Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.


"Alright everyone, gather round. We're going to be serving dinner and explaining the situation." Jordan called. Everyone shuffled outside.

This. Could. Not. Get. Any. Worse.

Seto held tight to his blackberry, pressing the top to his forehead in utter defeat, the grey screen blinking out of range.

He sat on a scratchy wool cot inside the medical tent where he had remained for most of the day to escape the 37 degree Celsius temperature and the remaining effects of the drugs.

"Come'n, sweet thang?" Robin cheerfully chirped, pushing the tent flap to the side and poking her head in. "We're having dinner and I'm sure you're hungry after today."

Seto glared at her, tucked the technical device away and stood, the top of his head brushing the tarp roof.

Outside everyone had gathered around a small sized campfire, some snacking on some sort of soup in a Styrofoam bowl. Decidedly, the CEO took a spot on the grassy ground, out of arms reach from the others. Seto looked at his bowl oddly as Nathan handed him one and a water bottle.

"Isn't Styrofoam one of the most harmful man made products to the environment?" he asked haughtily.

Kale, who had already finished his dinner and eyeing Eric's remaining slurps, looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, boss, I thought you said he didn't give a rats patookie about the non-corporate world."

Jordan shrugged. "He has his moments."

Phoenix snickered with laughter.

Seto on the other hand snorted sourly, glaring at her through the flames and she happily returned the gesture.

"Well that is true," Eric said, "About Styrofoam I mean. It is a very harmful thing. But this isn't normal Styrofoam; it's edible. It's stops us from polluting as badly. Some coffee shops in New York use them to- Kale, I'm not giving you any so back off!"

"But the rations are small because the rookie had to tag along!" Kale whimpered, clutching his stomach dramatically.

"Kale, you're a grown man for God's sake! Stop whining!"

"Edible?" Seto echoed over the arguing, curious to how someone could make something so un-edible look good.

"Mhm" answered Robin, "It tastes like dried pasta really, or to me anyway. Anyhoo eat up, your body's goin' to need it for tomorrow."

Seto looked down at the mixture of . . . well he didn't know quite what it was. Some of the chunks looked kinda like vegetables but he didn't exactly like the prospect of putting it in his mouth to find out the answer.

"What's in it?"

"Whoa, there rookie, don't ask that question!" Kale cut off. "When I joined the team I asked and the boss told me and now I really wished I hadn't asked!"

"Yet you still eat it," Eric added dryly. Kale grinned.

Seto felt a hand pat his shoulder.

Nathan smiled at him. " I had a hard time getting used to it to when I joined a year ago. It's a mix full of all the things your body needs to take the long hiking tomorrow. "

Once again Seto contemplated the sludge like mix.

"Com' on pretty boy, it ain't all steak and tarts but you'll need it," Colby boomed.

Seto glared at him and then at Jordan who was smirking, knowing if he didn't eat it he wasn't going to last the morning. Holding it up to his lips he slurped it up, out of spite if nothing else.

Jordan's, and just about everyone's eyebrows disappeared into their bangs.

"Ahaha! Way ta go rookie!" Kale cheered. "Finished it all in one go to!"

Sputtering, Seto coughed and hacked into his knees. "I-it's disgusting!"

" 'Said it was good for ya, never said ya'd like it" Colby chuckled.

Kale and Phoenix wrapped an arm around each other's shoulders and snickered. "Slimy, yet satisfying."

Eric wasn't the only one to roll his eyes. "You still watch those Disney movies? Why does that not surprise me?"

"Hey, Hakuna Matata," Kale smiled, tossing a piece of edible Styrofoam bowl into his mouth, and brushed that permanent dark curly lock of hair away from his face even though it fell right back into place.

"I like Snow White personally" sighed Robin breathlessly. "Such a dashing prince charming."

All the men rolled their eyes. 'Girls.'

And then it hit him; suddenly Seto realized he was in the middle of the jungle, with half a dozen people he didn't like, deciding on Disney movie preferences. How sick was that?

"Now that we've talked about completely useless information" Jordan snipped, in an attempt to bring the maturity level up a bit. "I'd like to talk about why we're here and what we need to do."

Instantly the group settled down, much to Seto's surprise.

"Well by the speed you got us out here it must be important" Eric said seriously.

Jordan nodded. "True. It seems one of the locals spotted Zahra."

Loud whooping and cheering interrupted her speech.

"Who's this "Zahra" I keep hearing about?" Seto interrupted. It was a strange new feeling to not be in complete control of his surroundings and he didn't like it, not one bit.

