Nervous. Unfitted. Insecure. Tipping in my chair and biting my nails.

It was dark.

I didn't turn any lights on. I just sat in my chair, in front of this desk of mine, facing the windows which were covered by thick cobalt curtains. I couldn't collect my thoughts, I couldn't focus, I was uncomfortable, unsure of what kind of trouble I started. The cut on my index finger is still stinging.

My cell phone buzzed, scaring the living daylights out of me.

I turned a sharp gaze at it, as it lit up and vibrated it's way across my desk. I snatched it up and looked at it. I had one new text message from Jounochi.

Hey,

I sent someone over.

He needs to chill there a few days.

I stared at the message, disgusted with the words. I signed my name in blood but I will not let myself or my brother be at risk that easily.

Tomorrow.

I typed quickly and sent it waiting impatiently for the reply that came almost immediately.

Today.

I sneered at my phone, more than a little annoyed. Already he was using my resources and I hadn't even received his portfolio yet. I thought momentarily before returning my attention to my phone, which just now buzzed in my hand.

He's outside, let him in.

I furrowed my brows and got up. Walking with my phone still in my hand, I went to the security room down the hall and checked the camera for the outside gate. No one was standing there. I raised a brow and looked carefully then thought uncomfortably. With extreme suspicion I switched the view to the front door and almost jumped when a face was looking directly into mine.

The boy seemed like a ghost to me: pale, small, sneaky and undetectable. I scrunched my nose and made my way down the grand staircase to the entrance hall. I walked briskly to the heavy wood doors and hesitated as my hand made contact with the cold metal handle.

The phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down at it and checked the message.

I'm going to stay out tonight.

It was from Mokuba. I was expecting it to be from Jounochi but I guess there really wasn't much to say at this point now was there? I texted Mokuba an okay and sent the message.

Then I opened the door with a face that could kill even those already dead. Then he, the boy who I now recognized looked up at me with red, tired eyes.

"Yugi?" I questioned slightly shocked, from what I could remember, Jounochi and him weren't good friends. Perhaps my memory was hazy? I gave up trying to remember as I observed Yugi's face again. Frankly he looked disgusting. His gelled hair was lopsided, face tear streaked, eyes red, clothes dirty, arm bleeding and mouth trembling. I didn't want to ask. I didn't need to hear some ridiculous sob story late at night from someone I hardly cared about.

I waited momentarily and when he didn't come in, I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him in and shut the heavy door, quite slowly because of the weight, behind us.

He stood there, weak and frail, like some kind of lifeless corpse. His eyes stared blankly down at the floor and his shoulders were rounded pitifully. I felt the urge to throw him out but restrained myself from doing so. His arm was still bleeding. It bothered me. Was he an idiot?

"Follow me." I ordered coldly, not willing to touch him again. He obliged to my relief.

I led him to the guest room the floor below mine and allowed him in. Then I left and returned to my own room. If he couldn't figure out the set out sleep-wear and towels pre-prepared for guests, then he could suffer as he was. Which was a mess. I would never allow myself to look that way in front of anyone.

I went to sleep.

For those of you who may be wondering why Kaiba is so weird the way I write him, it is because, this is my first attempt at writing from Kaiba's P.O.V. ^^