A/N: Wow! Chapter three! And my exams start tomorrow! (Runs round in small panicking circles) Ahhhhhhh! Ahem. Anyhoo, sorry this was not up on Saturday, I was in a tin box. That is, a caravan. And I was totally writing this at 2:00am in a thunderstorm to. Hmmph.

Disclaimer: Please, just tell me, has anyone actually been sued?

Reviews:

Willowwind: Randomlicious... Ahem. Poor Ryou... at least he isn't hit on the head with a spanner this time.

Scooby2408: ... Yeah, I guess it was... But you didn't want me to get Ryou run over on the next zebra crossing by trying to prove that black was white in his injured state, did you? (Have you seen the film yet?)

Now, onto number 3!

Three: Tricky Little Blighters

Mokuba ran and ran, though he did not know where he was going or what he was hoping to achieve, He just had to get away from the mansion, if he was captured he would never be able to help Seto, wherever he was and whatever he needed saving from!

It is said that humans use very little of their potential brain capacity. Well, that was certainly true for Mokuba now. That single thought- that he couldn't be caught- drove his legs forward, stretched his lungs to their full volume, left his muscles screaming for mercy.

He ran and ran and ran, till he fell against a lamppost, breathing heavily. He was by now a long way away, but in his mind he could still read that note.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"Just what, exactly, do you want from me?"

"All will be revealed in due course, Mr Kaiba… when we have ensured your… cooperation."

"I see. And I thought cooperation meant you had a choice."

"Oh, you'll get a choice, but I don't think you'll appreciate it when it comes."

"Try me."

"Fine, but first let me ask a question of my own… Are you aware of the effect of chloroform on the human body?"

If he hadn't been, he was now.

Or would be when he woke up, anyway.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Mokuba leant forward, trying to regain his breath. Like his lungs and heart, his brain was working furiously. He had to find somewhere to go. Given his current situation, aka, having no idea what to do, he was pretty useless out on the street.

He ran options through his mind. As far as he could tell, he had several places he could go. Doug Mitsan, for one. But then, it would seem strange if his daughter's boyfriend's little brother turned up. Besides, Mokuba barely knew the guy and Anna was off visiting her mother, so that was out. Perhaps he should go to Yugi's- Yugi had helped him out of countless scrapes, and had even let him keep his job after Monday's fiasco! Mokuba imagined what would happen if he went there, and moments later made an unexpected decision. He scanned the skyline, and having pin-pointed the apartment block near Yugi's, rising tall above everything else, he got walking.

He was unable to help the fact that he was walking faster then usual.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Ryou looked from one side to the other. It was a hard choice. In front of him were two books- I, Robot by Isaac Asimov and the first in Anne McCaffery's 'Dragonriders of Pern' series. Tough one. Traditional Sci-Fi? Or more of a fantasy? Well, he had just finished LotR- possibly the most famous fantasy series ever- so perhaps he should go for Sci-Fi on this one.

But then, he had read I, Robot thousands of times- his copy was looking rather bedraggled now. Besides, he had been itching to read the Pern series for ages; he had been lucky to find a copy in that bookshop round the corner.

So, McCaffery it was.

Still, it was getting late, and it had been a long, if thoroughly enjoyable night. Maybe he should stick with something familiar.

"Jenna?" He called, sticking his head round the bedroom door. "Asimov or McCaffery?" he held them up. They were always discussing things like this, although it has to be said that Jenna was more Star Wars and Terry Prachett then anything else. Nor could she quite understand what his obsession with books was. Actually, neither could he. He had always read a lot, but it was defiantly more then before he left Japan…

He wasn't surprised when Jenna gave no response. As usual, she had a walkman blaring. Ryou could hear it across half a room and a hallway. In fairness, the door was open, but still… Jenna was frowning and making notes onto a worn book that was balancing precariously on her knees. She seemed fully absorbed in whatever she was doing, so it was probably best to leave her.

But she seemed worried, so he shouldn't let her brood. He had just made his way into the main room, about to attract her attention and ask her what was wrong, when the buzzer from the door echoed down the hall. Ryou frowned a little, wondering who would be calling round at this hour. Dumping I, Robot and Dragonflight onto a small table he left the room again, hitting the pause button on Jenna's walkman as he past. Much to her annoyance.

