A/N: This is a VERY short chapter, but I wanted to let you all know that I haven't forgotten this fic. There will be more as soon as I can.

Thank You- No one, Angel-soul03, Chibi Seto, Seto-Kaiba's-fan, Crimson Fears, Kiokukaiba, Swift Tales, and TwistedParoxysms. I will have more sufficient thanks to you all later, but it is 6:50am, and I have not slept yet. I want to get this up ASAP though.

The Mind's Binding

By MercilessTantulas

Chapter Four- More

Yami carefully carried his precious cargo up to his private room, ignoring the looks he was getting from the occasional passing person. One was even foolish enough to ask him if he could carry the whole body or if he needed help. Foolish mortal.

Yet, Yami was in an understandably good mood and let it pass with only a death-glare.

Bakura, who followed closely behind him, was still sulking about the past incident. When Yami finally reached the door to his room he turn to glare at the thief. "I believe I can take it from here."

"I'm sure you can, but what does that have to do with anything?" Bakura challenged. "I still did your dirty work and expect to be paid in full. Now."

Yami ground his teeth for a second before answering, "You will be. But not now. He's still unconscious, remember?" Yami looked at the beautiful man in his arms. "I'll let you know when it wears off."

Without waiting for an answer, Yami somehow managed to open the door and slam it behind him, never losing his grip on his prize.

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Bakura scowled at the closed door. No one talked to him like that, dammit!

However, considering there were no windows in the room, and thus no way for the former pharaoh to escape, Bakura decided to allow it to slide. Just this once.

The thief slinked back down to the main bar area and took a seat in the back of the room, watchful eyes never leaving the entrance to the room.

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What the hell am I going to do? I need to get to Seto, to warn him about Yami. Mokuba thought sadly as he watched his guards enter his room with some more hot soup, crackers, and a few extra pillows.

Does he really think that these few small comforts will make me forget about everything? He must have really gone off the deep end this time. Though Mokuba accepted the comforts, he did not eat. Not because he wasn't hungry exactly, but because he felt as though if he did try to eat he would surely be sick.

He didn't respond when the guards asked him why he hadn't eaten anything, and did not react in anyway when they placed the new food next to the old.

What happened between them anyway? he wondered as he watched the guards leave again. Yami claims that I do not understand, but what is there not to understand? Is there something Seto didn't tell me?

This new and disturbing thought concerned him. It seemed to likely for his comfort. All Seto had told him was that Yami had left him for Bakura. He had said it so stoically that Mokuba didn't question it. Seto had since thrown himself into his work with a fierce vengeance rivaled only by his work habits before Yami.

But that's just it. He was so happy with Yami and it seems that Yami was happy with Seto, so what happened? Could there have been some sort of misunderstanding which caused their break up?

Mokuba decided there was only one way to find out. He would have to have a little talk with Bakura, Yami, or Seto. Or, at the very best, all three.

Now it's just a matter of how the hell I'm going to be able to do that when, as is, I am somewhere I don't recognize, being held prisoner.

But it didn't matter. He would find a way to help Seto. No matter what.

A/N: More later, I promise. And a MUCH sooner later this time too...