LuoLiBei: Thanks! And it was totally your review that got me to finish this chapter. Occasionally, I just need a reminder to work on this story. And your review wasn't really mean, I knew exactly what you were talking about. There are things in those stories that do really bother me, and if I were writing it now, I'd certainly change them.
Chocomintkt: I'm glad you like the plot. And I can't stand Kisara from the Canon version. I mean, she has almost no character. This Kisara is much more entertaining, wouldn't you say? She may be a creeper (good word choice, by the way!), but she is so much fun to write. Thanks for the review!
Cayannamon: You think so? Because I think he may need to pop a whole bottle of happy pills. . . not that I'm encouraging drug use!
BlueFox of the Moon: Well, I can't say that he'll remain warm, but I did feel that he needed a good night's sleep. And the silent treatment seemed like something Mokuba would do more than Seto, but who ever said that you couldn't steal a trick from a younger sibling?
Seto K4iba1: Sorry it took so long! Haha- hopefully I'll be back with another update much sooner, but. . . no promises.
ZQuill: I like where the plot is going too. Haha. This really was the first story you read? How cool! And I know exactly what you are talking about when you say it switches between first and third person. Some times, I forget that I'm not writing in third person, and it just slips out. I'm going to go back and fix those at some point. And I don't know about doing Yami's POV. I don't really love his character, but he might show up at some point. Who knows? (Not me!)
Aqua-Princess of Imagination: Sorry I didn't respond in the last chapter, I completely forgot to do so. Haha. But I'm glad you like it! And you were right when you said I was focusing on the Kaibas, and I can't say if I'll put any extra details about other characters in the story, because honestly, I don't know what I would do with it. Thanks for the review!
KiaCoral: Sorry you had to wait so long, but I hope this is worth it! I'm giving you my longest chapter yet!
Teribane: So. . . not my reminder this time. Haha. As for your first question (which I'm sure you'll have to go look up to remember what it is), you'll find that out in the next chapter. . . or maybe the one after that. And for the Flame Swordsman, I'll go ahead and tell you that isn't going to happen. We may have seen the last of him for a while.
AyaseFanGirl: That chapter was short, but I'm making up for it here! Enjoy!
Seto's POV
I slept much longer than I should have. But no one woke me up, and the couch was the most comfortable surface I have sat on in the past week. So I slept all throughout the night and through a good part of the morning. A part of what was keeping me asleep was the fact that when I woke up, I would be thrown back into the world of monsters.
As I laid on the couch, I could tell that I wasn't alone in the room. The dragons had been very good about keeping me from ever being alone. I couldn't blame them. I had every intention of running away the first chance they provided.
Prying my eyes open, I glanced over to see who was in the room with me. I had to rub at my eyes several times before I could see anything.
Kara was sitting at the computer. Her fingers were tapping impatiently against the desk as she stared at the screen. She looked over when I started to sit up, the expression on her face clearly displaying boredom.
"How long does it take for him to get on?" She asked.
I yawned before answering, trying to shake the tiredness that still lingered over me. "He gets on when he gets the chance. It can be anywhere from days to weeks."
She groaned and went back to finger tapping. I ran my fingers through my hair quickly, trying to smooth out what I was certain was a complete mess. Without a mirror, I just had to guess when my hair bore some semblance of normality.
When I finished, I looked out the window to see if I could tell what time it was. It was very bright outside, which lead me to believe that it was much later than the day than I had previously assumed.
I kept looking out the window. It was nice to be back in a familiar setting, even if we weren't in my office. The room I had lead the dragons to was my CFO's office. I didn't want to run the risk of them seeing my name printed on the door to my office and figuring out that I was actually the owner of this building.
It had taken me a while to get the internet back up. None of these computers had been used in a year, and dust had managed to work its way into the machinery. The first one I tried to turn on had over heated and nearly caught on fire. I took the time to clean out the next computer before the second attempt.
Krin had left after an hour. He said that the light monsters were preparing for some invasion, and he had to go lead it. But before he left, he told Kara to come find him if Yami ever told me where he was.
Kisara stayed much longer. She and Kara took turns staying with the computer as I slept, although Kisara managed to keep me awake most of the time she was in the room. She didn't talk to me, but insisted upon singing the entire time. Her lyrics were clearly written by herself. I could tell because it was a love song, about me. It included my name, how much I loved her, and how one day, I planned on running away with her to live out our lives together.
