Lightning-Dono: Dun dun dun. I had a lot of fun with this chapter. :) It took a while to come up with why Kaiba did some things in his building (As in technology and such) but in the end it was all fun. I have raised the rating to PG-13 because I'm foreseeing something...And you'd all better brace yourself for the next few chapters because they will alter the genre into something like angst and tragedy.

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It was mid-afternoon by the time Kaiba had risen to the clattering of dishes carried by nurses preparing the lunch of patients.

"It's about time that you got up," Isis commented, spooning up some scrambled eggs. "Eat." She pushed the silverware into his face, hoping that he'd accept atleast a portion of it. Kaiba looked awfully pale and she hoped that eating would bring the blood rushing back to his cheeks.

"Thanks." The lips that had never been stretched into a genuine smile started to twitch into the curvature of an upside-down rainbow.

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Mokuba worked furiously at the machine that was glowing a neon green, displaying a grid of areas in Saudi Arabia.

"If Seto is there, he should be at one of the hospitals." The blocks that had once been littered across the grid were reduced to a measly five rectangular shapes that lay neatly on coordinates that were easy to follow. "Should I contact all of them asking for him?" He felt like crying out with frustration and pounding the computer to bits. What had he ever done to deserve such a predicament in which he couldn't even try and get to his brother?

Like an answer to his silent prayers, one of the buildings blinked on the grid, indicating that the person in question had been found. Mokuba leaned forward, his eyes glowing with excitement, his nose brushing the screen slightly.

"So he must be in there!" said Mokuba cheerily, displaying a row of perfectly aligned, unnaturally white teeth. As a child he had always received top-notch dental care due to the fact that his brother often put looks before what work was to be done as he felt that if he and Mokuba was going to get anywhere in life they would have to look professional. He pressed down his forefinger onto the identification pad that had been installed a year before to block all unknown characters to go and contact people outside of their workspace. It made for high security so workers couldn't plot against them. Plus Kaiba would know if anyone had overridden the system because he'd see unidentified fingerprints on the pad. Some workers, however, believed this was just a way for Kaiba to gain comfort and confidence, in conclusion inflating his already growing ego. Mokuba thought this was pure brilliance that could only come from his brother.

So those implanted microchips had worked. Years before Kaiba, due to inevitable danger to the company, had spent millions upon billions of dollars implanting tracing chips into the worker's forearms so that in the situation that they should be kidnapped or leave he could find them.

"DNA confirmed to be of Kaiba Mokuba." The screen flickered in a series of bright colors and words that read, "Welcome to the worldwide database of contact numbers." Options appeared beneath this. Mokuba typed in 'Saudi Arabia hospitals' for search and waited patiently, bouncing around in his seat, showing more emotion than half the people in the building put together. The same five hospitals came up, now with individual names on it. The one with Seto inside blinked an array of different colors, drawing Mokuba's attention instantly. With pride in his knowledge of how to work his brother's systems, he selected the hospital and while the computer dialed for him, he removed the headphones from the table. They resembled that of a CD player but what connected to the phone line, allowing him to speak into it like he would a phone. The small speaker erupted out of a small hatch from the side of the headphones and fell neatly over his mouth so he could speak.

There was the crackle of someone picking up a phone and then a deep voice burst through, pounding into Mokuba's eardrums.

"Szachi Hospital." His heavy accent clouded his speech, making Mokuba a little disoriented as in what to say.

"I would like to speak to Kaiba Seto? He's a visitor at the hospital and has been for a day or so now."

The man cleared his throat. "And what relation do you have to Kaiba Seto?" He chose his words carefully, making sure that he pronounced each word correctly. No matter what he did, Mokuba got the impression that he was reading all of this off a strip of paper. The dull monotone voice could've put anyone to sleep, even if it was playing while an action movie was in the background.

"I am his brother and I am calling from the secondary Kaiba Corporation back-up building."

Whoever this person at the hospital was, he was choking on something; either in surprise or horror that someone this rich and powerful was actually staying at the hospital. Or because he was afraid that his hospital would be bought out somehow by a technology company. "I shall get him on the line immediately!" There was the sound of an intercom at the other end and the clicking of heels on the tiled ground of a hospital. "He will be coming in a minute," the man informed Mokuba, his voice growing louder as he pressed the phone closer to him.

"Thank you." Mokuba leaned back in the leather seat, rolling it around on it's wheels.

A few moments later Kaiba picked up, hearing his brother's voice on the phone. A voice he had secretly missed so much while he was gone.

"Hello?"

"'Niisama!" Came the excited cry of joy.

Kaiba's eyes felt like they were falling out due to the sudden flow of tears. Was he growing weaker with every second of his love? Usually he would've carried on a conversation in a manner that was strict and strong. Now he found himself tripping over his words, stumbling along through the conversation like a squirrel learning how to scamper from branch to branch. His voice became scratchy as he fought back.

"Mokuba, I'm with Isis," he said.

Mokuba paused for a second. "I thought you didn't like her." It was partially true. Once you try to take someone's life, you don't usually make up and smother kisses all over each other. But Mokuba supposed that love could work either way. He was extremely inexperienced in the area and would rather let his brother do all the experimenting there for him.

"You'll never understand, little brother." The hint of happiness was in his voice. The pre-teen was suddenly proud of his older brother for breaking out of his shell. It was wonderful knowing that at last his brother wouldn't be a miserable computer freak that would rather immerse himself in computer software than get involved in life.

The door burst open, a rough breeze knocking Mokuba over. The headphones flew off his ears and fell, dangling centimeters from the ground by it's wire.

