Hello everyone! Here is Part 2! :D Thank you all for your patience! I hope you enjoy the next part. Please excuse any grammatical/spelling errors; I edited it, but I may have missed some stuff. Anyway...enjoy!

(The preview makes it seem as though it might be a little difficult to read. I'm sorry for this! I don't really know how to fix it lol. I hope it's okay!)

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Part 2

"What the hell happened?"

Seto couldn't believe what he was seeing. One of his security guards was bleeding all over the tile floor near the entrance, clutching his arm as if he could hide the gunshot wound.

"I almost got to him, sir, I'm sorry, but they had guns—"

"Him? Him, who?" Seto knelt next to the guard. "What happened?"

"The boy, Mr. Kaiba, your friend—" The security guard grunted in pain as Seto pulled his hand away to inspect the wound.

"Yugi Mutou isn't my friend," Seto said irritably, letting the security guard clutch his arm again, unable to look at the blood any longer. "I don't even like—" His employee's words sank it. "Wait, what do you mean? Almost got to him? What happened?"

"He was attacked, sir, I'm sorry, I tried to get to him in time, but he couldn't fight them off...I wanted to help, but..."

Seto stared at him. "Attacked..."

"Kidnapped, Mr. Kaiba. Drugged him, I think, and pulled him into a van..." The security guard groaned again, and Kaiba realized suddenly how pale he was, and he came to his senses.

"Didn't anyone call an ambulance?" he shouted, outraged. How could grown men be so incompetent? The butler leapt to his feet, heading towards the phone. As he reached for it, however, it rang.

Seto felt a strange sense of dread course through him as the butler picked up the phone. "Kaiba residence." There was a moment of silence, except for the laboured breathing of the security guard. "May I ask who's calling?" Seto swallowed as he watched the butler's face muscles tighten. "I would be happy to inform Mr. Kaiba of your phone call if you would give me your—"

"Just give me the phone," Seto interrupted. "Tell security to trace the call."

Another security guard muttered something into his walkie-talkie as the butler handed him the phone. He realized his hands were trembling as he pressed the phone to his ear. "Seto Kaiba."

A digitally altered voice crackled into his ear. "We have your friend Yugi Mutou, Kaiba. Expect a ransom demand within the hour. If you call the police, he dies."

"If you—" Seto only got two words out before the line went dead. He listened to the dial tone for a moment, wondering how the hell Yugi Mutou had gotten mixed up in this, before hanging up the phone. "We have a problem."

"What is it, sir?"

"You were right. My classmate has been kidnapped. The kidnappers expect a ransom payment."

His employees' eyes widened. "What?"

The bleeding security guard peered up at him, eyes bleary, yet puzzled. "How well do you even know that kid?"

"W are acquaintances and rivals," Seto said curtly, "and we go to school together." His eyes fell on the blood pooling on the floor once again. "Oh God! Someone call a damn ambulance already!"

The butler jumped again and ran for the phone. "I'm sorry, sir."

"If he dies of blood loss, it's on you," Seto snapped at him. The butler nodded and started to dial.

"Just call the police," the wounded security guard said. "You don't need to pay those people any money, sir."

Seto shook his head. "They said they'd kill him if I called the police. I have no choice." He breathed in deeply. "Find out if security could trace the call. Maybe we can stop this now."

The butler hung up the phone and turned to Seto. "An ambulance is on its way, sir."

"Good." He looked down at the bleeding security guard again. "What's your name?"

"It's Bill, sir."

"I promise you'll be okay, Bill. I'm sorry this happened to you."

Bill nodded weakly. "What...should I tell the paramedics, Mr. Kaiba?"

Seto blinked rapidly, realizing he hadn't thought of that. "Um. Oh. Let me think." He chewed on his tongue nervously. "I suppose we could say there was a drive-by—"

"Just tell them the truth," the butler suggested quickly. "You shouldn't have to deal with this, sir; that boy isn't your concern, and—"

"Of course it's my concern!" Seto snapped, stepping towards the butler. The older man stepped back. "Just because I don't like Yugi doesn't mean I want—"

"Seto?"

Mokuba Kaiba appeared in the doorway, and Seto was suddenly overwhelmed with relief that the kidnappers had not taken his younger brother. "Mokuba, I thought you were upstairs."

"I heard you yelling..."

Seto felt heat rush into his face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. You can go back upstairs."

Mokuba looked at him uncomfortably. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

Seto paused, unsure of how much to tell his younger brother. Mokuba seemed to sense Seto's indecision. "You can tell me, Seto, it's okay."

Seto took a deep breath. "It's Yugi Mutou. He's been taken. And the kidnappers want me to pay the ransom."

Mokuba's face wrinkled in confusion. "What? Why? You barely know him. You don't even like him."

"I know," Seto replied, trying to keep the anger out of his voice. "They must have thought we were friends and decided to kidnap him for money." He reached out and laid a hand on his brother's arm. "I'm glad they didn't go after you, Mokuba."

Mokuba looked up at him. "You're not glad they took Yugi, are you?"

Seto glanced down in surprise and tried to keep the hurt from showing on his face. "What? Of course not. Why would you ask that?"

Mokuba's cheeks flushed, and he looked away. "I don't know...I just know you don't like Yugi and...I'm sorry." His words faded into a mumble.

Seto shook his head and drew his brother into a hug. "I don't like Yugi because he keeps beating me at Duel Monsters," he said, swallowing the waves of shame and resentment that always accompanied the memory of Yugi's victories, "but I'd never wish something like that on him."

"Good," Mokuba said softly. "He'll be okay, right?"

"Mr. Kaiba, we tried to trace the call."

Seto pulled quickly away from his brother to face the security guard who had just walked into the room. "What do you mean, tried?"

His employee shook his head. "I'm sorry. It was untraceable."

Seto threw his hands into the air in frustration. "How can you say that? KaibaCorp has in its possession some of the most cutting-edge technology in the world. We develop it. Yet you can't trace a simple phone call?"

"I'm sorry, sir. We tried."

Seto glared at him. "Well, you failed. Get out."

"Seto..." Mokuba tried to interject softly.

The security guard hurried out of the room, looking miserable. Seto turned to Mokuba. "What?"

"Are you okay?"

Seto shook his head. "No. Not at all." He rubbed his temples, which were aching sharply. "I think you should probably head to bed now."

"I want to stay with you."

"No. You have school tomorrow; you need to get some sleep."

Mokuba glared at him. "You do, too."

Seto sighed. "No, I don't think I do."

"You're always trying to tell me that school is import—"

Seto silenced him with a stern look and Mokuba's words trailed off again. "Sorry," the younger boy mumbled, "you have to deal with—this—don't you?"

"Yes." He hugged his brother again. "I wish I could go to bed like you. Unfortunately I have to stay up."

"Yeah. I guess you do." Mokuba squeezed Seto tightly. "I'm sorry, big brother. Everything will be okay."

"Thanks, Mokuba. I hope so."

Mokuba smiled up at Seto. "I know so."

Seto watched sadly as his little brother walked away. He only wished he could have the faith that Mokuba seemed to have that everything would turn out perfectly fine. Outside, he could hear the sirens of the ambulance getting closer. I hope you're right, Mokuba. I really do.