Joey watched as a team of men in lab coats flooded the area, armed with cotton buds, plastic bags, suitcases and dusters. He watched as they covered everything in dust, examining everything. Kaiba retreated away from the room, calling upon all of his employees to get their prints taken. He arrived in his room to find a note on his desk.
'Nice try.
Do you really think it would be so easy? You're too predictable, Kaiba.
I'm really getting into this game, I even brought you a token…'
Seto looked down to find a photograph of him and Mokuba as children, he picked up the note with boiling blood.
'I think you understand where I am coming from. This ends right now. This is one battle that you cannot win.'
He looked up to the wall, staring blankly for a few moments before running out to find his brother. He ran straight into a wandering blond, knocking them both onto the floor.
'Ah, Kaiba, what the fuck? You're getting clumsy.' Joey got up steadily. 'I'm not exactly focused since I went cold turkey, so try not to kill me, kay?' The brunet grumbled as Joey pulled him to his feet.
'Where is Mokuba?' Joey shrugged.
'I dunno, kitchen probably. He snacks up about this time.' Seto nodded thanks running to the kitchen. But he was too late. His little brother was passed out on the floor next to a blade, blood streaming from his arm.
'Fuck!' Joey heard the scream from Kaiba, and darted into the kitchen. As soon as he saw the teen, he ran for the phone. Seto knelt by the younger Kaiba, holding him in his arms, stroking his hair lightly. 'It'll be ok, Moki, it'll be ok…' he whispered lightly into his brother's hair, his eyes watering with tears. He didn't care any more. Now the bastard would pay. No one fucks with a Kaiba and lives. Especially Seto Kaiba.
Joey ran back in to watch the angered Kaiba whisper to his brother. Moments later the paramedics arrived. Seto tried his best to hold on to his brother, begging the paramedics to let him go too, but they declined. They explained it would be easier and faster if they had space, and with that, Seto watched with hollowing eyes as they carried his brother away. He noticed, as he was pulled up onto the stretcher, a note drop from his brothers hand. He raced over to the paper, picking it up.
'Don't fuck with me, Kaiba.'
The brunet's eyes boiled over, hot tears streaming down his face, curving around his maddening snarl. He was been pushed to far and soon he would snap. He felt the paper crumble in his hands, before he tossed it at the wall.
Joey appeared behind him, placing a hand onto the brunet's shoulder.
'Seto?' The brunet's body turned rigid, as if suddenly frozen. 'Seto?' Joey repeated, before he felt the long body sigh, relaxing slightly. He squeezed the blue eyed boy's shoulder lightly, 'It'll be ok, ya know.'
'It wont.' He whispered hoarsely. 'This is my fault. If I wasn't so determined, this would have never happened…' Joey let his hand drop to the brunet's back, before encircling the brunet from behind.
'Anyone else wudda done the same. You're dealing with a maniac.'
'A fucking smart one.'
'Seto, you need to calm down, worrying won't help you. You need to be rational, look at the facts instead of digging into everything.'
'What do you mean?' Seto relaxed, his mind suddenly racing with new possibilities.
'Anyone that knows you, knows that you think everything through, work everything out. So they'd do something simple, because your mind is anything but…does that make sense?' The brunet nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing. 'God, you really are stupid when you're scared.'
'Say that again and I'll kick your…' Kaiba was cut off as the phone wrung. He glanced at Joey before walking off to pick up the receiver. Joey watched the brunet turn a vivid shade of white before slamming down the receiver.
'We need to go.' Was all he said, before grabbing Joey, his keys, and running.
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Second chapter tonight!
Woo! I hope this makes you happy!
A few of you have guessed at the blackmailer…so I'll let you in on some secrets…
It's not Roland. And it's not Duke. 0_0
You'll have to see. But I can promise it isn't them.
Anyway, I should be asleep now, my head hurts and stuff, but I need to write On My Own. I've been distracted all night by deviantart and Chris. Stupid Chris. Blame him.
Please R&R
Much love
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