Nina: *gremlin laugh* It's done! It's finally done!

Asa: Stop with the insane laugh please.

Nina: Don't you see, Asa? I finally finished the second chapter to this story!

Asa: Well, you took so long I lost my enthusiasm.

Nina: Blast you!

Asa: Blast yourself. But look at all the reviews we got from MY chapter!

Nina: So, I can get some too.

Asa: We'll see about that.

Nina: Fine! Onward!

*~*~* Longed and Lost *~*~*~*

Slowly, gently, Seto blinked the small particles of setting sunlight from outside of his window blinds. The day was turning into night and upon looking at the flashing red numbers of a clock that sat on his work desk, he realized that it was indeed late in the evening. Shaking the sudden chill of sleepiness that was beginning to overwhelm him, he closed the lid of his laptop and placed it carefully in his suitcase. The familiar drone of the intercom buzzed annoyingly, making him threat to break it with his own fists.

"No more calls please." He said after pressing the button quite hard from irritability. "I'm going home now."

"Very well, Mr. Kaiba. Have a pleasant evening."

Without responding, Seto leaned back in his seat and sighed deeply, taking in the office air around him before getting up and starting towards the door. Taking one last glance at his office as he always does before leaving, Seto couldn't help but have a knawing feeling in his heart that something was wrong or forgotten.

"Well that's why I have folks to remind me." He mumbled to himself. Groping for the switch, he flicked it downward to turn the lights off. Going down the corridor, there was another chill in the air, like a presence that swiftly passed behind him. Looking behind him, there was no one there, only empty space and silence. He raised a hand to his chestnut colored hair and scratched lightly. Not from confusion but from slight annoyance. He made a mental note to go straight to bed when he gets home. He pictured the thought in his head. Opening the grand doors to the master bedroom, slightly running into the comforts of his king-sized bed and flopping down on the freshly washed blankets. Last of all, curling into a tight ball before letting his eyes fall and sinking into a deep slumber. The thought itself was as craving as food for a starving man, almost mouth watering.

Outside, a limo waited for him as always. Ready to instantly take off as soon as Seto settled himself into the car. And it did. As the minutes passed, Seto could feel his head drop occasionally from sleepiness. He swore from his current position his bed was calling silently to him. His main goal, the ultimate comfort, just a stride away as the limo pulled up to the Kaiba mansion. Stepping out and giving the driver a healthy tip, Seto prepared himself for a tackle attack that his younger brother would always give him everyday coming from work. Unlocking the door and opening it, he waited for the pitter patter of small feet to come down the stairs and to the door. But to his amazement, there was nothing.

"Mokuba?" Seto called. His own voice escalated the silence in the room by sending an echo of his call, through the halls and up the stairs. "Mokuba?" he asked again, this time a little louder. Even if Mokuba was sleeping, he would have heard him this time. Not as much as growing worried, Seto raced up the stairs and entered the room beside his own, only to find it empty. Mokuba's bed has been disturbed, as if he's been lying in it. Panicking slightly, Seto exited the room and entered the bathroom across the hall. He repeated this process in the many of rooms they have in the mansion, but still no sign of the young Kaiba.

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A rusted bolted door opened, followed by a haunting creak brought fear into the young boy who sat in the corner amidst the dark and damp room. Wind from the outside carried itself into the room, temporarily blowing away the assaulting stench that hung about. Such a small thing brought a small amount of relief to the boy until the door closed behind the figure that entered. Once again, it was dark. A blinding darkness, in which you'd have to heavily rely on all other senses to understand what's going on. But they failed the boy, because he could only hear the small "swish" noise of material rubbing against the person who walked toward him silently. It stopped abruptly only to have a harsh kick in the ribs to the boy. The young child arched his back in pain and gave a startled and pained cry from the rough blow to a sensitive area.

"Mokuba…Mokuba…" the voice wasn't familiar but carried a tone of rasping and darkness, much like what a snake sounds when angry. "Whatever happens isn't your fault. Know that it's your brother's. He brought this all upon you." Mokuba rolled on his back to ease the pain that coursed through his upper body.