"Mokuba?" He asked in surprise as he opened the door to reveal the very same person.

"Ryou!" Mokuba replied, babbling desperately "Can I please stay here tonight!"

"Um… Sure…" Ryou blinked, standing aside to let him in.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Mokuba followed Ryou into the sitting room. Jenna was already there, her legs hooked over the arm of a chair, reading the blurb of a book.

"Mokuba, Jenna; Jenna, Mokuba." Ryou said simply, gesturing appropriately. Jenna glanced up and smiled.

"Well, hello again." She said. "You're the one who knocked Ryou out with a spanner, right?"

Mokuba nodded embarrassedly. Before she had recognised him as a Kaiba. Now he was the kid with the spanner. Figured.

"Mokuba's going to stay here tonight." Ryou supplied, sounding a little confused himself.

"Fine by me." Jenna shrugged, pointing at the book she was holding. Mokuba couldn't read the title as it was written in Western letters, but there was a rather impressive Robot on the front. "Hey, Ryou." Jenna continued. "Are you reading this, or can I borrow it?"

"McCaffery then." Ryou smiled.

"Huh?"

"Never mind." He sighed, shaking his head "Just go ahead and read it. You want something to eat or drink?"

Mokuba shook his head. "No thanks. I'm fine."

'Fine' was so not the word for it.

"I do!" Jenna yelled enthusiastically.

"You," Ryou replied, hitting her playfully on her arm. "Can get your own."

"Ah, go on…" Jenna begged. "You're so much better in the kitchen then me…"

"Too true!" Ryou whispered to Mokuba "She burns everything! I'm beginning to think she does it on purpose just to get out of cooking…" None the less, he relented and went in what was presumably the direction of the kitchen.

"Ryou's right, you know." Jenna said suddenly, sticking her tongue out after the retreating Ryou. "You should play cricket." Seeing that Mokuba was going to be unresponsive, she gave up.

"Excuse me." She said politely, picking up her fallen notebook and flicking through the notes she'd been making earlier. Then Ryou re-entered the room and threw a biscuit at her head.

"You want more, get it yourself, lazy!" He teased.

Mokuba watched in bewilderment as Jenna stood up and began to chase the white-haired boy all round the room.

It hadn't been what he'd been expecting.

But then, he doubted Ryou had been expecting it either.

The chase ended a minute later when Ryou, armed with a cushion, managed to beat the enraged girl back.

"I can't work in these conditions!" Jenna sobbed dramatically- an effect that was rather tainted by her tousled hair and the huge bite she took from the hastily reclaimed biscuit. "I'm leaving!" She 'stormed' out of the room, disappearing a moment later. Ryou shut the door behind her, and regarded Mokuba.

"I'm afraid you'll have to use the sofa." He said eventually. "Jenna's in the only spare room I have here."

"Okay. Thanks."

They lapsed into silence again.

"So…" Mokuba began "How long have you two been going out?"

"We're not." Came the shrugged reply.

"Ah." Mokuba said uncomfortably.

Ryou studied Mokuba, his face inscrutable.

Mokuba studied the floor, wondering how he would, and should, answer the inevitable questions when they came.

"You don't want me to ask, do you?" Ryou said evenly.

Mokuba looked up, unable to believe his ears, but then he saw that Ryou was serious, and so slowly shook his head.

"In that case, I'm going to bed." Ryou yawned, standing up. "Just one thing… does your brother know you're here?"

Mokuba shook his head miserably.

"Do you want to let him know?"

Another shake of his head. He couldn't. Of course, Ryou didn't know that. But Mokuba really wasn't in the mood to explain himself right now.

"Ah. Alright…" Ryou sounded a little uncertain, but decided to let the matter drop. "There's pillows and blankets in that cupboard behind you. Goodnight, Mokuba."

"'Night." Mokuba replied.

And much, much later, unable to sleep, he appreciated Ryou for being such a seemingly nice person.

Even if he, and especially his friend, were a little weird.

