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A/N: Thanks for reading :) Here's chapter 9 :) Enjoy! –- Razzleteddy

Cry of Echoes

Seto ran swiftly into the main lobby then looked around. He wondered where to go. The place was huge, full of exhibits of all kinds. He wrinkled his brow somewhat and tried to think when someone came up behind him.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Seto turned around and spotted a security guard who approached him quickly. "Ummm…" he shifted his eyes nervously and tried to think of an excuse, "I was just…"

The guard narrowed his eyes and pulled out his nightstick. "You can't break in here! I'm calling the cops!" he turned around about to leave.

Seto panicked, he grabbed hold of his arm, "No, please wait a minute!"

"Get off of me!" The guard turned around then swung his nightstick at him.

Seto caught it in time and pulled it away from the man. "I'm sorry," he hit the guard hard which knocked him unconscious. He didn't want to hurt him but his brother was counting on him and he wasn't going let him stand in his way of Mokuba.

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"Okay, so let me get this straight here." Bakura rubbed his forehead a bit, "Some wacko took Mokuba and now he's forcing Seto to play some stupid game." He inhaled a breath, "And we only have twenty-four hours to do it in." He viewed over to Joey, his face mixed with stunned and fury, "Does that sums it up?"

Joey just nodded a bit, "Yeah," he answered worriedly.

Marik then furrowed his brow lividly. He couldn't believe what he just heard so he sucked in a quick breath, "Yeah, well! He sure picked the wrong people to fuck with!" he replied and feared for Mokuba's safety. With that, they all rushed up to Seto and viewed around in awe mixed with concern.

Suddenly, Joey viewed down to the guard passed out on the floor. He up to Seto who stood over him with a nightstick in his hands, "What the hell happened?" he gave him stern look.

Seto just threw the stick down and hoped he wouldn't make a big deal out this. He wasn't in the mood for an argument. "He was going to call the cops," he ran a nervous hand through his hair. "I mean I had to do something."

"Is he dead? Please don't tell me you've killed him!" Joey viewed the guard once again and hoped that it wasn't true. The last thing they needed was murder on their list of unlawful acts. He drew in a rough breath and looked up to his love completely stunned at the extreme measures he was willing to take.

"Please don't give that look okay." Seto frowned and looked away from his eyes. "I had to do it Joey," he whispered in an unemotional voice.

Marik bent down and slowly checked the guard over before he became a bit relieved. "Relax everyone," he felt a strong pulse with his fingertips. "He's not dead, just knocked out."

Joey felt relieved himself, "We have to call somebody. He looks really hurt."

"No, we can't. Not yet. We have to get the clue first." Seto creased his brow seriously.

"But Seto he-"

"I said not yet." Seto gave him a harsh look.

Joey frowned. He viewed around the place once more. There was no reasoning with him. He rubbed his head, "Where do you think it is then?"

Seto inhaled a breath and rubbed his forehead unsteadily, "I have no idea here." He admitted as he looked around as well then faced them with a serious look. "We gotta split up, look for something out of place." With that, everyone nodded and went on in different directions.

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"Stop!" Mokuba sobbed with a bit of fear which caused Washi to laugh a bit. He then felt the man climbed on top of him and began to stroke his hair once more. After that he felt him soothed his bruised cheek, he flinched and shook his head at the contact, "Don't touch me!" he screamed and pulled at his restraints which caused it to cut his flesh as it bled.

"Oh come now, don't be that way," Washi leered lustfulness and bent own about to kiss him.

Mokuba cringed at his hot breath that came close to his lips. By this, he knew on what he was about to do and thrashed his head from side to side. "NOOO!" he cried out.

"That's enough Washi!"

Washi stopped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He viewed up to Eizo who stood over him with a mad look upon his face. He rutted his brow a bit annoyed that he'd interrupted his fun. "W-What?" he laughed some.

"I said…" Eizo breathed in a deep sigh. "That's enough, leave the kid alone," he moved his eyes on Mokuba and watched him bawl hysterically on the bed. He saddened his eyes for a moment then narrowed them. He moved them back onto Washi.