Speaking of new feelings, an odd look flooded the red head's eyes, fogging them up for several moments until she shook her head to clear her thoughts.

"She is a very special tiger."

"You put off signing my contract, force me to follow you all the way out here and all because of a cat?" His tone got colder with every syllable.

"While the tiger is part of the cat family, saying we came out here in search of a "cat" would be incorrect" said Nathan knowledgeably. "A "Panthera Tigris Bengalensis"would be the precise answer. They are generally found in Bangladesh and India, but are also known in Nepal, the country we are now bordering on. Panthera Tigris Bengalensis can also be found in Myanmar and Bhutan, and also southern Tibet. The Bengal tiger can weight up to-"

"Thank you, Nathan." Jordan said with a flat tone, with a hint of warning underneath. The young man flushed and looked down mumbling a small sorry for getting carried away.

"As I was saying," Jordan continued, "Zahra is a very special tiger. She has been missing for quite some time. One of the local villages said they have spotted a tigress near here and I won't dare try to blow her cover of safety by making a big deal about it. Whether you know it or not, Mr. Kaiba, you're in a war zone."

The last two words captured his attention immediately. "War zone?"

Squad T1 exchanged solemn glances.

"Poachers" Robin spat with enough malice to melt through the rock she was seated on. Jordan nodded and once again Seto saw her eyes glaze over with that weird look again.

"There are a lot of animals in these parts that are used for traditional medicine, fur or meat," Kale continued. He looked at the last remaining piece of his bowl, face twisted like the Styrofoam was a piece of something he'd rather not think of. "A lot of it though, is just sport hunting."

"Let's just say I am not well liked among those benefiting from the black market," Jordan smiled bitterly.

The conversation lulled into silence save for the cackling of the fire and the absent-minded munching of Kale who was finishing off the bowl Eric had finally given up.

"Um, you know, since Mr. Kaiba is here, he is technically part of the team right?" Nathan brought up timidly.

"Oh!" Robin gasped, clapping her hands together and grinning. "We should do the introductions!"

Jordan who looked lost deep in thought waved her hand airily as if to grant her permission.

Robin's flipped her strawberry blond hair over her shoulder. "My name is Robin Smithers and I'm Squad T1's medical doctor. I've known Jordan since she was a little girl. " Jordan flashed her a glare, and she laughed.

"If we have to introduce him like rookie that means we get to haze him to- Ouch!" Eric elbowed Phoenix sharply in the side. Rolling his eyes he sat up straight.

"I'm Eric Donolov, Left Hand and mechanical engineer specialist."

Kale belched. "Me next!" He cleared his throat.

"Here we go" Eric groaned.

"As you know I'm the wonderful, the magnificent, the always handsome Kale Peitro, but for short you can just call me God." He punctuated the last remark with a dramatic bow and flashy grin. "I'm navigator and arms specialist. Squad T1's been my home for six years which means senoirity rules, kid."

Seto glared and shifted. The idea of this lunatic knowing how to use weapons didn't sit with him well.

"Oh, well I guess I'll go next." Nathan flushed again, foldeding his hands neatly in his lap. "I'm Nathan Judd and I'm the veterinarian for Squad T1."

A familiar and detested ham like hand landed on Seto's shoulder, nearly making him topple sideways from the sudden weight.

"You'd be known' my name already I suppose" Colby remarked, "Colby Gerke, Right Hand an' founding member of Squad T1. You'd best be watchin' out mate, I've also served me 20 years in the army so you'll be keeping yourself straight while around my turf."

Seto glared at him. That was a pretty thinly veiled threat, even for him in front of all these people.

"And last but not least, I'm Phoenix." The young man sitting further in the dark than the others chewing a toothpick sent him a two-finger salute. His hair looked black from where Seto was seated, but the tips were dyed crimson. The CEO expected more but his name was all he gave.

Jordan sighed. "Time to hit the hay everybody. We have a long way to go tomorrow. Mr. Kaiba, you can bunk with the boys. I'll leave you five to work out the arrangement."

"Ta ta!" Robin giggled as she and Jordan stood and made their way into their own tent.

"I get top!" Kale, Phoenix and even Nathan blurted out all at once. A fierce rock, paper, scissors match ensued.

"What's so good about the top bunk?" Seto asked, confused.

"Nobody wants the bottom, because of the bugs," answered Colby.

"And you're the rookie, so as the hazing goes, you're the one on the bottom" smirked Kale.