It was a really long song. And when she reached the part where we died, she promptly started over.
But she had finally left when she declared that she was hungrier than she had ever been. It was a fact I doubted was true.
Kara turned to me once I had finished stretching.
"Come over here."
I debated over disobeying. The odds of her taking drastic action were slim, but the more I resisted, the less she would leave me alone.
So I walked over, but I stopped when I reached the edge of the desk. I was just out of her arms reach where I stood. However, I knew that it wouldn't last long.
"Sit down." She said.
There were no chairs other than the one she was sitting on. That led me to believe that she wanted me to sit on the floor. I really didn't want to sit on the floor.
"Why?"
"Because I said so." She said. But she didn't wait for me to respond. She quickly leaned forward and grabbed hold of my arm, pulling me towards her. Only seconds later, I was on the ground beside her feet.
She began to run her fingers through my hair, an action that I realized was petting. She wasn't being very gentle either, every time her hair came up, she brought more strands of my hair with her.
"What are you doing?" I asked, wincing as she tore more hair out.
"Taking out frustration." She said, repeating her previous action.
"Unless you want me to be bald, you should probably stop." I said, trying to lean away from her hand. But Kara grabbed onto my hair and pulled me back.
"I want you right here." She said.
I heard a ding coming from the computer, and Kara finally released her grip on me. From my location at her feet, I couldn't see the screen.
"Who is Boston boy?" Kara questioned.
I tried to lean my head back to see the screen, but Kara pushed my head back down.
"It is not Yami. He is someone else." I answered.
"Why did he call you Kaiba?"
I bit my lip. Since we were currently sitting inside KaibaCorp, answering would result in the dragons watching me even closer. I was hoping to keep that fact from them, but how could I get around that now?
"What exactly did he say?" I asked, trying to stall for time to think over my next response.
"'ey Kaiba, where you been?" Kara said, slowly speaking each word. She sounded disgusted over the sentence, as was I. Wheeler had a horrible way of speaking and typing.
"Kaiba? Isn't that the name of this building?"
Kara looked over in the direction of the door when she heard her sister's voice. I pushed myself deep into the desk, trying with all my strength to disappear, or at least to think of some excuse.
Would they believe that I got the job because my uncle owned the place? But if they could actually read lies, then that would never work. The computer technician detail convinced Kisara, but that was actually part of my job. I did work with computers, quite frequently. Gozaburo did own the company at one point though. I could say that my father was Gozaburo Kaiba, that this was his company, but that wasn't actually true either.
And that would still mean that I knew my way around the building. If my father owned it, then that would be just as bad as my owning it myself. I had no possible explanation.
"It is." Kara answered.
She moved her chair back so she could glare at me, but Kisara came forward and knelt down in front of me. I couldn't look at either of them, so I stared down at the floor.
Kisara wouldn't have that. She reached out and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at her.
"Is your name Kaiba?" She asked.
I wanted to simply nod my answer, but with Kisara holding my gaze forward, I had to answer. "Yes."
"But I thought your name was Seto." Kara stated.
"I've got more than one name, everyone does. Seto is my first, Kaiba my last." I said, hoping my explanation was simple enough for two animals to comprehend.
The two dragons looked at each other. I couldn't tell what they were thinking, but it was apparent that the two of them could tell. While they were communicating with their eyes, Kisara started rubbing her hand against my cheek. That was the first time I noticed how similar her fingernails were to claws.
"Why is it-" Kara asked, glaring at me threateningly, "That you didn't tell us this as soon as you were brought here?"
I waited to answer until Kisara's hand was safely away from my mouth. When Kara didn't press, I assumed that she understood the reason for my hesitation.
"Because I didn't see why it was important." I answered, trying to keep a straight face and steady breaths. But that didn't fool the two girls.
"You're lying to me dearest! Tell me the truth!"
Kara smirked and slid off her seat so she was crouched on the floor next to her sister. "Isn't it obvious, Kisara? He was hoping to be able to escape with that piece of knowledge. After all, I'm sure that he knows the building well enough to evade us."
I had never seen such a hurt expression on anyone's face. Kisara looked as though her entire world had just been destroyed.
"My Love, is that true?" She questioned with a voice so quiet, I barely heard it.
"I can't stay here, Kisara." I said. I made sure to stay her name with the hope that some personalization would keep her from growing too angry with me.