Maybe it was something to do with the English weather…

But he'd figure that one, and everything else, out in the morning.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

The next day was strange. He just kinda existed, without really doing anything. Drifted along, through time but somehow not in it. Minutes seemed to last hours, but hours were over in a second.

Not that Ryou and Jenna seemed particularly bothered. That afternoon, Ryou decided it was time Jenna saw the city. Or more of it then she'd seen whilst looking for him, anyway. Unfortunately, when proposing this idea to her, he got no response from the girl who was doing the whole walkman-notes-in-notepad thing again.

"What is the matter with you?" Ryou asked, prising the headphones off her.

"Listen and find out." Jenna replied darkly. "I got this CD just before we left the airport in Korea. An English group. Brand new album. This song's been in the chart for weeks, apparently…"

Ryou frowned a little, wondering what was annoying her so. As he listened to the music coming out of the headphones, the frown deepened.

"It's our song!" He cried eventually, throwing down the headphones and grabbing the CD case. "Who do they say wrote this!" He demanded.

"They claim they wrote it." Jenna sighed.

"But you wrote this song!" Ryou said, sounding a little confused. "How did they-"

"They heard it, remember? They were the celebrity guests at the Leprosy Mission thingy! Do ya think we can sue the little…" She fell into a raging torrent of abuse.

"Not unless you suddenly took to taking out copyrights on your songs." Ryou sank into a chair, rubbing his forehead. "You know what? Just forget it. Let it go, Jenna. It's not like we're serious about being a band or anything… It was just for fun."

"I will not let it go!" Jenna screamed "I'm a student! If a huge band is gonna steal my songs, I could use the money! Besides, it's the whole thing! This song is at number one in England, Ryou! I deserve the credit!" She took a deep breath. "And so… I am going to send them one scathing E-mail!" She banged out the room.

"I expect you're wondering what that was all about." Ryou grimaced. Mokuba wasn't, not beyond a vague interest, but he sat back and let Ryou explain none the less.

He had met Jenna in college, and she was taking music. Part of that, of course, involved composing music. Now, song lyrics had been easy, but the tune… She found that a little harder, to say the least. Especially as the only instrument she could play was the drums, and not very well at that.

"As it turned out," Ryou said, smirking at the memories. "I had picked up how to play guitar back at Domino High. With Azreal, as it happens. Where is she, anyway?"

"Visiting her mom." Mokuba replied dully.

"Oh. It was then I found out that some of our other friends were musical as well, suffice to say that one could sing like you wouldn't believe, another was forever trying to outdo me on a guitar and one could find her way with ease round a keyboard. Of course, when Jenna found out… We became her 'drafting table', if you like. We tried her songs out. Actually, she got pretty good at it in the end…she's sold quite a few of them…But I divulge. Anyway, it came to the point when the composing part of her course was over, but she didn't want to stop writing. And we were rather enjoying playing at being a band. I have to admit, I've got pretty into the whole guitar thing…" He laughed "Enough to try and get one on a plane with me all the time anyway. And when we all went to different Unis, it was a way to meet up once a week, ya know? Before Jenn and I left, we played quite a lot. Not often in Public… a couple of College things, a few minor competitions, charity concerts… And it looks like someone's heard her last song and taken it for themselves. So, excuse me while I go and make sure that she really is just sending an E-mail and hasn't broken out to go and kill someone." He left the room.

Mokuba blinked. That had gone completely over his head… Although it did explain the electric guitar standing in the corner.

o-o-o-o-o- Fall through the mists of time…o-o-o-o

"Arrgh!" Jenna screamed in frustration, causing half the canteen to jump out of their skins and the other half to glare at her accusingly at her. She, however, remained oblivious, screwing up the piece of paper and hurling it across the table.

Laura just sighed and pulled the half-written song out of her sandwich for the umpteempth time. She was beginning to regret sitting opposite Jenna… "Would you just calm down, please?" She begged.

"I've got to have a song by next week…" Jenna groaned, resting her head on the table. And in Laura's sandwich, though the despondent girl didn't seem to notice the bread sticking to her head. "I like the lyrics, but the melody… It just sounds all screwed…"

"Cheer up…" Sanders said half heatedly, more concerned with his lunch then anything else. Ryou and John, however, had retrieved the screwed up paper and, having unfolding it, were pouring over it, muttering.

