There was nothing but pain to be felt, his vision was blurry and a low laugh was all that could be heard. The pounding ache in his head was telling him to lie back down but Seto rose anyway trying his best to ignore the pounding in his head.

"W-what happened?"

Seto couldn't remember a thing, and then slowly memories of that weird voice started to fill his mind. Seto's eyes widened when he remembered exactly what happened his heart filled with worry for Mokuba…if something happened to him he'd never forgive himself. Seto quickly got up and started to make his way to Mokuba's room but it wasn't an easy task due to the fact that his vision was still a bit blurry.

As Seto was carefully walking down the hall he tripped over the small statue that should've been in the entrance way, then Seto noticed that there was a note attached to it. Seto pulled the note off and began to read it.

I've decided against killing you tonight…

I figured it would be more fun to play with you a little first

Don't get too comfortable though

Because I'll back sooner than you might expect

P.S. See if you can find my little surprise before little Mokuba does

"Surprise…?"

Seto didn't like the sounds of that, but then he started to wonder why this statue was here in the first place, he titled his had a little so he could have a glance at downstairs. But when he looked he didn't like what he saw. Everything was destroyed; there was writing on the walls that mysteriously looked like his handwriting, and garbage everywhere.

"…#$%&&"

Seto sat there in disbelief for about five minutes until this sunk in completely. There was no way he'd be able to clean this all up before Mokuba got up…but maybe he could get some cleaned up. As Seto was running around like a madman trying to clean up he sliced his hand open on a piece of glass and accidentally smeared it on the wall.

Mokuba was laying in bed when he heard rustling downstairs he knew it was Seto probably getting ready to go to work. Mokuba decided that he wanted to say goodbye to Seto before he left. So he quietly walked down the hall. When he reached the stairs he saw the destroyed entrance he looked over and in the middle of the mess stood Seto with a bloody hand beside a wall smeared with blood.

"S-seto?"

Seto's eyes widened at the sound of Mokuba's voice, he slowly turned around only to see fearful grey eyes. How on earth could he explain this too him? Mokuba was not a superstitious person so he would never believe that a "voice" had done this.

"Mokuba I-"

Mokuba backed up a bit, first Seto was running down the halls thinking he'd hard the phone now he cutting himself and destroying things.

"Why? Seto, why did you do this?"

"I-I have to go"

Seto was unable to think of an explanation for Mokuba, so he thought it would probably be best to just leave and give Mokuba a little bit of time to recover. Logically Seto went to the only place he felt welcome at the moment Kaiba Corp.

After about twenty minutes of walking Seto finally made it to Kaiba Corp, but as soon as he walked through the door he wasn't welcomed with a pleasant sight. His company was in no better condition than his mansion, which meant that the "voice" had been and destroyed here too. Seto was once again left in a predicament because all of his employees would be here within five minutes.

"&&#$$#(&&%#&%&&%#%#$(&%%###&))(&%%"

Let's just say that Seto knows a lot of very colourful words for situations like this. Before Seto could even start to clean up a bit Mokuba and some employees walked in the door. They all looked at Seto in horror, at the mess that surrounded the young CEO.

"S-seto why are you destroying everything?"

Mokuba asked, with evident fear in his voice. Seto looked over at Mokuba with sad eyes; there was no way he'd be able to explain this to anyone. He took a step closer to Mokuba, and Mokuba quickly stepped back. This confirmed Seto's fears…his little brother was afraid of him, everyone was waiting for an explanation he had to say something so he said the first thing that came to mind.

"I…I didn't destroy anything"

As Seto suspected everyone looked at him like he was crazy, they were all thinking Seto was the only one here so who else could've done it? Seto hung his head…now what was going to happen?

Mokuba looked over the few employees that were present as if asking them what he should do; the employees shrugged truly not knowing what could be done besides throwing the young CEO in the loony bin. But that was the answer Mokuba was afraid of…he didn't want to do that to Seto but it seemed like the only option.

"I'm sorry Seto…"

Mokuba whispered only loud enough for Seto to hear, Mokuba watched sadly as two men came and took Seto away.

Seto sat in his "room" even though it was like a cell in the mental institution, he glanced around the room. He could easily escape if he wanted to…but what was the point he figured Mokuba probably hated him now anyway.

While Seto was replaying what happened in his head a little piece of paper fell down to the ground. Curious Seto grabbed the note silently reading it.

I see that I've turned Mokuba against you

How sad…

But since I'm not able to get to you while you're in there

I guess I'll have to go after Mokuba

Too bad he has to die because of you

Seto's narrowed in anger, it was one thing to mess with him but to mess with Mokuba was defiantly crossing the line. Deciding that it didn't matter whether Mokuba hated him or not…he wasn't going to let him be killed for something he'd done. With a new burst of energy some bending of bars and squeezing through windows, Seto was quickly on the street running as fast as he could to his mansion.