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Pharaoh Star Yami: Massive sorry for not updating! I might put more characters in, but I'm not sure, there have to be some free to rescue them! And I'm sorry if the chapters are short, I usually average three pages per chapter, but same are a bit shorter, sorry for that.

BloodMistress: Updated! Glad you found that one more interesting.

"So... Hot..." Tristen muttered, fanning himself. They had been stuck in that little top floor room now for how long they didn't know, but they knew for certain that there was an even smaller chance of escaping from this stuffy little caged office.

They had been moved the day after Yami and the others had arrived, and were now in a small office on the top floor. There was a small cage in this room, which, no surprises, they had been thrown into. The room felt like it was about 45ÂșC, and getting hotter. No windows were open, the door was locked, and the sunlight was pouring over the whole cage, meaning there was no escape from the heat.

Seto mumbled something and stretched, leaning back against the corner of the cage and sighing.

"How the fuck can you keep that trench coat on?!" Tristen exclaimed, looking at the young CEO who was still wearing everything he had been when they came in. Yami propped himself up on his elbows again and raised an eyebrow at the pacing brunette.

"Tristen, you're making us all hot by pacing around like that, and fanning yourself makes you hotter in the long run as well. Seto can probably stand this sort of heat because he practically spends his life in a top floor office. Now listen to those who know better than you and lie down!"

As Yami had been saying this last part, he'd sat up fully and pulled his leather shirt over his head, leaving him completely naked. He then flopped back on the floor and cracked an eye open to check that Tristen had taken his advice. Said brunette had sat down, propping himself up in a corner in the same manner as Seto, Kerry was lying beside him, and Mokuba beside Seto.

Seto, by this point, had shrugged his coat off; thinking that maybe Tristen had a point; it was making him hotter.

"See! Even Kaiba admits now I was right!" Tristen exclaimed, gesturing at the brunette.

"Oh just give it a rest Tristen! Why does it have to be that you were wrong or right?! Why does it matter if Seto took his coat of?! Why can't you all just accept Seto is who he is and you can't change that? Why can't you see what he's really like inside? Why are you always having a dig, making our life harder, just because you're jealous?" Mokuba shouted, almost crying by the time he'd finished.

Tristen was about to open his mouth to shout a reply, but Kerry tugged at his sleeve and 'said' something that could easily be translated, by Tristen's actions, as 'calm down and shut up', more likely than not in politer terms.

During this time Seto had pulled his little brother down onto the floor and wrapped him up securely in his arms; where the younger boy was crying softly, burying his head in his brother's shoulder.

"You did know you're not exempt from the laws surrounding incestuous relationships don't you Kaiba? You're also not exempt from laws concerning underage..." But Tristen never got to finish his sentence, as a furious Kaiba had pinned him up against the wall, holding him up off the floor by his shirt collar.

"If you even think you're implying what I think you are, you are going to find out I can cause you as much pain as any other individual, only here, I can get away with it. So would you like to clarify to me what it was you meant just then?"

"You're as bad as your step-father." Tristen muttered, spiting in the brunette's face. Seto froze at those words, absent mindedly wiping the spit off his face as he dropped the other boy and took a few steps back, a form of abstract... was that fear, shining in his eyes? Mokuba glared again.

"He is nothing like that sadistic freak!" The younger Kaiba yelled, his glare matching his brother's usual one almost perfectly as he stepped up beside him.

"Well how do you explain that threat then?!" Tristen yelled back, also glaring.

"As that! A threat!"

"Tristen! Cut it out! Why is any of this your business anyway?! Sit down and shut up!" Yami suddenly yelled, his arms still flopped over his face.

"Since when have you sided with him?!"

"Since I have and I want you to shut up! I'm in enough pain without you giving me a headache screaming!" The spiky haired duelist replied, shifting his arms slightly and cracking one eye open to glare at the brown-eyed brunette.

"Oh alright." Tristen finally said in a long suffering voice, plopping himself down on the floor again and flopping back against the bars.

&With the Others&

"I can't believe Yami would sacrifice himself like that." Yugi muttered, snuggling further into the warmth and comfort offered by Ryou, who's lap he was curled in.

"No one's saying he'd dead." The albino murmured gently, hugging his friend softly.

"Well, I'm not one for helping that stuck up Pharaohs, but if you're all so worried, why are we just sat around here doing nothing?" Ryou's yami, Bakura, muttered sitting forward in the seta he'd been lounging in.

"Maybe because the last time we tried that, Seto and Tristen got caught." Joey frowned. He couldn't believe the white haired thief was suggesting that they try breaking in! Not after what had already happened.

"I didn't mean get half the town to start a riot! I meant sneak in, let them out, sneak out again. As in no one will know until it's too late!"

"Stop having a go! My idea was good! At the time... Even Seto went along with it! Come on! It couldn't have been that bad!"

"It was stupid. It was the idea of a mindless buffoon." Bakura said icily,

"Quit it! I didn't know they would be found!"

"It wasn't just them, Joey, look at this." Malik muttered, tossing his paper at the blonde, a solemn expression on his face.

"A total of one hundred and fifty plus people were caught then."

"It doesn't say that anywhere! This article ain't even about the protest!" Joey shouted waving the article in front of the Egyptian's face.

"No, but anyone with a brain can realize that over a hundred and fifty people all going missing on the day of that protest means they were all caught."

"This means they're all in Gozeburo's clutches." Marik growled. He remembered Seto's sadistic step-father, even if he'd only seen him momentarily. Since then he'd leant more about him from listening to the stories of the others.

"Anyway, back to my idea, who's with me?" Bakura glared, standing up.

"Wait a minute 'Kura. We have to think about this, you'll need to know the inside layout of the building and where the security cameras are so you don't get caught." Ryou said matter-of-factly, making the spirit pause, think and drop back in his seat again.

"Suppose." He muttered.