"Mokuba? Mokuba? Can you hear me?" Came the panicked calls as Kaiba tried desperately to hear what the commotion was.

The shadowy, hooded figure stood in the doorway. Mokuba's brilliant memory returned him to earlier years. "Gozaburo!" He whispered angrily, hate coursing through his voice.

"Talking to your brother? About me, perhaps?" The scathing reply emitted from beneath the hood, hatred radiating from every pore in his body. Gozaburo had enough of being pushed around by the police. He had easily escaped from the makeshift cell they had trapped him in. Gozaburo knew every secret, unrigged entrance in this building. He had deactivated every alarm as soon as he arrived so he could come and leave quietly. But he would leave more than just his arrival and exit quiet.

"'NIISAMA!" Mokuba screamed as the middle-aged man lunged forward and gripped him by the throat, choking him, squeezing hard.

"What's wrong? Mokuba? MOKUBA!?"

"'Niisama, help!" Mokuba choked. If Gozaburo kept this up his windpipe would be crushed. He would be dead for sure and he couldn't let that happen. There was absolutely no way his so-called stepfather would destroy their lives. Mokuba had no plans on living forever, but he never wanted it to end now.

"Can you hear me? Is that you, Gozaburo? Let my brother go this instant!"

"How sweet," Gozaburo said vehemently. "After all these years you all have no respect for me. Not a fleck of regret of how much you humiliated me?"

"I never humiliated you! I outsmarted you clearly!"

Gozaburo laughed bitterly, jerking the cable of the phone to the ground and smashing the headpiece to smithereens with his foot. "I don't think we'll be needing your commentary today. It's just us guys now." He released his grip on Mokuba's throat, allowing the boy to collapse onto his knees, breathing frantically in order to try and steady his pulse before his heart couldn't take it.

"What...What do you want with us?" Mokuba gasped, feeling the indentation Gozaburo had made with his hand into Mokuba's throat. This man was sick and there was nothing to keep him from being that way. It was the dead of night and he had burst in despite the heavy defense. Then again, Mokuba remembered that most of the guards and officers were off duty. Only the female operators were taking calls and people in the control tower were going on naturally with their business.

"I want to take your company away from you. For years I was rumored dead. That was how long it took for me to lose power and for you to gain it. I watched in horror every day as my own adopted children destroyed my life's work of military weapons and transformed the company into a place where people now recognize it for it's Duel Monster's technology. Twenty years ago countries at war would purchase Kaiba Corp's battle machinery. Our weapons and tanks were far more advanced than any of it's kind. But that was not to be. The two of you destroyed over twenty years of work! I walk into this building and I feel sick looking at the display cases with your latest inventions."

Mokuba interrupted after regaining his breath. "If you felt so bad about it, why didn't you just have a talk about it?"

Gozaburo snorted. "Your brother? Talk about something that he was ambitious about? I think not. Even if I approached him offering a billion dollars he would simply turn me away and say that he'd make more than that just by inventing his silly products."

"Our products aren't silly! You use them too, you know!" Mokuba screamed with rage that he had kept capsulated for years. Hoping no one would hear him, he lifted himself from his place on the ground, panting madly, getting ready to launch a roundhouse kick that would hook his stepfather in the stomach and hopefully put him out of commission for the time being.

"I know I use them, but what else is there to use? Carry my deck around in my pocket and cease to duel? I don't hate your products, Mokuba."

Mokuba was about to complain about being addressed directly by someone that didn't even deserve a name himself, but he shut his mouth to hear what this man meant.

"Oh, no, I hate more than just the direction this company has been steered for years." Gozaburo laughed a short, halted laugh that was stopped by the opening of the sliding, metal door once more.

"What do you think you're doing in here! Commence fire!" The guard cried to the man behind him. They lifted their guns and prepared to fire, but Gozaburo's attack came faster than expected. He had drawn his gun faster than them both and fired and searing laser beam through them both.

Mokuba watched in brief terror as he watched the men collapse, blood spilling across the floor before the metal door slid back into place. No one would be alerted until they came across the two bodies. "You're awful..."

"You're damn right I am. I'm not holding back."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Come with me."

"No!"

Gozaburo stuck a rag into Mokuba's mouth to muffle his shouting and dragged him from the room, rushing down a hallway behind a closet that had always been thought to hold towels. He entered a door with a password and number combination and inside was a capsule with a black thing hovering at the top. Gozaburo dragged Mokuba into it, strapped him into place, and locked the capsule. He never removed the rag.

"Back in the day when war was still strong around the world, they would often send hostages here. Secretly I would allow each of them to have the option of surviving or having a quick death that would only take seconds." Gozaburo signaled up towards the black figure ten feet above the boy.

Mokuba looked up reluctantly to find himself looking at the underside of an anvil that was labeled '2 tons'.

"I will drop this on you in due time. You will not survive. Most of the men thought this was a joke and that after being through what they have they would two tons of compact metal dropping on them at the speed of a diving eagle. This is not true, Mokuba. You will be crushed instantly before your brain will have time to figure out what has happened." Gozaburo seemed to take great satisfaction from the fear leaking from the young boy's face. Tears were streaming down his cheeks like a river current that was flowing into the rapids.

"...But why?" He choked, spitting out the rag.

"You brother will surrender his company to me. I know it. I will not draw out your life any longer."

"NO!" Mokuba screamed as the man reached for the lever, his hood falling from his face.

"This activates a pulley system that will drop the anvil that is above you." A grin flashed across his face.

"I'm sorry, 'niisama..." the boy whispered in defeat.

Like a gunshot, the anvil fell.