"And why ever not? Haven't I been perfect to you? What have I done wrong?" She exclaimed.
I tried not to roll my eyes at her child-like shouting. My mind pulled memories of Mokuba's similar tantrums as I tried to decide how to respond. With my brother, candy or a movie usually worked. But I had no clue as to how to treat an upset dragon.
"I have to find Mokuba."
That at least got Kisara to stop shouting, but she still looked upset. I could even see tears starting to well up in her eyes.
"Kisara, take over for me. I'm going to have a talk with our brother." Kara said, then got off the floor and left the room.
I almost wanted her to come back. Leaving me in a room with her overly-emotional sister was probably the worst punishment she could think of, and I couldn't help but agree with that thought. My breath was caught in my throat because I was too afraid to make a sound. Kisara looked like a bomb that just needed the slightest motion to set it off.
After Kara left, Kisara didn't say a word. She took her sister's place in front of the computer and stared blankly at the screen. So I began to weigh my options. I needed to get out of here, now. If even Kisara was upset with me, then I had no chance of having her help getting to Mokuba. She may have been friendly yesterday, but she currently was angry. I had to get out, now.
I began pouring through all possible exit strategies. KaibaCorp was a large building, and one that was easy to get lost in. I had to show the dragons around, which led me to believe that they had never been inside before last night. If I could just get away from Kisara for a few seconds, I was certain that I would be able to get out without problem.
When would Kisara leave me alone though? I couldn't simply ask to leave, and there wasn't a possibility that she would leave the room. What did that leave me with?
I needed an excuse to go somewhere that would give me an excuse to go somewhere that I could easily escape from. There were rooms in KaibaCorp with multiple entrances, but Kisara would have to check each room before going in. And even if I did manage to get into one of those rooms, then how would I get in one alone?
There was a bathroom on the next lower floor that had a supply closet in it. To the best of my knowledge, that closet led to the air vents. The vents led to the basement before going to the roof, so I could get out at the bottom floor. From there, I had several options for getting out of the building. That only left the problem of my getting to that bathroom.
Kisara was still glaring at the screen. I didn't believe that she was in a very giving mood.
I could barely stifle the groan that I felt rise to my lips. I knew what I needed to do in order to get what I wanted.
"Kisara, I'm sorry. I should have told you." I said, not looking up at her. Instead, I looked down at the floor, putting on my most apologetic expression.
She snorted, but didn't say anything. So I continued.
"Really. It was stupid of me to think that you wouldn't find out, so I should have just been honest with you. Its just, Mokuba is so important to me."
"Am I not important to you?" She whispered, her voice cracking.
I didn't realize that dragons cried. But I was getting through to her.
"Kisara, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. I just want to see that Mokuba is safe and taken care of. Can't you understand that?" I asked. Then I turned my head to look at her.
The dragon gave me a small smile before holding out her hand. I, not being quite sure what I was supposed to do with it, just extended mine as well.
She took my hand and pulled me up to her. I ended up on my knees beside the chair, kneeling next to her. My tongue was on fire from biting down on it so hard, but I didn't let up.
I even let her move her other hand across my face without pulling back. When she tried to pry open my lips I let her do so. I assumed that she was trying to see if I was being serious, and I had to put on a good show for her.
"Are you really sorry?" She asked.
"I really am." I answered.
She smiled. In one quick movement, she moved down and kissed me. And this time, to sell my charade, I kissed her back.
That really made her happy. When we broke apart, the expression on her face was one of pure delight.
"Oh darling! You do really mean it!" She exclaimed.
I managed to force a small smile onto my face. My act was really getting on my nerves, but I knew how important it was to keep it up. If she trusted me, she might let me be alone.
'Mokuba, Mokuba, Mokuba. . . ' I chanted in my head as she ran her fingers through my hair.
Now was as good a time as any to test how much ground I had gained back.
"Kisara, do you mind walking me to the bathroom?" I asked in my most innocent of voices.
She pressed her lips into a line. I could tell that she was thinking over my request, trying to see if there was any deception in my words. However, I did ask her to walk with me, so how could I be up to anything?
"Well, that's okay I suppose." She said, then looked to the computer. "What if he gets on while I'm not here?" She added.
"What are the odds of that happening, really? It will just be a few minutes." I said.
She nodded and stepped out of her chair. I followed to my feet and kept my hand in hers. She sent me a smile as we began on our way.
