Lightning-Dono: This fanfic is going to be a long one for sure now. xD; Family business with the characters will be incorporated, which means all the more troubles for our protagonist(s). Yessss...I'm sorry I haven't added any for such a long time (Close to a week, but that's still a long time)! Gomen nasai! I won't be updating for the rest of the week because I'll be on vacation in another state. ;)

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Mokuba worriedly looked out the window at the sky that was flecked with distant balls of gas, visible even from that distance. It was dark outside and he had to make sure that his older brother was there, safe and sound. He knew Kaiba had a tendency to do wild things at times and was unpredictable, so Mokuba insisted on staying up until he came back.

The young boy saw one of the guards turning in for the night and said, "Aren't you going to wait with me?"

This guard happened to be as sleepy as one could be, and was extremely tired and cranky. "Ask one of the other guards to wait. I'm off duty," he grumbled, continuing down the hall as though he hadn't been interrupted.

Mokuba knew it was best not to pester the workers much because that might give them the impression that they were just there for his enjoyment to tease, beg, and annoy, but he was anxious to know why Kaiba hadn't come back.

Control tower staff told him that the helicopter had been ordered to be delivered back to Kaiba Corp, so Mokuba had absolutely no idea where he had gone due to the fact that they had lost contact with him as soon as he exited the borders of Japan. Mokuba stared and wanted to fire them for not being responsible and lazing about when Kaiba could've been on a mission that could imminently endanger him.

"Don't worry about it, Mokuba," they said in soothing voices, hoping to calm the young boy down. Mokuba accepted their excuses and went on his way to find one of the people in the main control center, the only place in the entire world with such a huge population of workers crammed into one room. Mokuba enjoyed the high spirits of the workers, answering in excited voices as though their work was a total blast. The preteen had never found much interest in the sea of women (All older than him, of coutrse), but one of them happened to be walking by, getting a coffee to help her last through her night shift and Mokuba couldn't miss out on the chance.

"Miss, do you know where my brother is?"

The lady yawned openly, rubbed her eyes and momentarily paused to soak in the question. "I know he was on his way to Saudi Arabia, for certain, but that's all I know."

"How did you know that?" Kaiba had taught him well not to take other's judgement and not make any for his own. This included trusting people that he hardly knew.

"Word gets around easily when you're sitting with a bunch of talkative girls that would do anything to sneak a word in. They say he's gone there because of the helicopter crash this afternoon."

Mokuba then remembered that his brother had distinctly told him in person that he was going to check up on the pilot and passenger that he had sent off to Egypt.

"Thanks!" The boy leaped down the stairs, eager to get to work. He needed to do much toil and pouring sweat into trying to get communication ports over to where Seto was. Mokuba knew that he just couldn't leave his older brother unguarded – he knew that trouble struck wherever he went.

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"That was total madness," Kaiba concluded darkly as he helped Isis to a doctor who happened to be in the building at the time and was taking patients. As it turned out, the doctor had removed the thick bandaging to discover that the cut was far too deep to heal on it's own, so he organized some of the experts from around the hospital's many wings to stitch it back up.

"I'd rather much it heal naturally," Isis insisted stubbornly as the doctor gently held her arm. Kaiba stood alongside her, instinctively reaching out his hand as though to jerk Isis out of the aged man's grip. The doctor might as well have dragged Kaiba off to see what was causing these odd "reflexes". "I'll be okay!" Isis called to her lover as the doctor led her through some double doors not intended for visitors.

"Make sure that you don't mess up," Kaiba muttered to the doctor through gritted teeth, clenched so tight that his gums began to ache. Sighing, he retreated to the seat by Isis's bed, leaned back, and nodded off into a restless sleep, waiting for his girl to return and for the sun to rise once more.

Isis was lying in bed the following morning as the first rays of light shone through the window in an array of multi-colored streaks. She wearily opened her eyes, having been sleeping on a sedative patch in order for the doctors to work. Apparently it had lost most of its juice so she removed it, alert of the fact that the throbbing pain might occur in her side again. But there was hardly any. Just a soft thudding pain that spread from her side to her stomach as it growled in hunger. Isis was terribly surprised at how long she had slept.

What surprised her even more was when her eyes had adjusted to the light that Kaiba was sleeping peacefully at her bedside, his slick brown hair falling in locks over his face as his head slowly slipped to place his chin against his chest.

"Kaiba," she said tentatively, leaning over to say it to him a bit more directly. Kaiba continued his deep slumber without any hesitation. After all, he rarely slept and he felt safe sleeping in a hospital. Despite the fact that just a mere ten hours ago his stepfather had broken in, threatening to take his life.

This haunted his dreams, hiding in the wells of his heart, just waiting to pounce and poison him with a fresh bite.

Was Gozaburo satisfied and finished or was he thirsting for more revenge?