A/N: I'm so sorry for te delay. I honestly meant to post this last night but I fell asleep. ^^; Then today I didn't bring my computer and apparently I can't post my chapters directly from my pad anymore. I could until aout three days ago. Since then, I could still write my chapters on my pad but I couldn't copy/paste them into the Doc Manager anymore. I finally emailed it tomyself and copy/pasted it on the Doc Manager from my phone and, wonder of wondes, it worked. What do you know?

Anywho, can I just say these guys talk a heck of a lot. I mean geez.

Tense and Talkative Mornings

He didn't say when, sick bastard, Kaiba thought.

Kaiba could not help but be intensely annoyed as he got up at 7:00 in the morning and got ready for the next most likely very long day. He would have to meet the traitor for coffee but naturally the damn bastard had neglected to specify a time. Probably because Seth had forced Kaiba awake effectively breaking the connection before the time could be relayed.

A part of him felt disgusted by Seth's blind terror, but the other half of him agreed whole heartedly with that reaction. Kaiba had no desire to fall under someone else's control like a doll to be manipulated without his consent ever again. He remembered all too clearly through Seth's memories and his own personal experience how horrible that was.

However, that did not change the fact that this meeting could meant Marik's freedom. The Priest was too deeply bound to the Shadows to survive long without them. He could probably last a week before he finally keeled over dead, his Ba too weak to hold his shattered soul together alone. It was longer than Kaiba would last, or Yuugi. The fact Yuugi had been able to survive as long as he had with only his weak Ba before freeing his long sealed Ka was impressive enough. But then to have the Ba stolen and sealed by the Orichalcos leaving the stronger but dependent Ka behind to fight alone...

Sometimes Kaiba could not help but feel in awe of the Pharaoh. Yami had held onto life with a fierce determination Kaiba only felt when Mokuba was on the line. But Kaiba could survive without Mokuba, maybe...maybe not... Alright definitely not. If Mokuba ever died, Kaiba knew he would follow soon after one way or another with nothing to keep him sane and balanced and not alone. Mokuba was his life, his motivation; everything revolved around his little brother. Just like for the Pharaoh, everything revolved around Yuugi, and vice versa.

What a twisted, codependent monarchy they were.

Kaiba glanced at Mokuba still slumbering away in bed. He felt his lips twitch upwards when he noticed his little brother had rolled over to lay in the warm spot Kaiba had occupied just a minute or so ago. It was getting easier to accept these emotions now that there was no Gozaboro, alive or imagined, hovering over his shoulder.

He grimaced at the thought of his not-father figure, reminding him of the traitor. He still had to deal with that...that...

Kaiba rubbed his throat self-consciously. The Shadows still held him bound by the oath Seth swore to never speak the traitor's name. It was tiresome but it did help him feel better in a way.

"Ni-sama?"

Blue eyes lifted back to the bed to see a pair of sleepy gray eyes watching him from the ball of covers and pillows. He tilted his head questioningly.

"Are you leaving again?" he asked in muffled Japanese.

Why did that question hurt so much?

Kaiba shook his head silently. He blinked in confusion when Mokuba chuckled.

"You haven't had your coffee yet, have you?" his little brother teased. Kaiba had the grace to blush, eyebrows drawing down in consternation. "Are you going out to get it?" Mokuba said, drawing Kaiba's attention back. Kaiba shook his head. "Then can you make me some too?"

Kaiba snorted but smiled and mussed his little brother's hair as he made his way out of the bedroom. Yuugi was still on the armchair, but he had shifted positions so he was draped over it like a rag doll instead of curled in a ball. Jounouchi was a mess of limbs and sleeping bag Kaiba had no desire to examine closely. Bakura at least lay in a somewhat controlled sprawl under a table where no one could step on him.

More importantly, Shaadi was sleeping soundly in the corner in a ball on the floor, refueling after yesterday's strenuous Travels. Mai lay on her stomach on the bench By the window, one arm dangling off the side to brush the carpet. They were all that truly mattered at the moment. Kaiba worried about Shaadi's state seeing as the man had never teleported so far so fast before and Mai was likely going to feel the long drive for at least a half day or so without enough sleep.

Kaiba started the coffee maker then walked over the where Shaadi lay. Careful not to awaken his exhausted Advisor, he placed a hand gently on the Egyptian's chest and felt for the man's soul. He felt it right where it should be; tired and strained, but slowly building its strength back. He got up and knelt by Mai. He placed a hand on her forehead and found her soul strong but tired. She would not be at the top of her game for a while, but she would recover quickly.