I was right, she didn't know her way around the building, so she didn't question our trip down the stairs. After all, she probably had no idea that there were many bathrooms on the very floor we had been on. She swung our joined hands happily, humming as we went.
When we got to the bathroom, I turned to the dragon.
"Wait out here for me?" I said, making sure that I was smiling at her.
She still looked suspicious. I could almost hear her thoughts as she debated whether or not to go in with me.
"I'll just be a few minutes." I lied, hoping that Kisara wasn't able to detect lies like Krin was able to.
"Okay, but just hurry up." She said, dropping my hand.
"Thank you." I said. She probably believed I was thanking her for letting me go in alone, but it was really for assisting me in my escape. My gratitude was very real.
I closed the bathroom door behind me, then immediately went to the closet to get to work. Unscrewing the bolts would be time consuming. Luckily, this was a supply closet, so there were the proper tools for my use inside.
I grabbed one and bent down so I could reach the grate that covered my exit. I moved quickly, turning the screwdriver as fast as my hands allowed.
When the first screw fell out, I caught it and placed it to the side, behind a shelf. I did the same with the other three since I was hoping that Kisara wouldn't know where I went for several minutes. I didn't want to leave her any clues.
I picked up the cover and placed it right next to the opening so I'd be able to reach it once I was inside.
I crawled in the the vent backwards so I would have no difficulty reaching the cover. When I had it back in place, I began to crawl further into the vent. I needed to traverse a large distance before I was discovered to be missing.
I was when I reached the first intersection when I heard Kisara's voice.
"Seto dear? Where are you?"
I kept moving as her voice turned frantic.
"Seto? Seto! Come out right now!" She shouted, and I could tell she was into the closet.
By that time, I had moved far enough away that if she came in after me, it would be near impossible to catch up to be before I was in the basement. Once I got to that point, they would have no idea that I had even left the ventilation system.
But I wasn't out yet.
Mokuba's POV
Try as I might, my arms and legs were not long enough to reach that paper clip. I knew that one paper clip wouldn't be much use to me, but I still had to try something. It sat in front of me for days, unmoving and out of reach. The children had gotten bored of watching me and had gone back to hiding their faces in their knees.
I knew that I needed their help, at least, the one closest to the paper clip. It was a young girl, maybe six or seven, and she hadn't lifted her head up once, not even when the monsters had entered. Getting her to look up had been a problem. No matter how hard I tried, she wouldn't give me any attention.
"Hey." I whispered, loud enough that she could hear me. But she didn't even look up.
"I know that you have been able to hear me. Please look up." I continued, but no response.
I noticed that I was getting several glances from other children in the room. Nearly all of them were staring at me now. Not that they were any help to me.
Then I saw another paper clip across the room, one I hadn't noticed before, and it was within arms reach of another child. And this kid was looking at me curiously.
"Hi. Can you throw me that paperclip next to you?" I said, making sure that the boy knew who I was speaking to.
His eyes opened up wide, and shook his head. I bit my tongue angrily when he put his head back down. That wasn't what I had in mind to happen. Certainly one of these kids had to help me.
"Will anyone give me a paperclip? It isn't going to hurt you just to give it to me." I said, making sure that I looked at every child individually. Just maybe I could find one brave enough kid to do such a small thing.
It was a little girl that responded first. She hesitantly reached out a hand to grab the clip, then she just stared at it for a while. It seemed to be as though she was thinking over what she was about to do.
I couldn't decide whether or not to attempt to encourage her. If I spoke up now, she might choose not to carry through with assisting my escape. Then again, she might only throw it over if I did say something more.
My final decision was just to extend my chained hand towards her. No words, but a small sign that I needed her help. I kept it held out until she made another move, and that took several minutes. But when she finally did look my in the eyes, she accompanied the glance by tossing the paperclip in my direction.
"Thank you." I said, truly grateful. I had to lean forward, getting to the very edges of my reach in order to grab the clip. When it was in my hand, I pulled back quickly, and was immediately glad that I did.
The door swung open quickly, hitting the wall behind it with a loud crash. Any child who had been looking up immediately hid their face once more. I stayed staring ahead, not wanting to appear afraid to the man who didn't blink.
The look on his face made me want to be afraid though. The smug expression let me know what he was about to say before he even spoke a word. He knew about Kuriboh.
"Morning boy. Guess who I found!" He exclaimed. He closed the door behind him and came over to crouch down in front of me. I didn't answer his question.