Washi crunched his brow more annoyed before he stood up from the bed. "What's the matter Eizo?" He crossed his arms with a small sneer. "Going soft on us here?" he got into his face a bit.

Mokuba scooted upward with a sob and trembled in the corner of the bed. He listened to the two men size each other up and gulped, he wondered what was going to happen next, he wished he could see.

Eizo lessened his eyes dangerously at Washi's noticeable threat. "Oh no Washi," he then lined up his face with his. "Don't you even dare go there," he hissed back and heated up his look. "Now, I'm going to tell you this one more time." He moved closer to him, "Leave the kid alone," he warned yet again as he kept his voice even.

Abruptly, Washi backed up away for him when he saw that look in his eyes. He knew what Eizo was capable of because of his history, "Hey, hey now Eizo. I was just fooling here. No need to get hostile okay." He gave him a playful slap then viewed Mokuba with a smirk and watched him quiver in the corner of the bed. "I'll go see if Baiko needs anything anyway so I'll just come back later, with Baiko permission of course." With that, he turned around and left the room. Eizo breathed deeply and watched him go. He then turned his attention to the boy and frowned sadly as he watched him.

Mokuba just sobbed and felt his wrists burn a bit from the handcuffs that chained him there. Then fear and helpless over took him. He had no idea on how to escape his fate and this time his big brother wasn't there to protect him like always. However, he knew that Seto was doing all he could to find him. Suddenly, he felt someone sat down upon the bed. "P-Please, please. D-don't hurt me," he pleaded brokenly with the man.

Eizo saddened his face even more at the sound of the boy's broken voice. The thought didn't even enter his mind. "Oh no child, I'm not like that. I won't harm you." He said softly then lined his brow worriedly at the boy's wounds. "Here, let me clean your wrists a little," he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.

However, Mokuba filched back a bit more at the thought of the person's contact. The thought made him sick, "No, don't touch me!" he tugged on his cut up wrists as he cried fearfully.

Eizo breathed heavily for he knew the boy wasn't going to trust him anytime soon. Hell, why would he? So, he rubbed his forehead a bit with another sigh. "I'm not going to harm you," he repeated again.

Mokuba breathed a shaky breath while he thought that over. He didn't know if he could trust him. Or the other hand, what his true intentions were. All he thought about was home, "Please let go me," he whimpered.

Eizo faced away from the boy with a bit of guilt, "I'm sorry... I can't do that."

"Why?" Mokuba sniffed, "What do you want?"

"I can't answer that for you."

"Well…" Mokuba felt worn out and leaned against the bedpost. "Could you at least tell me your name?" he dared to ask.

Eizo turned to him once more, "Eizo." He smiled a bit, "My name's Eizo."

"Eizo…" Mokuba relaxed a little before he thought of something. "Will that man c-come back?" he shivered at the thought.

Eizo saddened his eyes again without responding for he knew the answer already. He was able to stopped Washi from hurting the kid but Baiko was another story. He shook his head and began to hum a soft tune. He hoped to calm the kid down. Mokuba felt himself grew sleepily as he listened to the man's soft hum and soon enough he fell asleep.

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Baiko leaned in his chair with a grin as he viewed the cameras. "Good he's at the museum. I knew he'd figure that out. Now let's see if he can find the first clue." He rubbed his chin before asked, "How's are little guest doing?"

Washi just snickered, "He's okay boss, Eizo's with him."

Baiko nodded when Toson walked while he ate a bag of chips. "Hey boss, I wanted to ask ya. What do you have against this Kaiba anyway?" He raised a brow, "What your reasons for this?" he asked intriguingly.

Baiko just smiled to himself and stood up from his seat. "You know Toson…" He viewed over to him slowly. "Curiosity killed the cat," he glared at him with his sharp green eyes, "It's my business okay."

Toson gulped hard with a nod a bit sorry he had asked. "S-Sure boss, whatever you say."

"Well then…" Baiko grinned once more. "I should pay Mokuba a little visit," with that he laughed mildly as he left for Mokuba's room.

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