The coffee maker hissed and gurgled as it finished brewing and Kaiba quickly stood and poured himself a cup. He needed both the caffeine and his voice. He finished the first cup as quickly as he could before pouring himself a second cup. He did not drink it right away because he had his voice back now so tee was no need to rush. Instead, he returned to Shaadi's side and brushed his Deck. He did not have anything that could readily renew his Advisor's Ba except for his Gift of the Mystical Elf Trap card but he needed a monster present to use it. But then again, he could use Solemn Wishes.

He reached for the card in question, the Trap card immediately answering his call. He stared at it intently. He had never used this particular card outside of a game Duel before so he was not sure it would work the way he wanted. Real Shadow magic rules varied from the more strict Duel Monsters game rules. He was still familiarizing himself with some limitations here and there. Everyone in the Court was, actually.

Kaiba brushed his thumb across the paper thoughtfully before coming to a decision. He held the card and placed a hand on Shaadi's chest and whispered in hieratic, "Solemn Wishes."

At first, nothing noticeable happened so he was not sure if it worked or not. Then he felt a slow, subtle drain as his own Ba as it flowed from him into Shaadi. Not much, but enough so the bags under Shaadi's eyes began to fade. The man's breathing eased to a much more relaxed and even pace.

Kaiba sat back breathing a sigh of relief. He glanced at the Trap card curiously. So it drained his own Ba and transfered it to someone else in place of drawing cards to gain energy. This could prove handy if he ever wanted to help his Court in a tight spot. He would just have to keep an eye on his own Ba to be sure he did not run himself dry helping his people.

Grabbing his second cup of coffee sitting on the floor next to him, he made to stand when a new voice startled him.

"You're up early, hon."

Kaiba glanced over at Mai before standing. "I have to meet someone."

Mai pushed herself up so she could prop her chest up on the bench with her forearms and kick her legs above her in a position that vaguely resembled the Sphinx. "Anyone of interest?"

Kaiba took another sip of his coffee as he poured another cup, mixing it the way he knew Mokuba liked. "The traitor contacted me last night."

"He what?!" she gasped, quickly slapping a hand over her mouth and glancing around to be sure no one had woken up. She sat up and jumped up from her bench. "Why didn't you wake us up?"

"You needed the sleep," Kaiba countered. "Besides, nothing happened. We just talked."

The blonde woman crossed her arms over her chest unimpressed. "Care to elaborate?"

"Not particularly."

"Too bad," Mai chirped with a casual shrug. "I'm revoking your right to choose. Elaborate."

Kaiba glared at her but was met by an unamused stare and lifted eyebrows. Finally, Mai shrugged. "Alright then. If I can't get you to talk, then I'm sure Shaadi can. Or Yuugi. I could always wake Yuugi. Of course that would mean the Pharaoh will get in on the action as well."

Kaiba snarled but gave in knowing Mai would follow through on her threats. She always did. "He wants to meet at the Starbucks by the park," Kaiba said. "He wants to trade."

Mai blinked her deep indigo eyes curiously. "Starbucks? Seriously?"

"It's apparently where he thinks young people hang out these days," Kaiba muttered over his coffee.

"Well, he's right. But it's just weird to meet a bad guy at Starbucks of all places," Mai said. "Alright then, trade what for what?"

"Marik," Kaiba said, taking another sip. "He wants to trade Marik."

"For what?" When Kaiba did not answer right away, Mai leaned closer, eyes hard. "For what Kaiba?"

The CEO shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"If it's this Akhna-blada whatever-his-name-is, then yes it does matter," Mai snapped. "You're my Regent and my friend. Like hell I'm letting you go into this alone." She huffed. "So when's this meeting?"

"I'm not exactly sure," Kaiba admitted, staring into his coffee. "I woke up before he could say."

"Well, I guess we'll be going for a ride later, then," Mai said, turning around to saunter back to her makeshift bed.

"I'm going alone."

"Yes, I'm sure you are. In a city you're not familiar with, with no back-up, and so soon after vanishing from our radar, you honestly think we're letting you out of our sight?" She gave Kaiba a distinctly disappointed look. "I thought you were better than that, young man."

"Sorceress-"

"Regent," she interrupted, rosy lips stretching in a victorious grin. "Try me."

Kaiba glared at her. It was really all he could do aside from Shadow Traveling which he was not ready to do. She was right. There was no way he was getting away from the Court. Not after his recent stunts. Even his Shadows were still clinging to him more tightly than usual. He groaned and returned to his bedroom to set Mokuba's coffee on his bedside table.

