Chapter 2

It had all started with a stupid fight about Seto's long hours at work. Jou was not happy about the fact that Seto left for KC at seven in the morning and didn't come home until one at night. Much like all their other fight, this one had been quite violent, if not physically, then at least verbally. A lot of things that they didn't mean had been said. Even a few "Mutt" and "Moneybags" from their years in High School had been hurled through their bedroom.

Despite their anger, they had both been careful to keep their voices down: the triplets were asleep only a few doors down, and the last thing they wanted, was to worry them. Children have a way of blowing things out of proportion, and would probably believe that they were on the brink of divorce or something. Which was definitely not the case!

Either way, among the many insults and accusations there was one that hit a little to close to home for Jou:

"I need to work so that I can support my family. Not that you would know anything about that!" Seto had sneered.

"An' what's that supposed to mean?"

"When was the last time you worked, Jou? A few years, right?"

It was true; Jou hadn't worked for four and a half year, but the accusation was still unfair. Jou had been the one to carry their children, and look after them once they were born. It wasn't that Jou didn't want to work. He already had one: taking care of the boys, and if Seto had helped him a little more, it might not be bothering him so much.

And as he told Seto this, the brunette replied with the line which had caused this whole mess.

"Taking care of the children?" Seto had snorted. "Come on, Jou, as if that's an excuse. I've seen our kids. They are angels."

Jou had stared at him, completely dumbstruck for a moment, and then blew up completely.

"So that's what you think? That I sit around on my ass all day and think of new ways to irritate you?"

With two long strides, he was in front of Seto. He grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to glare into his eyes.

"Well, if that's what you think, then I've got news for you, mister. You only see our kids when you get home at midnight. You have no idea what they are like during the day. But that's gonna change." He let go of Seto's shirt, stomped over to the bed, grabbed his pillow and bed cover, and marched towards the door. "I'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight. I don't think I can look at you right now. And tomorrow, you can take them with you to work! Let's see how well you do at keeping them under control."

"Kaiba Corp. is no place for children!" Seto protested. Jou stopped with one foot out the door, turned, and smiled venomously at his husband.

"Well, that won't be a problem, since they are such angels, right Seto?" He concluded, and slammed the door shut.

Seto knew that he probably could have handled all of that much better, but at the same time, he was angry at Jou. The blond acted as if he had ignored his family completely, which was far from true. He had taken a whole year of when the triplets were born, and he only worked seventeen hours at most. Before he had gotten together with Jou he could work twenty-four hours straight. Besides, he took two weeks of every year to be with his family. He had changed his working schedule. Wasn't that enough?

"What are you doing?"

Seto was ripped from his thoughts by the small, innocent voice. Kiichi had somehow managed to climb onto his desk and was sitting with his legs crossed beside Seto's computer, and the strange eyes were fixed on his father. Seto had left the three boys with his secretary, convinced that the woman, who had three children of her own, would be able to entertain the triplets a lot better that he could. Especially since Seto had work to do. But it seemed as if Kiichi had somehow managed to sneak passed her and into his office.

Suddenly Seto realised that he hadn't typed a word since he had started thinking of Jou. He sighed quietly. It was the same every time they had a fight; he would go around and feel guilty until he saw Jou again. The only consolation was that he knew that Jou felt the same and that as soon as they could, they would make up.

"What are you doing?" Kiichi repeated.

Seto sighed, and with one last decision, that he would stop and buy something for Jou on the way home, he went back to the files on his computer, which he desperately needed to finish.

"I'm working on a programme," he answered Kiichi's question without taking his eyes of the screen.

The boy cocked his head to the side.

"Why?"

"Some idiot in the tech-department messed it up."

"Why?"

"Because those idiots down there barely know how to change a light-bulb, and since I'm the boss, I'm the one who have to take care of their mistakes."

"Why?"

Seto paused for a moment, and looked up at Kiichi.

"Why, what?"

"Why are you the boss?"

Seto blinked and went back to his typing.

"That, my dear son, is a long story that involves a lot of complicated words, your step-grandfather, and a broken window. It is definitely not suitable for children."

"Why?"

"Because."

"'Because' isn't an answer."

"It just isn't, okay?"

"But wh-"

"Kiichi!" Seto took one long, deep breath to make sure he wouldn't lash out on his son, and looked up. "Where… are your brothers?" He asked between gritted teeth.

Kiichi smiled widely at him.

"I have no idea!"

Before Seto could answer, the door opened and a very distressed looking secretary walked in.

"Mr Kaiba, sir, the boys…" she faltered when she saw Kiichi, put a hand to her chest and gave a relieved sigh. "Oh, thank god, one of them has been found," she stated.