"Still not going to talk to me? That's fine I suppose, I'll be more than happy to do the speaking. I have something to gloat about, you see." He said, lingering his speech for a second. Between his words, he reached out and pulled my head close to his. I wrinkled my nose in distaste as he continued speaking.
"Your owner is Kuriboh, is it not? It may have taken me a while, but I found out who you were running from. Am I right?" He asked, then waited to see a response. I didn't flinch as we stared each other down, even though the very thought of that pathetic beast being my owner made me want to scream. He may have figured it out, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of watching me crumble.
"I'm going to take that as a yes. Congratulations, you will be home soon."
He started scratching at the back of my neck with one of his fingers, but I still didn't move. He was playing with me, searching for any type of reaction. He was looking up and down my body, and every time he glanced to my hands, I silently panicked. If he saw the paper clip, I might be in more trouble that I was already.
He suddenly threw me backwards, knocking my head into the wall. I groaned in pain, but lifted myself back up to face him.
"Brave child, are you not? I suppose I should tell you that you will be spending a bit longer in my home here. Your owner is currently out, and we cannot seem to find him. He is one of the weaker of our kind, and cannot even transform figures, so it is a bit more difficult to get word to him. But until we do, stay comfortable." He said. He then proceeded to stand up and step backwards. When he reached the door, he added one final comment.
"Maybe I will send a few of those chains with you. I am sure your owner would appreciate the restraint."
Then he closed the door. I waited motionless to hear the sound of the lock being put into place, but it never came. Either he forgot to lock the door, or he just didn't think it was necessary.
I started to work then. I unfolded the small piece of metal to see how long it was, then had to fold it in half in order to keep it from being to weak. But even then, I could tell that it wouldn't be enough. I needed another one.
I turned back to the young girl sitting next to me and attempted once more to get her talking.
"It is kind of cold in here isn't it?" I started, stating the first topic that came to my mind. Of course I knew that it wouldn't work, but I needed to try something. If that beast was going to send me back covered in chains, I would have no chance of escape. With a war pending arrival, I needed to get Seto and myself out of the city.
"I know that you are scared. Trust me, I am too. But if I can get out of here, I can help. I can do good and maybe find a way to rescue you as well. I'm not saying that I will be able to, but at least we can have a chance." I stated.
The girl reacted that time. She barely glanced up from between her knees before burying her head again. But I knew that I was getting through to her, so I went on.
"I have a brother. His name is Seto. He is the only family that I have left. He is why I ran away. I needed to help him because he was chosen."
She, along with nearly everyone else in the room, was giving me their full attention. Now there was just the one thing left that I needed her to do.
"I can't help him if I am stuck here. That is why I need your help, because without that paperclip, I have absolutely no chance of saving him." I said, finishing by stating my fear. I hoped that by telling her the truth, she would trust me.
The girl started crying, and to my horror, shook her head. She did so until it was back in its original position, a position that was no good to me.
Now it was me who wanted to cry. Getting her help had been my only hope of breaking out. I was doomed to go back to that terrible house and be locked in that bedroom for the rest of my life. And all because some girl wouldn't hand me a office supply.
I tried with the one that I had, even though I knew that it wasn't sturdy enough. I felt the pins inside the lock on the chain connecting my wrist to the wall, but they wouldn't move. All I managed to do was bend the one paperclip that I had.
Giving up wasn't an option in my mind, so I kept trying. My eyes were on the paperclip just out of my reach as I moved the one I had around in the lock. I had convinced myself that all I needed was that one thing. I knew how to pick a lock, but not without the proper equipment.
I brought both of my hands to my face so I could take a breath without letting the kids see how afraid I was of being kept here. I didn't want to take away any hope that they might have.
"Sir? Came a voice from a few feet away. I lowered my hands and glanced over. It was one of the kids who had been hiding for nearly the entire time I'd been in here. She was older than most of the others in the room, maybe by three or four years.
The girl's hand was pointing to me, and at the end, I could see another paperclip.
A smile broke out onto my face. "Thank you." I said, reaching out to get close enough for her to hand it to me.
"Make sure your brother is safe." She said as I took the clip from her hand.
"I will." I answered, more confident than I had been before. I never thought that the process of picking the lock would be simple, but I had managed to pick a few in the past. After being kidnapped on several occasions, I decided that it would be a useful skill to acquire.