One of these days, he wanted to just sleep in and laze all day long. No priorities, no KaibaCorp business, no Shadow Court business, just him and Mokuba, two brothers enjoying the day together. He could dream. Sighing, he sat on the bed by his little brother's dozing form and rested his head in his hands wearily. He could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on.

A familiar buzz snapped him out of his daze. He reached over and grabbed his phone still plugged into the charger on the nightstand. He had two text messages waiting for him, both from Noa. He opened the first one and felt a chill go down his spine. The Justice League knew about Seth. That meant it would not be long until they came knocking down his door, most likely with guns blazing. Kaiba was not stupid. He knew how he was presented in modern Egyptian mythology.

He drew some relief from the fact no one would be able to discover Yami or Yuugi's true identity. Seth had buried that secret too well. His mind raced, calculating possible outcomes and planning ways around each. He had to be ready for a full scale assault at the worst and an interrogation at best. He was not afraid of an interrogation. He knew how to keep his mouth shut. But a full assault would be taxing.

He quickly skimmed Noa's second message and narrowed his eyes. The Justice League was preparing to leave the Watchtower from Starling City. He had to think fast. Without actually thinking it out completely, Kaiba sent a message to Noa asking for Arrow's phone number. The reply took less than a minute to be received but it felt like forever. Kaiba immediately called the number, biting his thumb nail as the phone rang once, twice, three times. He was about to hang up and try again when he heard someone pick up.

"Hello?" he heard Oliver say suspiciously.

"Kohai," he said, continuing in English. "We need to talk."

"Kaiba," Oliver said in surprise. "How did you... You know what, nevermind. I was just about to take Walter out for coffee and do some explaining. Would you care to join us, seeing how this involves you as much as the rest of us?"

"So long as it's not the Starbucks by the park, I don't mind," Kaiba agreed.

"Why not that one?"

"I'll explain when I see you," he said, glancing at Mokuba who was slowly stirring at the sound of his big brother's voice. "I'll tell you as much as I can. All I ask is that you keep an open mind and don't talk to the Justice League before you talk to me."

"Why?" Oliver asked, suspicion heavy in his voice.

"Because I think your League may have put two and two together and gotten five." Kaiba pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "Look, you want to understand the Shadow power and why the Traitor is playing these Games here. I'm willing to tell you what I know, but only if you promise to hear me out."

"Walter will be there," Oliver said cautiously.

"Do you still consider him family?"

"I do," Oliver answered firmly.

"Then he still has my protection. Just keep in mind what will happen if he betrays us." Kaiba waited several moments but got no immediate response.

"Diggle will be there too," Oliver added, almost sheepishly.

Kaiba hummed thoughtfully. "I'll bring Mokuba if it will help."

"It would," Oliver said hesitantly. "No offense."

"None taken," Kaiba said. "It's only fair. " he glanced up and saw Mai standing in the doorway staring at him and tapping her foot. "On second thought, I'll take Mokuba and my Sorceress. She's my ride."

"Sorceress?" Oliver asked.

"Don't worry. Her bite is worse than her bark," Kaiba said.

"Careful, young man," Mai scolded. "I'm not above spanking you."

Kaiba glared but it had no affect on Mai who just smirked. Had it been anyone else, the Regent would have made the person regret saying something like that to him. But this was his Sorceress and her words were a valuable asset. He just had to tolerate it for the time being.

"Alright," Oliver said. "But I have another condition."

Kaiba sat up straight. "Name it."

"You answer every question I ask to the best of you ability. I understand if you can't say some things," the vigilante said quickly, "but what you can say I want to know."

Kaiba hesitated. He hated making promises unless he had to. There was always the chance something would happen to prevent him from fulfilling it. He was not fond of the penalty for a broken promise. Even if the Shadows did not witness it, a promise was still a promise and breaking one was still considered cheating.

The penalty of a regular promise was just not as severe as it would be if the Shadows had witnessed the oath. Kaiba could already feel the itch of an unpaid penalty from his broken promise to Green Lantern. He could guess the penalty for that would be easy to swallow. He had no desire to make another promise he could potentially break.

"I'll do my best," he said. It was not a promise to answer everything, but a promise to try. He could deal with that. "When and where?"

"Java Script," Oliver said. "It's a local joint on the opposite side of the park from the Starbucks you mentioned. It's right near the open air market. You can't miss it."

"Java Script?" Kaiba asked. "As in the Java programming language?"