"We're just deciding who's lucky enough to sleep the furthest away from you. Closest person's gonna go deaf when you scream and I rather like my eardrums" Phoenix snorted smartly.

"What have I said about hazing?!" Jordan's voice barked.

"Ears like a fox, that one," Phoenix grumbled, tossing his toothpick to the dirt. He and Kale stomped off. But Seto had a feeling this was only the start.

"Come on, pretty boy, you can sleep up a level, I'll take the floor." Colby clapped his back in what he must have thought was a gentle pat but almost succeeded in pushing the lanky CEO over.

Seto swore mentally as he slipped into the itchy covers that he would never make another snide remark at anybody if he could sleep soundly without any creepy crawlies tonight. Rolling on his side, Seto flipped open the little card shaped locket around his neck. Mokuba probably thought he had to go to some kind of emergency business meeting and was most likely staying with a friend. It had only been two days, there was no way anyone was out looking for him . . . yet. With a sigh Setoclosed the small door that held his brother's picture and closed his eyes. His mind refused to admit it but his body screamed with exhaustion. Slowly the idea of some six-legged creature crawling around below leaked out of his conscience and his eyelids sank . . .

And promptly snapped wide open.

All of them snored.


"Put it here! Hahaha!"

"Shhh! Hehehe, he's not gonna know what hit him!"

"Shhh!"

Lazily Seto squinted his eyes open, quickly snapped them shut as the suns first rays burned into his retinas. His body kinked and snapped as he sat up and stretched. What and uncomfortable night, this sure as hell was no Four Seasons Hotel. The tent flaps swayed and he could hear the voices of Phoenix, Kale and Colby chattering away outside deciding on some kind of route or other.

With a silent groan he looked up and saw a neatly folded pile of clothes at the end of his bed and a pair of rough looking boots on the floor. The young CEO ran his tongue along the roof of his mouth before picking of the articles of clothing, contemplating if there was any other way to do this. With a snort he tugged off his tie.

The first thing he pulled on was a thin white undershirt that clung a little to close but he didn't complain. Second he tugged an army green t-shirt over-top. He paused just before undoing the buttons to his pants. Carefully he pulled the card shaped locket over his head. The metal bounced against his chest. As he slipped into the matching green shorts Seto frowned. Being used to rather tight leather pants that left little to the imagination Seto shifted. Something was off. With a shrug he pushed his feet into the hiking boots. At least this was better than having to wear that hot suit, especially in this weather. As he pushed aside the tent door and felt the warm morning breeze brush his face signaling that today was going to be another scorcher if not worse.

Jordan patted down her backpack as she expertly crammed several more items into the top and pulled the drawstring tight before buckling the top flap shut. Before anyone saw she closed Robin's.

It wasn't that Robin couldn't handle the weight but the team needed their doctor in top condition. It was no use if someone got hurt and she was too exhausted to do the patching up properly. That excuse sounded plausible enough.

With a burst of breath Jordan lifted it up and took it outside where the others bags were already packed and waiting. She turned to go back in but an odd sight stopped her in her tracks.

Seto and Jordan's eyes locked.

The CEO raised an eyebrow as her gaze lowered down his body, lingering longer at his thighs than anywhere else. He was even more surprised when the apples of her cheeks deepened into a rosy red. Slowly she leaned back.

"Robin, I think I found what you're looking for!"

The bubbly doctor bounced around the corner. "You found my shorts? I swear I left them on top of my backpack last night-" She froze. "Oh . . . my . . ."

"Who ordered the CHICKEN LEGS!!!"

Seto turned sharply to see Kale, Phoenix roaring with laughter.

The CEO turned so red he looked like a radish with hair. Even Robin and Nathan couldn't help but snicker a little though they tried to hide it behind their hands. Jordan snorted.

Grabbing his hand, Jordan dragged him back into the tent, sending a meaningful glare in two in trouble members of Squad T1.

"Here, change into these. They're Colby's but if you use a belt I think they could fit."

Seto took the material. "Go ahead."

"Go ahead what?"

"Go ahead and laugh," he snarled, "It must be SO funny to see good old powerful me stuck like this."

For a moment the pair glared at each other, neither willing to give up an inch but then Jordan's eyes softened, only for a mere second, however it was enough to throw the Kaiba off.

"Don't insult me Mr. Kaiba, I view this team seriously and I don't have time to laugh at petty pranks," she said in a business like tone, handing him a worn looking leather belt.

"Besides, before this trip is over you'll lose the chicken legs."

