaibas shot into action, ripping against their respective chains, Mokuba shouting, "Seto, help!!", Seto telling them that he would do anything, ANYTHING as long as they didn't hurt Mokuba, the two men laughing at the fear on the CEO's face, the larger man swinging the blade forward, knife impaling the boy in the heart . . ./
"Yuge?"
Yugi shot out of the terrifying memory, and returned his gaze to Joey. The blonde was regarding him with concern evident on his face.
"Yuge, y'ok?" Yugi smiled weakly, nodding his tri-colored head.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Anyway," he looked back to the maid, "you said Kaiba won't be coming back?"
The Irish woman looked worried as well, but nodded slowly.
"He's been gone since early this morning. I'm concerned about him. He's gone out late fer the past two nights, and I'm afraid ta even let meself wonder where he's been. Last night he came back at about midnight, and seemed quite pleased about somethin'. Said he knew where Marik was an' was goin' after him."
"You didn't stop him?"
"Every one of us tried, but he's not one ta be deterred once his minds made up, and we're only his hired help, what can we do? I'm only tellin' ya ' this much because you were there, mind. He needs help. I'm afraid of what Marik might do ta him if he does find 'im, or what he'll do ta Marik."
Yugi nodded slowly. He knew what he had to do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Blue Eyes: That's the next chappie everybody, I hope you enjoyed it!! Next update will be next week . . . if I get any reviews.
Thanks again for all of your reviews!!
Here's the next chapter!!
Chapter 3
Drastic Actions and Bad Memories
A week passed. Kaiba did not move from his computer until it finally overheated after three days of non-stop work. The teen could not be so easily deterred however, and simply switched to the next one after brewing a fresh pot of coffee. His phone was placed permanently off the hook after the first day, to put to a halt unimportant calls such as those from the school requesting his return, Yugi begging him to reconsider his decision to track down Marik, and the police asking him to come down and 'answer a couple of questions' about Mokuba's death.
The only line left open belonged to Kaiba's private cell phone, which he used to hear the progress of the workers he had searching as well. KaibaCorp's game system progress had pretty much hit a standstill, and though Kaiba did not have the time or the interest to look, his name was all over the papers.
Yugi Moto read every article he could find, trying to see if Kaiba had gotten Marik or himself killed yet. Fortunately, it seemed so far to be neither. Not that the papers were that trustworthy, seeing as how somehow word got out that Kaiba had killed Mokuba in an attempt to keep KaibaCorp all to himself and was now in America hiding from the law.
Yugi hoped that Kaiba never read that article, he was afraid of what would happen to the reporter.
On the seventh day, on week after the day all of this began, there was a piece mentioned about a John Doe who's body had just been found outside of Domino City.
He had been wearing a purple robe, as Yugi saw in the gruesome 'after' picture in the article.
The man had been stabbed with a dagger several times and had long, thin cuts all the way across his mutilated face. Yugi shuddered upon seeing it, remembering how Kaiba had carried the bloodstained dagger that had killed Mokuba away with him from the warehouse one week before.
It had to be him. That made two murders that Yugi knew about. The victim was definitely a Rare Hunter, a follower of Marik based on his attire, and likely deserved what he got but . . . it wasn't for Kaiba to give judgment on his sins.
Frankly, Yugi was a bit worried about Kaiba's metal stability. The glint in his eyes the last time they had talked back at school had made him a bit unsure whether he was really sane. The death of Mokuba, his last family member, could have possibly left him unhinged, which would explain his new . . . obsession.
Yugi knew he had two choices.
Find Kaiba before he found Marik and got himself killed, or go to the police and turn the CEO in for murder.
What should he do?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kaiba wiped his blade clean on a once white cloth as he stepped back from his latest source of information. This one had been a brunette woman, no older than twenty-five years old. She'd probably had quite a long life ahead of her.
Too bad she had decided to get herself tangled up with someone like Marik.
Marik.
Kaiba scowled at even thinking the name. He was supposed to e here. His last source had said so, but by the time Kaiba had gotten here he had been long gone, only this single woman left behind. The blue eyed teen had been sure to be more thorough in his questioning this time . . . to dig deeper for his answers.
A cold smirk played over his lips as he thought over his new information. A week had gone by with computer researching bearing absolutely no results, but though he had only spent thirty-six hours hunting Marik's followers he already had a huge lead.
He'd always known it was better to be direct.
Unfortunately, Marik seemed to have mad a big move this time, a jump to even a foreign country . . . well, that wasn't quite right. It wasn't foreign to him. He was heading home, to Egypt. If Marik thought he was going to lose Kaiba in the cross-country hop however, he was severely mistaken. Besides receiving an address of destination from his source, he had gotten an area, a town, and even an address. Also, he'd made quite sure that he wouldn't be being led on a wild goose chase.
Marik's followers . . . they were all so tight-lipped. But a little careful persuasion was always sure to warm them right up.
Now Kaiba had a flight to catch, to the ancient land of sand and blood. He would be leaving that night.
After all, he didn't want to keep Marik waiting.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He went to Kaiba's house that next morning. Someone had to. Someone had to talk some sense into him.