I unfolded my recently obtained item and placed it next to the other paperclip, then proceeded to put them both into the lock around my left wrist. If I was going to get out, then I would need to get acquainted with the inside of the device. I knew where the pins were, but getting them to move was the problem I was faced with. Every time I successfully moved on into its unlocked position, it slid back down when I tried to move the next one.
I pulled out the clips and stared at them for a moment, waiting for an idea to dawn upon me. There had to be a way to pick a lock without a leverage bar. This lock wasn't huge, so the two paperclips should be enough, but I had nothing to hold the pins in place once I had gotten them where I needed.
Then an idea struck me. I took the two clips and began to twist the ends together. The sharp ends cut at my fingers, but I didn't let that stop me. I twisted until I had a relatively straight piece of metal, and one that was hard to bend. Then, using the lock itself, I made a small bump at the end.
Now when I pushed a pin up and moved on to the next, the paperclip would catch the pin I had just moved and hold it in place.
I reinserted the makeshift lock pick into the chain and once more, started my attempt to break out.
There were five pins total, the first of which slid into place easily. I took a breath before moving deeper into the lock. I felt the pin catch and smiled. It was working.
I had to start over twice when I lost my grip on the lock pick, but I didn't let it discourage me. Eventually, I had all five pins up, and I slowly began to slide the lock.
The chain fell off my wrist and clattered to the floor. The sound drew the eyes of several children, who looked at me with apparent awe in their eyes. They were surprised that I succeeded.
So I got to work on the chains around my ankles, finding that after learning the proper technique, those two came off much faster. And when I was down to the last chain, I stopped. I was not left handed, so manipulating the right hand lock would be much more difficult.
My left hand was clearly not use to moving in the way I was trying to get it to. It took five minutes to get the first pin up, which I immediately lost my grip on.
I kept trying though. I knew that the more I tried, the better I would become at using my left hand.
And I was right. Eventually, after around an hour's worth of time, I got to the point I could get multiple pins up. From there, it was just a matter of time before the last chain fell off.
I stood up and stretched. That action had everyone looking at me, but I was so elated that I only faintly noticed. I pocketed the lock pick, figuring that it might be useful some time in the future.
I crept to the door, pressing my ear against it, listening for any sound that would signal me not to exit at that moment. When I heard nothing, I considered waiting a while longer to make certain nothing was on the other side, but I reconsidered. I'd only be waiting for someone to show up if I did that.
So I opened the door silently, pleased that my captor hadn't taken the time to lock it. I closed it quietly behind me. For the briefest of moments, I thought about letting out the two kids who had helped me. But I had to push that to the back of my mind. Doing so only risked my escape, so I kept moving forward.
There wasn't anyone in the hallway, and I couldn't hear any voices. I continued slowly forward, stopping at the first door I came to. This one I pressed my ear against as well, and found a quiet murmuring on the other side. So I passed that one by.
The next door I came to sounded quiet enough, so that was the door I went into.
The room was empty. It appeared to be an office, complete with desk, computer, file cabinet, and the like. It had the one thing I was searching for, a window on the back of the building. I didn't want to go out a door since I was more likely to be seen if I went out that way.
I peered out the window and didn't see anyone. I did my best not to make a sound as I slid the window up, but I couldn't prevent the screeching that came from time without being used.
But I didn't wait around to see if anyone heard. As soon as the opening was large enough, I climbed out.
The moment my feet made contact with the ground, I took off running. My plan was very simple, get as far away from that building as I could manage before my legs gave out. I didn't even bother running towards KaibaCorp; I just ran.
The sun was up, so I assumed that Kuriboh, and anyone he had looking for me, would be indoors. That didn't mean I wasn't at risk, but it kept me from hiding at every sound I heard.
I ended up three miles from my starting location when I lost my breath. At the first seemingly abandoned building I came to, I ducked inside. I found a small closet and hid there. When I caught my breath, I'd leave to return to my search for Seto, but until then, I'd wait here.
Yes, I realize that it has been two months since an update, and we can blame that on my being lazy. I've got no excuses. However, since the last chapter didn't include Mokuba's POV, I found that now his and Seto's POVs are matching up really well. I mean, this chapter is about escape, the next chapter, something similar will happen to them both, and so on.
I do want to point out something about the whole lock picking thing. I tried it out several times so I could accurately write the scene. Every lock I found has been successfully picked with two paperclips. Just a bit of information there!
Reviews would be appreciated!