"Hey! I don't have-!" Seto sputtered angrily, face turning red.

Jordan ignored him. "Alright everybody, we've wasted enough time as it is. Let's get these tents down and move out!"

Seto looked down and realized he had been clutching the shorts to his chest. With a mini explosion the so-called 'World Champion' also realized with just more than a little horror, that his enemy had turned him into a wimpy girl.

'Hmph, I'll show her. I'll show them all! . . . But first I need to get these things on before those morons try something else.

With a nervous glance over his shoulder Seto Kaiba dived head first into an experience he would never forget.

Whether that was ever a good or bad thing he'll never know.


"Strapped in good?"

Those words never sounded right, whether it was a pimply teen making sure he wasn't about to fly off a ride or more recently the memory of being tossed all willy-nilly out the back of a plane. Those three words should never be used in the same sentence; especially to the brunette rookie who was swaying rather dangerously under the weight of the backpack.

"What's in this?" he more or less panted.

Robin looked up from checking one of the buckles that went around his waist, a smile on her face. He was starting to think it was stuck that way.

"Well there's a bedroll, everyone carries an emergency kit in case you get separated."

Seto gulped.

"And there's also things like a first aid kit. Yours is the lightest, I think Jordan only packed the lighter stuff like the maps and things like that. She always carries the heavier things." The last statement was more of a mumble to herself.

The afterthought made Seto look up.

Further up away Jordan was already stomping her way up a small hill to survey the area, map and compass in hand, not even breaking a sweat despite the enormously heavy looking hiking backpack bound tightly to her back. Even the other boys hadn't worked up the steam to do that yet.

For some reason he couldn't take his eyes off her as he helped Robin get her backpack on. Not because she was pretty, she was from it in his opinion, and not because she noticed his staring and was now looking right back at him with unwavering amber eyes. No, it was because she was a worthy opponent, and even the mighty Seto Kaiba knew when to respect someone for it.

"Make sure you stretch before we really ge'it motorin'" boomed Colby so loudly Seto was sure the brute had to be standing behind him with a megaphone.

"Let's move already!" came Jordan's voice from over the hill.

Seto took a deep breath. He was determined to prove his worth.

The sun had barely risen and it was already smoldering hot, nothing like the nicely air-conditioned wonderland of his office. If sitting his chair behind his desk even with the annoying high-pitched helium voice of his secretary meant somewhere cool and comfy he was willing to pay the price.

"Hey Kaiba-pants, you're gonna get left behind."

Seto looked up and glared at the owner of the voice. "You realize you've just disrupted my daydream, don't you?"

Kale grinned. "Yeah I know, but the boss told me to give you the low down on what to do when you run into an animal."

"Like what?" Seto sneered.

"Like say, a rhino" he replied nonchalantly.

Seto's eyes narrowed. "There are rhinos here in India? I thought they only resided in Africa."

"Nope" Kale responded cheerily, as if they were discussing the statistics of a baseball player and he had proven him wrong.

"The Indian Rhino, a.k.a. the Great One-Horned Rhinoceros parks itself here in India and Nepal. It's the only places to find it really."

Seto clamored ungracefully over a fallen log. "If they're as big as the ones in Africa I'm sure I'll see them before they see me."

"That's not the problem," Kale countered, readjusting the bandanna around his neck. "They could know you're all ready there before you get the chance to know you're in rhino country."

"But rhinoceros have bad eyesight." Seto grunted, nearly tripping over a large root.

"It's not their eyesight you need to worry about. The Indian rhino has an amazing sense of hearing and smell. If you ain't downwind they'll smell ya, and if you so much as brush by a bush, believe me they'll hear ya."

The brunette CEO frowned at this and Kale seemed to notice the grimace.

"Don't worry. If you see a rhino and you know they've got you on the radar- heh even if they don't- just back up slowly and never make any sudden movements. You don't want two and a half metric tons of sharp horned hell and fury coming after you. They can go up to 55 km per hour and maintain it for short distances. Try out running that while lost in the mountains."

Seto silently gulped.

"That's why we respect that this is their natural habitat," said a new voice. Jordan held out her hands to help steady them both as they crossed a slippy stream bed. Seto ignored it. "The right set of mind it to know that this is their home, we're just the unwanted guests."

Seto steadied himself. Jordan motioned for Kale to move up to join the group up ahead then handed a tired looking Seto a water bottle.

"Stay hydrated, you're body isn't used to this kind of assertion" she said nonchalantly.