There had been another murder reported in the morning paper. He had struck again, killing a twenty-four year old woman. The death was once more caused by a knife to the heart, but the torture first had been much more brutal.
Perhaps the most horrifying thing to Yugi had been the words 'WHERE IS HE?' cut jaggedly into her arm. That had been truly sick. Kaiba wasn't just after information on Marik anymore, he was having fun getting it.
He needed help.
Joey had come with Yugi to back him up in case there was trouble - they were, after all, visiting the house of a murderer - but found that there was no need. A frightened looking maid answered the door, and informed them that Kaiba was unavailable.
Joey had attempted to barrel through the door to get at him, saying that Kaiba couldn't just blow them off like that, but the maid threw up her hands up to protect herself from the raging blonde and had cried in a thick Irish accent,
"No, no you misunderstand Mr. Wheeler. You cannot speak to Mr. Kaiba because he is not here." The two boys had paused, looking fearful at the idea that Kaiba was out, possibly killing again. Nervously running a hand through her shoulder length, naturally red hair she lowered her voice and continued conspiratorially, "In fact, I'm not sure if he'll even be back at all."
Yugi's eyes widened.
"What do you mean?"
The woman shook her head sadly.
"Mr. Kaiba was deeply affected by his brother's death. It had to be horrible, I can tell by looking at him, and he had to watch it."
Yugi nodded, trying in vain to repress a shudder as the memory came back to him as well.
/"You aren't willing to give up Kaiba Corporation? Is that truly your answer?"
Seto Kaiba struggled against the chains that held him.
"You think that I'd really just hand over my company to filth like you? I must commend you for getting this far along though, surprising for a man with a brain the size of a walnut. Your intelligence, or lack thereof, clearly demonstrated by the very idea that you would believe there is a chance in hell I'd lose KaibaCorp to the likes of you. To put my answer in terms you can hopefully comprehend, yes, that is my final answer.
The robed man crossed his arms, and said in a light voice,
"Alright then, If that is your answer, I guess that I'll just have to take away something else instead."
He clapped once, and immediately a strong-looking man stepped forward, muscled arms wrapped around a raven-haired youth, who was squirming futily against his captor's grip.
"Mokuba!" Seto shouted, his already pale face turning a ghostly white. "Let him go now. This isn't about him." The robed man motioned for Mokuba Kaiba to be dragged out into the center of the room, and replied calmly,
"Doesn't it always come down to those that you love? You chose to keep your company, so you get your brother taken away. That's fair, right?"
The larger man had drawn out a shining dagger, and Seto had frozen. Slowly, in a low voice, he said,
"You wouldn't. I'll kill you, I swear it. If you so much as lay one finger on Mokuba again I will kill you. I will give you the company, as long as you do not harm Mokuba."
The robed man shook his head, and his voice was still sickeningly bright as he responded.
"Well, that's good to know, but I think you still need to be taught a lesson in discipline. If you'd complied at the beginning sweet little Mokuba would never have had to be involved at all."
Mokuba's eyes widened as he took in the four bruised up people chained to the wall.
"Seto?"
The robed man had leaned down, and, casting a glance toward Kaiba that Yugi was sure would have been mocking had his face been visible beneath his hood in Seto's direction, patted the frightened boy on the head.
"Mokuba, your big brother hasn't been very accommodating to us, he has been quite rude, truth be told. You are going to help me teach him a lesson."
Mokuba had glanced to his brother, clearly terrified.
"No way, get away from me you jerks. Let me go!" He struggled against the men's grips, but to no avail. He didn't know how to fight, he had never had to. Seto had always protected him.
"My, it seems that someone has been spending too much time with his brother. You need to be taught a lesson as well." He gestured to the strong armed man, and he held the jagged, gold-handled knife ready. "But unlike for your brother, this lesson will be your last."
Both Kaibas shot into action, ripping against their respective chains, Mokuba shouting, "Seto, help!!", Seto telling them that he would do anything, ANYTHING as long as they didn't hurt Mokuba, the two men laughing at the fear on the CEO's face, the larger man swinging the blade forward, knife impaling the boy in the heart . . ./
"Yuge?"
Yugi shot out of the terrifying memory, and returned his gaze to Joey. The blonde was regarding him with concern evident on his face.
"Yuge, y'ok?" Yugi smiled weakly, nodding his tri-colored head.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Anyway," he looked back to the maid, "you said Kaiba won't be coming back?"
The Irish woman looked worried as well, but nodded slowly.
"He's been gone since early this morning. I'm concerned about him. He's gone out late fer the past two nights, and I'm afraid ta even let meself wonder where he's been. Last night he came back at about midnight, and seemed quite pleased about somethin'. Said he knew where Marik was an' was goin' after him."
"You didn't stop him?"
"Every one of us tried, but he's not one ta be deterred once his minds made up, and we're only his hired help, what can we do? I'm only tellin' ya ' this much because you were there, mind. He needs help. I'm afraid of what Marik might do ta him if he does find 'im, or what he'll do ta Marik."
Yugi nodded slowly. He knew what he had to do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Blue Eyes: That's the next chappie everybody, I hope you enjoyed it!! Next update will be next week . . . if I get any reviews.