Seto's eyes narrowed and he stood up.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, sir, it's just that… I was making a phone call, and when I was done, the boys… they… they…"

"No." Seto had gone pale, and a feeling of dread was stirring in his stomach. He stared unblinkingly at the woman. She looked like she might start crying very soon.

"I… I didn't think it would matter, but when I got of the phone they were gone. All three of them."

"How hard can it be to keep and eye on three four-year-olds?" Seto snapped and lifted Kiichi into his arms. "Inform security. We have to find them."

"Of course, Mr Kaiba." The woman disappeared out the door again. Relieved that her boss hadn't asked her whom she had called, and ashamed that her phone call, which had been to a friend, had caused this mess.

As Seto made his way to the elevators, he tried to calm down by silently telling himself that it was no big deal, and that they would find the boys soon enough. It wasn't as if they had disappeared in the middle of the city.

No, a voice in his head countered sarcastically. It's only the Kaiba Corp. skyscraper, a building with fifty floors, forty departments, and over thousand employees. Not to mention that some of those departments can be really dangerous for a reckless kid.

Seto banished the thought, and forced himself to focus on the problem at hand. But as he stepped into the elevator another voice had replaced the old one.

Maybe Jou was right.

Natani was bored. He had lost track of Aiko a few floors ago, and had somehow ended up in what the grown ups would call the security office. Of course, Natani had no idea about this. When he first spotted the room, he didn't see the sign reading "Keep out"; he only saw the mystical door behind it. Thus, he was now sitting in a comfortable chair in front of the coolest video-game he had ever seen.

There was not only one TV to play on, no, there were hundreds of them, and on each and every one, there were men and women walking around, doing stuff he didn't understand or care about.

Natani looked thoughtfully at the buttons in front of him. Couldn't he take control of the people on the screens somehow, and make them fight, like uncle Mokie did with the characters in his games?

Natani pressed a button. All the other buttons started beeping and blinking. But nothing happened to the people on the screens. He pressed another one. A few doors on the screens slammed shut. Still not good enough.

He pressed a third button. Water came spurting from the roof and people covered their heads, screamed and dived in beneath their desks.

Now that was more like it. But still not what he wanted.

And that's when he saw it…

The red button.

It was placed a little to the side on the control panel, and surrounded by protecting glass. A sign with the words "Press only in case of extreme emergency!" was placed right beside it, and even thought Natani could read despite his young age, those words was far less interesting than the button itself.

Natani had never really liked red. He preferred blue, like the colour of his daddy's eyes. But if there was one thing he had learned in his young life, it was that red meant fun. Whenever he pressed a red button, something big would happen.

Somehow, Natani just knew that he would have fun if he pressed that button.

And so, naturally, he flicked the protection glass open, and pressed it.

And nothing happened.

Disappointed and bored, he plopped back into the chair and crossed his arms over his chest. Great! Now what?

"Hey, you!"

The demanding voice made Natani spin around. Four large men in dark-blue uniforms were standing in the door to his new playground, and they looked furious.

"It's just a kid!" One of them roared. "A fucking kid pressed the total-lock-down-button!"

"What the hell? How did he get in? Where did he come from?" The second one said and scratched his head.

"Doesn't matter! We gotta get him out of here and fix this up before we get in trouble!" A third answered.

Natani stared at them with wide eyes, completely stunned. His young mind couldn't really comprehend what they were saying. All he understood was the fact that four full-grown men were screaming at him, and he had no idea why.

"I'm gonna give you such a spanking," one of them threatened, and dived towards him.

Well, that sentence he sure as hell understood. Quick as a weasel, he avoided the man's attack and sprinted toward the door. One of them stood in his way, with his arms stretched out in front of him, and his legs wide apart, completely blocking the door.

"Come on, you little eel," he growled. "You are not so slippery that you can get away from me."

In the middle of a step, Natani went down on his knees, slid between the man's legs, and out the door. Quickly, he was on his feet again, and sprinted down the corridor as fast a he could, the four men right behind him, screaming bloody murderer.

At the same time, the elevator Seto and Kiichi was standing in, 'beep'-ed once, and stopped.

"What the…?" Seto looked around. Kiichi, now standing on the floor, reached out and grabbed the hem of Seto's trench coat as tight as he could.

"We're terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but the building is in lock-down at the moment." A mechanical voice informed them. "Please wait for the security-staff to come and assist you. They will be arriving shortly."

Seto's eyes widened, as he realise what this meant. And once his brain had comprehended this information, only one thought ran through his head:

Son of a bitch!!!

Well, there you go! A plot! How exciting!

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