Seto snorted bitterly. "I'm in top physical form, I'll have you know." Just to spite her he refused the bottled liquid life.

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Top physical shape and hiking non-stop through the Himalayas are two different things." She pushed the water back into his hands. "I'm not doing this to look after you; we can't have you slowing us down because you passed out from dehydration."

Cold hearted witch.

A little devil version of himself popped up on his shoulder. "Annoying little psychopath, that one. Hey, see that jagged outcropping over there? Push her over it, nobody'll notice." Oh how hadly he wanted to listen to that side.

"Don't even think about it mister!" the angel side of him squeaked angrily. "She's looking out for your best interest. You don't want to pass out now either do you?"

Seto stayed silent and the angel took it as a no.

"I didn't think so. So stop being so stubborn!"

Oddly enough the tiny devil-him concurred. "Considering you're actually listening to us, I think that's enough to say you're dehydrated. But I still like the pushing her off the cliff idea. You know you want to."

"That's enough!" The angel snapped. "Don't give him ideas. And you mister! You should be more considerate because believe it or not you two have identical personalities! So you'd better get used to it!"

And with a poof they were gone.

The thought made startled him. HER like HIM? It gave him goose bumps. No wonder he didn't get along together, she was the female version of him. Wow, he really did need that water. He snatched away the water without so much as looking at her, nose in the air.

"Humans think they own everything," Jordan said, breaking him from his mini epiphany.

"They think this earth is they're right to control and all the creatures on it are there to serve and fatten they're bank accounts. It's disgusting."

Seto noted the cold fury hiding within the syllables of those words and he couldn't help but feel that the undertone was somewhat directed at him even though she kept her eyes straight ahead and her pace brisk.

"Everyone freeze!" Eric kept his voice low and everyone stiffened in alarm.

Suddenly Seto found himself forced to crouch low to the ground as everyone dropped to the ground like cats listening for a dog. Jordan had her hand on the back of his neck and mouthed 'Don't move.'

His heart thundered in his chest against his will, his blood running cold. Was it an animal, elephant, rhino . . . tiger? Curiously, Jordan held up her hand and showed the devil horn sign that peopled normally used to rock out with at a rock concert.

Eric shook his head and everyone except for a very confused Kaiba let out a subtle sigh of relief. Instead Eric flashed the 'Hang loose' sign and everyone sighed much more audibly and stood up, dusting themselves off.

"What was that?" Seto demanded, but still keeping his voice low.

"This" Jordan held up the devil horn sign again, "means poacher. And this" she held up hangs loose, "means locals." She turned to the team. "We'll give them a wide east birth."

"But that'll push us into grassland," warned Kale.

Jordan smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder. "When wronged what is the best thing to do?"

" . . . Take the high road?" the dark haired young man replied delicately.

"Bingo. We're gonna scale that."

Seto followed her pointed finger. A sheer wall of cliffs stood like an impenetrable wall jagged and not at all an inviting place to stand near let alone climb.

"If we can manage that we'll have a great view of the fields and be able to plan out way around it without being seen. And who knows, maybe Mr. Kaiba will be able to see a real rhino," she finished, smirking in amusement at the flash of shock and fear that sparked across his sweaty but handsome features. Seto noticed this and glared.

"Sounds good to me." Phoenix complied, spitting out a very chewed toothpick.

Squad T1 one helped each other out of their backpacks, including Seto, and all of them stretched happily, rotating their sore feet. The brunette also noticed with sickening realization, that the back of his entire shirt was soaked with sweat. Only one word could do it justice: Ew.

"There's a harness in the second pocket" Phoenix said, walking behind him.

Seto turned and watched him suspiciously. There was something about this guy, something he couldn't quite put his finger on that set him on edge. True he didn't know him all that well but that was all the more reason not to trust him, especially in his books. He wasn't like Mokuba when it came to people. Seto Kaiba was not a social butterfly, not in the least; maybe that was one of the reasons he was in this very predicament.

"Hurry up we don't have much time," Eric said, who was also regarding Phoenix carefully.

Phoenix raised an eyebrow and lifted his hands, showing that he had nothing hiding in his fingers. "Loosen up, Donolov."

Eric hissed, spitting something at him in a language that gave his slight accent full power, Russian by the sounds of it. The dark haired junior sneered then stomped away.

"I don't trust that guy." He sat with a sigh. Seto silently agreed.

"'Right pretty boy, looks like we're paired again," Colby grinned.

Seto scowled.