"Yeah." The vigilante chuckled. "The owner used to be a programmer and got laid off Before opening the place. They have poetry readings on weeknights and local bands perform on weekends."

Kaiba nodded absently, brushing a thumb along Mokuba's arm to distract himself. It was close to the Traitor's meeting place but hopefully far enough away to avoid detection. "When?"

"I plan on being there in about a half hour or so."

Kaiba nodded. "I'll meet you there. Is there motorcycle parking nearby?"

"Motorcycle?" Oliver was silent as he thought for a moment. "There's metered parking across the street on the park side of the road so you should be fine."

"Good. Be there in twenty minutes." He moved to stand when he noticed another person standing in the doorway. "Better make that thirty." He hung up before Oliver replied, gaze never leaving the newcomer's hard brown eyes. "What do you want Bakura?"

Already hard eyes narrowed. "What do you think I want, Regent?" the spirit snapped through Ryou's body.

"I don't know unless you tell me," Kaiba said, crossing his arms and legs comfortably as h sat up straight, ready for a fight.

Bakura hissed. "It was your Advisor who kidnapped me from Egypt. Care to explain?"

"Shaadi was acting under the King's orders, not mine." Blue eyes narrowed. "You know how I feel about them influencing my Triad."

"I'm well aware. But that doesn't explain why Marik is missing. Under your watch, I might add." Brown eyes met Kaiba's glare evenly. "Where is he Regent?"

"I don't know," Kaiba said after a moment. "I can't feel him."

"Why not? He should stand out distinctly from the weak Shadows in this city."

"Why can't you?" Kaiba countered.

Bakura grit his teeth crossed his arms furiously. "I asked first."

"How childish." Kaiba stood and moved to pull out a clean trench coat from his bags. It was purple like the one he had been wearing since he got to Starling City, but this one was a light shade and sleeveless with copper rivets lining the hems. "If you want to know, talk to the Pharaoh. He was the one who enacted the Penalty Game."

"Penalty Game?" Bakura balked. "For what?"

"Taking over the mind of someone else by force." Kaiba helped a sleepy Mokuba get out of bed, handing him the cup of coffee he fixed for him.

"That's nothing new," Bakura said in aggravated confusion. "We've all done worse than that."

"Not to a member of the Justice League," Kaiba said.

Bakura froze, blinking in astonishment. Then he groaned and ran a hand down his face. "Damn it, he got caught."

"Mm, this is interesting and all," Mai interrupted, waving a hand. "But if I'm driving, then I need to get dressed and seeing as I'm the only woman here, I claim the bathroom to dress in, capisce?"

Without waiting for a response, she got a new outfit from her bag and strode right into the bathroom to change.

"Ni-sama, where're we going?" Mokuba asked, pulling on his favorite orange and white striped, long sleeved shirt.

"To get coffee and see a friend," Kaiba said.

"A friend?" Bakura said snidely. "You? My hearing must be going."

Mokuba stuck out his tongue at the spirit when Kaiba refused to acknowledge the comment. "Leave Ni-sama alone, Bakura."

"This 'friend' have a name, Regent?" Bakura asked, leaning against the door jam despite Isono Fuguta's distinct discomfort and ignoring the youngKaiba brother. The body guard eyed the white haired young man cautiously while Roland moved closer to the Kaiba brothers protectively.

"Oliver Queen," Kaiba said. Blue eyes glared at Bakura. "Stay away from him, Thief. He's mine."

Brown eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I see." The spirit cackled. "The Green Arrow can use Shadows. How exciting. Let me guess, he answers to you now, does he?"

"He does."

"I think I'd like to meet this new kohai of yours," Bakura said, casually examining his fingernails.

"Forget it, Thief," Kaiba snapped, whirling on the spirit. "Stay away from him."

"Oh come now, you're no fun," Bakura moped. "I'm no longer possessed by Zorc so I'm not a bad guy anymore. Well," he corrected with a cheeky grin, "not as a bad a guy anymore."

Kaiba clicked his tongue in annoyance. "He's mine. Do not influence my Triad."

Bakura groaned and slumped against the doorjamb dramatically. "he's not a member of your Traid."

"He still answrs to me and I do not take kindly to people influencing my orientation, period."

"Ugh, so obsessed with influences."

"He has to be," Yuugi said, walking in to join the group. "He has to make sure the balance is kept."

Bakura sniffed. "I just want to meet his kohai. Hardly anything to fret over."

