Seto could not rest that night. Mokuba was sleeping, and although it was only about eight in the evening, the young CEO knew that it was going to be a long night. His mind was on overload thinking about all that had happened during the day. Meeting Kira, dueling Pegasus, dueling her . . . and losing. He promised himself when he was younger that he would own a real Blue Eyes White Dragon Card. He managed to find all four, destroying the fourth, so that he owned the only BEWD cards in existence. Until now . . . Seto was exhausted, but he had too much to figure out before he could sleep. Then an idea occurred to him. He had been to worn out from his duel with her father to be his best in his battle with Kira, and that was the reason that she had defeated him. That's a lie and you know it. But perhaps it was enough – enough to get his card back. Or there was always the alternative – force. Seto pulled out his phone while starting to search for possible blackmail material on his computer.

"Roland, I need you here right away."

- - - - - - - - -

Nearly two hours later, Mokuba came running into his older brother's study with a terrified look on his face. "Seto! Seto!"

"What is it, Mokuba?" Seto asked, his concern showing on his face. "Did you have another nightmare?"

"Well, yes, I mean, no," Mokuba bit his lip. "I guess it was a dream, but it seemed so real, big brother!" Seto shook his head.

"You know dreams aren't real, Mokuba. They're just . . ."

"But, Seto, I think Kira's in trouble!" The young boy was extremely frightened.

"What?" But how could he know . . . It must be a coincidence.

"C'mon! You've got to help!"

"Get a grip, Mokuba. It was a dream, nothing more. Now please, go to bed." Seto realized how harsh his words had to sound to the twelve-year-old, but he was tired. But Mokuba didn't leave. He timidly stood in the doorway and took a deep breath before speaking.

"Seto, you didn't do anything . . ." Seto looked down, for once embarrassed. "How could you?" The CEO glared at his younger brother. Mokuba never disagreed with him, never told him he was wrong. Seto walked over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Listen, brother," The younger Kaiba flinched at the name. "Do you know how long I worked to get those cards? Do you have any idea what it took? No, you don't, and you can't possibly understand."

"Seto, let me go! You're the one who doesn't understand!" His older brother released him roughly.

"Go to bed NOW!" He ordered.

"Maybe I don't want to." Mokuba said spitefully. "But you should know something, Seto. When I was back in that dungeon at Pegasus Castle, when you weren't there to help me, she did. She gave her share of food. That's why they moved her, Seto. Did you know that? Did she tell you?" Mokuba turned and stomped out of the room. His older brother could hear him all the way down the hallway. Now my brother's mad at me too! What am I doing? Seto tried, but he could not shake the image of his brother's disappointed face from his mind. He took his phone back out.

"Roland, call off . . . what in the world happened to you?" Two of his employees walked in, one limping, the other holding his right arm and wincing in pain. Seto forgot all about his reason for calling his second in command. "That was not meant to be a difficult task! I suppose she beat both of you up at the same time?"

"Well, kinda," answered the first.

"But not really," interjected the second suited man. "I mean, we had her, then all of the sudden there was this flash of light, and then this dragon-looking thing attacked us!"

"It had claws and wings and everything!" added the first man. Seto rubbed his head in frustration.

"INCOMPETENT FOOLS! Where do I find such crazy people? You're fired, both of you!"

"But Mr. Kaiba! My family . . . I . . ."

"No buts!"

"We're telling the truth, sir!"

"Get out now!" Seto fairly growled his last command with a strength that sent the two grown men running terrified from the room. He would have to take care of this personally.