Ten minutes later and he still had the same scowl etched permanently in his features, although it had grown deeper, just like the nasty wedgie he was getting all thanks to Colby.

"Almost there pretty boy. How's the view?"

"Oh it's great" Seto replied scathingly, putting every drop of sarcasm and venom his being had to offer into each syllable. Colby just chuckled.

This couldn't get anymore awkward. Because of the way he was positioned the front of his body was pressed against Colby's back, arms over his shoulders as to retain some means of escape from the massive pain in his-

"Heh, you should be thankful." Jordan panted lightly, a fine sheen of sweat covering her face, legs, and almost overly muscular arms, her lightly tanned arms speckled with freckles at the shoulders. Seto watched as the red head scampered up the wall like she was simply walking down a street, not climbing up a sheer rock face. She only glanced back at him once but it was enough to figure out what she was thinking.

"You're enjoying me being completely emasculated, I hope?" God, this harness was starting to ride up in areas a harness should never be.

Jordan turned to look back at him. "I-"

Her face turned white.

All Seto heard was a horrible snap and then felt his body slowly slipping, down through the humid air. Colby tried to turn around and catch one of his hands but it missed by inches. Others watched in horror, repelling down but not fast enough. He knew how this was going to end, there was no escaping it; the sharp rocks at the bottom would be his doom. He could just see it now:

"Seto Kaiba, most powerful man in the world dies in tragic rock climbing incident thanks to faulty gear. Why was he in the Himalayans? Nobody knows, all we do know is he was strapped to an Australian man's back."

What a great picture that would paint of his reputation.

Seto let out a loud, hard "ghack!" as he was jerked quite literally from his thoughts to see a pair of dirty freckled hands locked onto his wrists. The CEO looked up in surprise. Jordan's face was twisted in pain; eyebrows scrunched together, teeth bared and eyes narrowed as she tried to hang on him. But there was something else, Seto looked up over her shoulder and saw that her foot had become tangled in the ropes and because of his extra weight was cutting into her skin, releasing a line of blood to snake most cruelly down her calf.

"Hold . . . onto me . . . stupid!" She grunted.

Seto dropped his gaze to below them. Nothing but sharp rocks and a long painful roll down to back into the woods, holding on sounded like a pretty good idea. His larger hands gripped her wrists just as the rest of Squad T1 desperately tried to aid them.

Jordan squeezed her eyes shut. "For a skinny guy . . . you sure are heavy."

Seto almost smiled. Almost. Considering they were dangling dangerously off the side of a cliff and she was trying to make a joke, yeah, that definitely deserved an almost Kaiba smile until a agonized yelp came from his lifeline as they fell sharply down another few inches. Jordan's eyes flew wide, staring over her shoulder.

The metal loophole she'd nailed into the rock face was slipping.

"Miss Taylor!" Colby exclaimed.

Jordan's head whipped around, eyes blurring back and forth trying to think of sort of plan. Seto switched back between her and the failing lifeline. There was only one way.

"Let go."

"What?"

"I said let me go!" he ordered.

She looked at him like he was nuts, which in all honesty he probably was.

"No! The ground down there's too dangerous!"

He glared. "Well if you haven't noticed it's not exactly safe up here either! Let go of me, you're less likely to fall without my weight."

Jordan gaped at him, mouth opening and closing. For once, she didn't know what to say. Seto smirked. Taking a deep breath the CEO relinquished his grip around her wrists, blue eyes closed as he pictured his landing to be like Wile E. Coyote's off of the cartoons Mokuba liked to watch. Of course Seto was surprised even slightly disappointed when after a handful of heart thumping moments nothing happened. No god-awful 'thud' no breaking bones . . . just nothing.

"Like I would let you kill yourself that easily," Jordan sneered in a grunt. "You trying to save me is sweet 'n all but I don't think lugging your ugly corpse around is gonna be any easier than the live you."

Seto frowned sharply. "You idiot-"

The words barely left his mouth when the anchor gave sending them both into a free-fall back down to earth and quite possibly their deaths.

Jordan's hands clenched in his shirt and at some point his arms became wrapped around her torso. The last thought to run through his mind was how incredible soft she felt in his arms.


Thanks to those who reviewed. I'm sorry if I didn't reply to some, I promise I'll be better on that this time around lol

Yes this is a bit of a cliff-hanger (pun intended) I'm already started on the next chapter. Can't say when it'll be out though. I'm working on yet another Seto Kaiba fic as well coming soon :D Thank you for reading, and please review if you'd like.

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