"I disagree," Yami said, appearing beside Yuugi wearing the same pajamas as his other half.

"Oi, my bedroom is not the living room," Kaiba said, handing Mokuba his vest.

"But everyone's here talking," Yuugi said with a playful grin.

"Pharaoh," Bakura said, scowling at Yami. "What did you do to my Priest?"

"Your Priest?" Yami said, raising an ironic eyebrow.

"I never hear him screaming your name," Bakura snarked.

Before anyone could say anything Bakura blushed and reappeared beside an incredibly flustered Ryou who clamped his hands over his face. "Bakura!"

Yami and Bakura cackled while Yuugi rubbed Ryou's shoulder in quiet encouragement. Kaiba sneered and rolled his eyes.

"Shaddup!" Jounouchi yelled from the living room, a pillow pressed over his head to drown out the noise. "I'm tryin' 'a sleep here. It's too early fer dis," he muttered, squishing the pillow harder over his ears.

"Yes, yes, whatever," Bakura said, waving his hand at Jounouchi dismissively. "Back to my question: what did you do to Marik?" he demanded.

Yami met Bakura's evenly for several moments before dropping, "I enacted a Penalty Game."

"Yes, I gathered that," the Thief groaned. "I meant what kind of Penalty Game? And how long will it last?"

Yami had the grace to blush. "I...cut off his Shadows."

Bakura blinked in shock. "You what?!"

"It was only supposed to last for two days," Yami protested. "I had no way of knowing the Shadow Thief would interfere."

"Or if he did, what kind of effect he would have on our Shadows," Yuugi added. The young King looked absolutely crestfallen. "I'm so sorry Bakura-san."

"He doesn't blame you, Yuugi-kun," Ryou said, patting Yuugi's back. "He's mad at Yami," he paused, glancing at his other half, "and Marik."

"The idiot got caught, of course I'm mad at him," Bakura grumbled. "I taught him better."

"On that note," Mai said, strolling out of the bathroom dressed and primped to her preferences. "I'm ready when you are."

"Mai-san! Good morning," Yuugi chirped happily.

Mai waved with a cheerful smile. "Hello there little Yuugi. Sleep well?"

"I did, thank you." His smile shrank. "You're leaving?" Yuugi asked. "But you just got here, didn't you?"

"Yes," she sighed. "But Kaiba here has a meeting to attend."

"A meeting, with who?" Yami asked, turning to his Regent curiously.

Kaiba studiously avoided his eyes, choosing to guide Mokuba out of the room, pushing past the Pharaoh and his entourage only to be stopped by uncanny pale brown eyes. Shaadi stood still, blocking Kaiba's path, gazing passively at the head of his Triad. The two men stared each other down until Kaiba finally sighed.

"He contacted me last night," he said quietly, not happy about the admission.

"He?" Yami asked.

"Let me guess, your kohai? I had no idea you two were so close," Bakura sang tauntingly.

"The Traitor," Kaiba said, cutting off the Thief before he could continue.

Yami stilled. "Akhenadin contacted you? Why didn't you wake us?" he demanded, pushing to stand between Kaiba and Shaadi and star at his Regent in shock.

"That...him?!" Ryou gasped.

Bakura snarled. "That bastard? I thought you killed him."

"Set did," Kaiba said. "But he's back."

"Ya sure it's him?" Jounouchi said, lifting his head from his sleeping back cocoon.

"Oh, finally awake are we, oh Knight in shining PJs?"

"Shut it, Bakura!" Jounouchi snapped.

"He would not have told us had he not been certain," Shaadi said, speaking for the first time. His eyes continued to stare his Regent down. "It would explain much. Akhenadin was known for his telepathic ability thanks to the power of the Millennium Eye. We know he can overcome another person's will, subjugate it, and replace it with his own as he did to Set. He could also see the darkness and latent potential for Shadow magic within people's souls."

"Yes," Yami said. "That was why he was chosen to bear the Eye."

"Much good that did 'im," Jounouchi muttered. "So the guy's back and 'e wants ta meetcha. Doesn' soun' too bad. We could all go."

"He said come alone," Kaiba said.

"Kaiba-kun," Yuugi said, "I don't think that's wi-"

"It's a trade," Kaiba interrupted. "For Marik."

"What the catch?" Bakura said into the silence that followed.

"I don't know," Kaiba admitted. "I woke up before he could tell me that. I don't even know what time he wants to meet."

Mokuba held onto his big brother's hand, helping stay in control of himself.

