Joey sat restlessly in his seat. He had never been afraid of flying, nor was he uncomfortable with the odd stares he received when others found out that he was associated with Seto Kaiba. No, he was restless for other reasons that those blank faces would never understand.

He wanted to see him; he wanted to see him badly. The physical distance, it being a whole ocean, had really hurt him, and now their communication distance was starting to take a toll on his already battered heart. Joey wanted for his sake, and hopefully for Seto's sake to figure this out. What were they missing?

"Twenty minutes 'til touchdown Mr. Wheeler," said the overcom in the private jet.

Joey shuffled in his seat. He had wanted to take a public airline, but when he asked for the fee to be paid by putting it on Seto Kaiba's account, and when he mentioned that his name was Joey Wheeler, they instantly whisked him off to be taken by Seto's personal jet.

"I suppose it's the benefit of dating a billionaire," muttered Joey under his breath.

Sighing Joey looked out the window to stare at the clouds going by, his mind whirling with questions. He felt anxious, excited, but yet scared. Things sure had been rough these past few days, but once he confronted Seto once more, he knew it would all be alright again. But there was still that one question.

What were they missing?

"Geez, this is definitely playing with fire. What Mr. Kurama is thinking is beyond me," said the man, half talking to the newspaper and half talking to his female partner.

"Well, Mr. Kurama has a bigger income than you do so you as might as well get use to it. And besides it doesn't take much to be beyond you," the lady sneered back, "Let's just stay focused on the target and get this over with."

The man took a huge sigh and returned to his paper. Every once in awhile his darting eyes would venture out beyond the top of the paper and peer into the crowd. The two were sitting in the lobby of the huge airport. He leaned over to his partner.

"Okay, Syrina, how are we supposed to spot this guy?"

"Well Darious, he would look a lot like that guy asking for information over there," replied Syrina, casually nodding towards the information booth were Joey stood, waiting for hotel information.

"Huh, he does look a lot like what Mr. Kurama described. It is hard to miss that blond hair," he sighed and laid down his paper. Out from his pocket he drew his MP3, which of course really wasn't one and put in his ear buds. Instantly he could hear Joey's voice come through.

"Yes, is there a car here for me?" There was a pause and a murmur followed by an answer, "Joey Wheeler."

Darious looked over at the patiently waiting Syrina, leaning his MP3 screen over and whispered, "It's him, let's go."

Syrina smiled and started to slowly get up, keeping her eyes casually in Joey's direction. Darious put his MP3 away and started to scoop up the bags the two were carrying. They both watched Joey from a safe distance and pretended to be in conversation with each other.

"Ah, thank you," said Joey, picking up his bag and heading towards the entrance of the airport. Joey had never been to New York, but it wasn't a surprise to find a limo waiting for him.

The chauffeur headed towards him, "Here Mr. Wheeler, let me get your bag. Shall I take you to Mr. Kaiba's hotel?"

Joey nodded and got in, unaware that the two stalkers had caught a cab directly behind him. These two moved quickly.

Joey leaned back in the almost familiar seat of the limo. As he drove though New York, something was pulling at his heart. He couldn't explain it.

The limo stopped in front of the hotel and as Joey got out he shook his head. Whatever it was, it would be figured out tonight. When he saw him

"Here, Mr. Wheeler," said the chauffeur, handing Joey a card key, "He's in suite number 582."

"Thank you," said Joey, rushing inside. Joey didn't even pay attention to the other guests or the elevator boy who asked him which floor. He quickly mumbled floor five, and slightly paced in the small elevator. It reached its destination and Joey flew out. He was only steps away from Seto.

"Ah, Mr. Wheeler, we've been expecting you," said Darious' voice from behind.

Joey whirled around, expecting one of Seto's assistants to be facing him. Instead received a blow to the side of his gut. With a severe pain he clenched his gut and fell to his knees. He looked up at the two strangers.

"Mr. Kaiba sends his condolences; after all he won't be joining you, yet," sneered Syrina.

"Seto...!" Joey tried to cry out, but was silenced by Darious violently hitting him over the head with a pipe.

"Hurry, pick him up before someone comes out," hissed Syrina, pointing to a laundry cart.

Just as Darious lifted up Joey, Seto's door opened.

Syrina gasped, "It's Kaiba."

It was indeed Seto, and he didn't look happy.

Ahahahahaha... this is where I'll stop for now! :)