"I think…" Ryou said slowly, trying to prise Jenna's head off the table. "That with a bit of work, we can make this tune a song…"

"A whole lot of work." John said bluntly, already scribbling all over the paper. "Good job we're here to help, or you would've failed this course already."

"I'll forgive you for that comment," Jenna grinned "If you can make this crap cool."

o-o-o-o-o Back to Reality…o-o-o-o-o

It was only as Mokuba lay on Ryou's sofa after agreeing to stay another night that he realised. Strange how it took him to when he tried to get to sleep that he woke up.

He had wasted a whole day!

Mokuba sat up suddenly. How could he have done that? A whole day when he could have been doing something, anything to help! Who knew what had happened to Seto in that time? And now he'd have to wait till the next day to do anything!

Even as he thought it, Mokuba knew he couldn't wait. The first thing to do, he decided, would be to go back to the Mansion and see what he could find out.

As quietly as he possibly could, Mokuba slid off the sofa, out of the living room, and into the hall. He turned the door handle slowly, trying not to make an excessive amount of noise.

Unfortunately for him, Ryou was a very light sleeper.

"Mokuba, where are you going?" He asked, sounding concerned.

Mokuba sighed and turned around. Caught.

"Please, just let me go!" He tried desperately.

"…I'm sorry." Ryou said slowly. "But I can't do that. You have to understand, Mokuba, first you turn up with no explanation, and now you're trying to run! What am I supposed to tell people, hey?"

"I guess…" Mokuba replied quietly.

"I'm not going to stop you." Ryou said tiredly. "Just, for heaven's sake, explain what's going on!"

Mokuba did.

"…So I really need to go back to the mansion and see what I can find! Who knows what'll happen otherwise!" He concluded.

Ryou contemplated everything he'd heard. He knew he should try to stop the teen- if these people had got Kaiba, they had to be dangerous- but considering everything they'd done at fifteen… They hadn't had a choice. Mokuba did.

But did he? Wouldn't he just go, no matter what? Did he really have a choice?

"Alright." Ryou nodded. "Just be careful. Oh, and just because Yugi felt inclined to save people in a school uniform doesn't mean you have to. Get a change of clothes, okay?"

Mokuba nodded. "Fine. I'll try to come back and tell you if I find anything." He went out the flat door and started running down the hall.

"Thanks, Ryou!" He called back.

"Good luck." Was Ryou's only response.

He stood alone for a while, in quiet contemplation. He did not cry. He cried all he needed to long ago.

A moment later, he felt Jenna approach from behind him. She was a light sleeper to. Evidently she knew exactly what was going on.

"Well?" She demanded. "Are you just going to let him go all on his own?"

"I went back to England to get away from adventures." Ryou shrugged. Jenna was the one of the few people who knew- and believed- what had happened to him in Japan. She came and stood in front of him now, shorter then him, but currently much more dominating.

"True." She conceded, looking him right in the eye. "But then why did you come back?"

She watched as Ryou suddenly realised she spoke the truth.

"I'll be back by morning!" He promised, squeezing her hand gratefully. "Wait for me."

He ran out the flat.

Jenna shut the door behind him, shaking her head.

He'd forgotten his keys again.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

A/N: D'oh. I hate keys to... I lost mine. I think they're still attacking a city. Oh, and by the way... Asimov and Anne McCaffery. I have read a lot of Asimov. I love I, Robot! You should all go read it! As for Anne McCaffery's books, before anyone points it out, I know she blends fantasy and sci-fi. But come on. The series is based around DRAGONS. Give me a break. And I know she doesn't want fanfics written, and I respect that. But still, she's a great writer, so what's the harm in pointing it out?

And the whole thing about Ryou being in a band. That was put in for 3 reasons:

1. To annoy certain people who disagreed with me about the guitar thing that one lunchtime.

2. I was bored and I wanted to extend the chapter.

3. For reasons that will be revealed later in the fic and the sequel to Amusing when it is written... you'll have to wait and see. But it'll be fun.

Well, that was a long A/N... time to go and revise. Sigh.