"This sounds dangerous," Ryou said. "Going into a situation like that without knowing what he wants in exchange for Marik... I wouldn't suggest it, especially not alone."

"I agree with Yadonousi," Bakura said, resting his elbow casually on Ryou's shoulder, weighing the brown eyed young man down. "One of us should go with you at a distance," he said, cutting off Kaiba's retort. "We'll stay back and out of earshot, but you aren't going into this alone. You may not be a Dark, but Marik is. And we all know he only has so long before his souls fades without the Shadows holding it in place."

"He should be fine for at least a few more days," Shaadi said, drawing the group's attention to him. His pale brown eyes stared solidly at Bakura. "Marik's soul may be cracked, but it is not nearly as dire as yours or the monarchy's."

"So he'll be okay?" Jounouchi asked.

"For a while at least," Mai said. "But it's a while I'm not exactly interested in extending."

"Trust my Ni-sama," Mokuba said, surprising the group by speaking up. "He knows what he's doing. And he's got me." He smiled brightly. "We'll be okay."

Kaiba bit down on the smile he felt. "I'll call you when I go to the meeting," he said.

"I'll accept that," Yami said.

"But don't be surprised if one of us shows up anyway," Ryou said, eyeing his other half suspiciously.

"Indeed," Bakura muttered.

Deciding to leave that fight for later, Kaiba moved to the door herding Mokuba in front of him. Fuguta appeared by the door and opened it so Roland could exit first, scanning the hallway before stepping aside and allowing the Kaiba brothers to walk out. Mai strolled out behind the older Kaiba, waving to the group staying behind and blowing a kiss at Jounouchi who blushed and ducked behind his pillow. She giggled and left the room, hearing Fuguta close the door and follow her.

"What a charming group we make," she said. "But however amazing my Harpy is, she can't carry me and four men."

"Harpy?" Mokuba asked.

Mai grinned. "My ride."

"You named your motorcycle?" Kaiba asked in confused fascination.

Mai hummed. "And she purrs deliciously. But she still can't carry all of you," she said, eyeing the two bodyguards, one of whom pressed the button for the elevator. "I can only fit you and Mokuba, and Mokuba only because he's light as a feather."

"I am not!" the younger Kaiba protested.

"Be glad you are," Mai said. "If you were any heavier, you wouldn't be able to fit."

Kaiba nodded and cast a glance at his two most loyal bodyguards regretfully. He could Shadow Travel and take them along, but he wanted to save his strength for dealing with the Traitor. However, he would not feel comfortable with Mokuba and Mai coming with him without protection.

"How about a compromise?" Roland suggested. Kaiba looked up to the older man respectfully. "We'll stay here and watch the King and the Pharaoh. Then we'll join you for the meeting with you-know-who."

Mai snorted.

"Care to share, my Sorceress?" Kaiba asked mockingly.

"Nothing, nothing," she said, waving her hands. The elevator dinged and the doors opened.

"I'll follow you to Mai's motorcycle and see you off," Roland said. "Fuguta will remain up here."

Kaiba nodded and proceeded into the elevator with the others. Fuguta remained behind, bowing respectfully at Kaiba as the doors closed. The ride down was silent as was the walk to Mai's ride. Mai pulled out her two spare helmets from one of her side storage compartments.

"Be lucky I keep the small one," she said, handing the smaller helmet to Mokuba. "I only keep it because I know Kaiba rarely goes anywhere without you."

Mokuba took the helmet and put it on while Kaiba did the same with his. Mai swung on her own and climbed on her Black and red Harley. The word 'Harpy,' artfully spray painted onto the side of the now growling motorcycle, shimmered in the early morning sunlight as Mai backed the vehicle out of the parking spot. "Well, hop on," she said.

Kaiba climbed on first, wrapping his arms around Mai's waist. Roland helped Mokuba mount next, letting the boy settle back into the furthest seat. It was a testament to Mokuba's lack of height and weight that allowed the whole situation to be doable at all. Mokuba locked his arms around his big brother's waist and Mai drove off leaving Roland bowing in the parking lot.

"Where to, honey?" Mai asked, pulling up to the stop light exit from the hotel parking lot.

"Java Script," Kaiba said.

Mai laughed. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Kaiba shifted, glancing back at Mokuba, assuring himself that his little brother was comfortable and secure. "It's by the park."

"Well, I may not be familiar with this city, but," she flashed him a smile over her shoulder, "I think I can find the park." The light turned green and she roared into the intersection. "Hang on boys." Without further warning, she turning left and raced down the road towards the business district of Starling City.