"Shut up! My brother would never do something like this to me!" More steps were heard, and Mokuba leaned his head against the floor to listen how close and what direction they were coming from. The figure stood over Mokuba, placing both knees on either side of him and leaning in close.

"You listen to me…" he breathed. "If you want to live, you'll tell me where Seto Kaiba keeps his Egyptian God Cards. All three of them!" Mokuba winced as the figure continued to breathe his hot breath on his face. He was unbearably close to Mokuba, making him feel more and more uncomfortable.

"No…" Mokuba whimpered, turning his head aside. Immediately, the person above him, his breath quickened in amazement. A cold, firm hand grasped Mokuba's tender face and turned it so once again he was facing him.

"What?" the voice was strained and dry. It was commanding and frightful, but Mokuba refuse to betray his brother.

"I said I won't tell you!" Mokuba screamed. In a desperate attempt to get away, Mokuba pulled in all the courage he had and spat in the figure's face. A stressed scream came from above, a signal for Mokuba to make a quick getaway but to where? The door was bolted shut. Just as long as he could get from under the figure he didn't care. He wanted to be rescued by his brother urgently, and now was a good as time as any. Running footsteps could be heard behind Mokuba. Mokuba panicked and began running faster, but being in a darkened room was to his disadvantage. Without putting his hands in front of himself to see, Mokuba slammed straight into the wall, face first. Gritting his teeth so he wouldn't make a cry, Mokuba could feel the moist, sticky liquid run down his face. Some which fell into his mouth, a dirty coppery taste of his own blood. He paced backwards slowly placing his hands over his face to stop the bleeding, not knowing where he was going until he bumped into something tall and soft. His bright blue eyes opened in horror as two hands dug into his shoulders.

"How dare you!" the voice screeched. "No matter! I'll get the information from you one way or another!" As if my mental commanded, the bolted door opened and with a sharp push Mokuba was shoved out the door. Mokuba stumbled over his footing and landed on the floor with a loud thud. Mokuba struggled to remove himself from the floor, but the figure quickened his pace and dug his hand into Mokuba's hair lifting the unsteady boy to his feet.

"Arrg!" Mokuba cried. The grip to his hair tightened, and he jerked back from a sharp pull as if his hair snagged onto something.

"Don't move!" the voice boomed. "Don't make a sound, either!" Hesitatingly, Mokuba obeyed fearing that if he did either of the two, his ebony hair would be ripped from his scalp. The more they walked, the more Mokuba schemed, trying to come up with a decent plan to escape. But his thoughts were interrupted by the swinging of a door as they entered into another dim room. Dim but not dark, still Mokuba had a hard time taking in his surroundings. All he could make out was a small pool of water in the floor in front of them and a bed on the other side. With a loud grunt, Mokuba felt himself being shoved on the floor on his back. The slickness of the floor sliding him near the small pool but not enough for him to fall in. In the small light of the room, he could see the figure more clearly. It was a man, dressed in velvet, violet robe that showed almost no skin. The hood itself masked the face of the assaulter but not for long. Just as the man lowered himself to assail Mokuba again, Mokuba was able to see the inside of his hood. The face of the assaulter before he felt his head being pushed underwater and held there.

Mokuba struggled to break free but the man's hold was much too strong. If he took in a breath, he would swallow water and lose his life. He was running out of time and out of breath until he was pulled out. Mokuba sputtered the water that he swallowed bit by bit. Although wet in the face with cold water, he could feel his own warm tears begin to fall.

"TELL ME WHERE THE GOD CARDS ARE!" screeched the man. Weakly, Mokuba shook his head in protest, a signal for him to be dunked underwater again against his will. This went on for hours.

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"GET UP! YOU WON'T SLEEP WHEN I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!!"

Mokuba opened one eye, the lights brighter this time almost blinding him. He cringed and twisted a bit, but found he could barely move. Opening both eyes, he was strapped down to the bed he saw earlier. Looking up, he saw a hand move swiftly before it made contact with his face with a loud slap.

"WAKE UP NOW!" the man screamed again. "WHERE ARE THOSE GOD CARDS???" Mokuba took a few deep breaths to subdue his fear. He continuously felt the fear swimming in his stomach, forcing its way up his throat, almost settling in his mouth ready to spill at any given time.

