Disclaimer: I do not own Ryou, Yugi, Gramps or Yami.

Warnings: Violence, death, suicide

Author note: Written to the song River Below by Billy Talent. See end for further notes.

Blue eyes scanned the room trying to analyze the situation. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Six… there were six of them and one of him.

He could manage six. He'd fought off far more than that at once in the past.

He hid the smirk from his face, eyes landing on every object that could be weaponized in his office. He knew this room inside and out. Of all the places to attempt to ambush him, they pick the one place he knew best. How unfortunate for them. He took a quick glance to the clock, noting it was just after noon.

Quick as lightning, his long arm shot out and grabbed the nearest henchman, yanking him in front of himself as a couple shots went off, a result of his sudden movement, no doubt. He felt the body convulse a scream piercing the room. He shoved the man on top of the next closest thug, kicking a client chair at a fourth, watching as it sent him back into the wall.

A bullet grazed his cheek and he hissed before grabbing the stand-up lamp and swinging, clubbing the fifth upside the head with the bottom of it, causing the stand to bend and him to tumble in a dizzied mess. Seto smirked at him.

"Seto-"

A shot resonated through the room and all occupants froze. Blue eyes watched his brother's head snap back, red splattering the wall behind him, before collapsing.

"I-I-" the culprit stuttered in shock.

Seto ignored him, his eyes wide as his feet moved faster than he could comprehend. He dropped to his knees. "Mokuba…" He hands hovered over the body of the young teen, shaking. His breathing hitched. He gently ran the pads of his fingers over the soft cheek. He was all he had. Their parents died long ago, their adoptive father passed away last year, and they had no other family. Mokuba was his life. His throat tightened and a sting hit his eyes as he looked at the limp body of the only person he ever loved.

Something he had never felt filled him, a growl bounced off the walls and he snapped his head up.

Five men stood in shock before one shakily raised his gun.

Seto lunged forwards, grabbing his wrist, yanking him in front of himself and slamming his hand into the other's straightened elbow. A sickening crack echoed, a horrific screech following.

The brunette grabbed the gun from the now limp wrist, and aimed. He heard the other shots go off, felt one skim his bicep, but that didn't matter. three times. He pulled the trigger three times, watching as each of them dropped. He held the gun to the man withering in pain, only standing due to Seto holding him up.

Another bang filled the room, a wetness spotting his face. He let the body drop and fired again, relishing in the yell the followed, the final henchman, trying to stay upright after the bullet shot through his foot.

The man dressed in black staggered back, landing on his rear as Seto approached. "He wasn't supposed to get shot! I panicked!"

Blue eyes narrowed. He shot again, a howl falling from the man's mouth, hands quickly moving to his stomach, a thick, red liquid spilling from his mouth when he coughed. He looked up at the brunette in horror. Seto walked over and grabbed the gun from beside him, knowing his was empty, and cocked it.

He squatted down, eyes fixated, analyzing the teary ones of the final man. "You killed him with this gun. It's only fitting I return the favour." He straightened his arm.

"No! -I-Mr. Kaiba-please-" He begged for his life, Seto holding the metal object between his eyes, watching, listening. "I didn't mean to! I would never have shot him on purpose! You know this!"

"You're right." Seto let out a small sigh before shrugging. The other let out a slightly relieved breath. "And yet you did."

BANG

The man's head snapped against the wall behind him before his body slumped.

The taller teen stood slowly, walking over to the teenage casualty. He knelt down and looked him over. He carefully brushed the wrinkled out of his shirt and scooped him up in his arms. He was heavier than he remembered. Seto's throat was dry and his head hurt with the pounding headache. He had no idea when it started, but he was suddenly rather aware of the gunshot would on his shoulder, too. It was causing a rather unpleasant burning sensation, most likely from the weight of his brother and the muscled being used to carry him, all the while still trying to keep ahold of the gun. But that wasn't important.

He struggled to carry his brother, leaning on the wall for support. He pushed a door open, stumbling into the desired room, maneuvering around the scattered books he always scolded him to clean up. He lied the young boy down on the bed, slowly pulling the covers up and over him.

"Shh. It's okay now." He pushed the black bangs out of grey eyes, staring at the still features. He placed his hand over the grey orbs and gently closed them. He watched him for a long moment. He looked peaceful, consent, before standing, a numbness filling him.

The brunette walked around the room, casually picking up the text books and putting them away. He sighed and placed the cards that had been haphazardly thrown to the ground, in a neat pile on the wood desk before walking out of the room, grabbing Mokuba's gym bag and his camping one of the way to the elevator. He waited patiently for it to chime. When it finally did, he stepped out and walked to the vault attendant. The man looked up at him shocked, his hand reaching for the panic button. Seto raised his arm, his eyes locked on the keypad as he pulled the trigger, a thump being heard as the man dropped before he reached the desired alarm.

The young adult punched in the code, let it scan his eye and his thumb before stepping in. He dropped both bags and began filling them with every stack of bill he could. He opened each and every band, forcing the slips of papers to loosen.

When there were no more bills to be found, he left. He stepped back into the elevator, a maid looking at him with wide eyes. He gave her a nod and leaned against the wall. His floor dinged and he casually walked out with the two large bags. He checked on Mokuba once more, ensuring he was still safely tucked in, before going back to his office.

He stepped over the henchmen and walked over to his bookshelf, moving the desired item. A hidden door slid open and he stepped into his computer room, punching in a command and laying the gun down on the chair.

"Self-destruct mode activated. 30 seconds to demolition… 29… 28" Seto quickly left the room and took the final staircase two at a time, throwing the door to the roof open, he walked to the ledge and looked down at the ant sized people. It was odd seeing them like this. From here they looked so small… meaningless.

He and Mokuba had bought the company right out from under the big five. That's what this was about. They wanted their money back. He knew this. Since they wanted it so damn much, he'd oblige. He opened the bags and let the money rain down. Of course, they could have it back… once they picked it up off the pavement and yanked it from civilians' hands. He let out a sigh, listening carefully.

"7…6…"

"Hang on Mokuba. I'm coming." He turned his back, spread his arms and closed his eyes. He stood for a moment, just feeling the breeze brush his face. He let it push him backwards, his body falling. He felt more than heard the resonating boom that filled the city. Glass sliced his arms as windows exploded. He heard the screams so close to his ears as he fell into the river of people below. Then…

Nothing.

Author's Note: Written by DanoR1392.

As mentioned above, I wrote this drabble to the song River below by Billy Talent.

So… ehem… Seto and Mokuba are dead. Hope your day goes well! 3