"My answer hasn't changed. I won't tell you." He answered softly, showing his exhaustion. The man above him drew in a sigh before removing the large hood that covered his face, revealing a darkly tanned face, lavender eyes and dusty blonde hair. Mokuba blinked at the sight of his eyes. Not the color, although the brightness did stun him some, but the crazed look that it carried. Mokuba was under the mercy of an insane maniac!

"Malik won't take that as an answer." The man said. "Malik won't take it at all. Not without a punishment." Mokuba squinted his eyes in confusion.

"Is that your boss?" he asked. The man laughed and like his voice it was strained so it sounded more like a crow.

"I am Malik!" he laughed. Malik proceeded to run his fingers down Mokuba's pale face, trace over his small jawbone and further down his neck. He stopped just above the boy's collarbone and grinned crazily. "You know what I crave most? More than anything?" Malik reached into a pocket in his robe and pulled out a blade. "Hearing the cries of my captives." His tone of voice changed, sending shivers down Mokuba's spine and his small heart beating rapidly against his frail ribcage. Mokuba's gaze shifted to the floor. He was too afraid to see what was coming. To his surprise, he heard small clicks of the buckles that held him down.

"If you move I'll hurt you." Malik growled. Mokuba grimaced when Malik pushed his face so close to his. Too close like the first time, he was able to feel Malik's hot breath on his cheek, followed by a slow, wet, lick of the tongue. Mokuba's eye twitched and he groaned in disgust, pressing his small hands on Malik and pushing him away.

'This could be it!' Mokuba thought. 'My getaway!' Mokuba crawled over the bed while Malik tried to regain his balance from the push. He was near the door when Malik grabbed his arm and clutched it tightly, twisting it.

"I TOLD YOU DON'T MOVE!" he screeched. "NOW I HAVE TO PUNISH YOU!" With another twist, there was a sickening crack followed by Mokuba's scream of anguish. Malik had broken him arm. When released, Mokuba's arm hung limply next to him and he whimpered slightly. Malik grinned as if he accomplished something grand by breaking an arm. What egged him on was the trembling of Mokuba's lips. Harshly, Malik pressed a finger onto his small shaking lips.

"Are you really afraid of me, Mokuba?" he asked. Mokuba nodded, almost frantically bringing a wider smile to Malik's face before he showed a look of worry and concern. "Aw, little Mokuba. What are you really scared of?" he asked again. Mokuba flinched when Malik's hand pressed against his face and he immediately hissed in disappointment. "Don't do that to me!"

"I hope you rot in the underworld, Malik!" Mokuba spat, and then gasped when he realized what he said. Malik's eyes lowered threateningly and shot an ice cold look. He reached out and grabbed what was closet to him. Mokuba's hair. Once again he bared his teeth before hissing at the small boy, ripping Mokuba's shirt with his free hand and taking out the blade. Mokuba's eyes widened in fear.

"You don't think!" Malik hissed. "You should know your place Mokuba Kaiba!" Malik placed the blade over Mokuba's collarbone and firmly pressed down. Mokuba stiffened a cry and trembled more under Malik's hold, encouraging him more to continue. Malik continued to press harder until the crimson line formed, spilling some of its contents. The sight itself was beautiful in Malik's eyes and he wanted to see more. He thrusted the blade until more blood spurted out. Throughout the room, Mokuba's screams vibrated and pierced through the hard cover walls.

TBC

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Nina: Nyah! I tortured the small Kaiba! And it felt so good!

Asa: Sicko.

Nina: What was that?

Asa: *sheepishly* Nothing.

Nina: *lifts eyebrow*

Asa: I wuv you.

Nina: Whatever. Please review what you think about this chapter. I hope I didn't let the characters be out of character.

Asa: I wouldn't say so—

Nina: Nobody asked you. Just finish this note.

Asa: *sighs* Please submit a review to keep this story going. It's up to you to keep Nina's head bigger than the moon with your praises.

Nina: Asa!

Asa: Remember, flames are for roasting, not for burning authoresses! *runs off*

Nina: *chases*