A/N: Hello! sorry for the delay in uploading! Wanted to get this up sooner, but rough week at work meant inspiration was in short supply. Anyway, enough excuses! I hope this doesn't suck. Please enjoy! Xx

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Wish I did though!

Chapter Three

Yukiko stared down the barrel of the gun with dread. How had he found them? She scolded herself immediately after thinking this. Of course she knew how they'd been found. She should have kept her cool. Why did she have to lose her temper like that? Yukiko watched fearfully as the man stepped down the steps, fully entering the safe room. Yukiko gulped, unsure of what to do. Why was he here? Instinctively she tried to shield her parents from view of the intruder. She gazed up at the attacker. He was wearing a woollen balaclava that revealed only a small proportion of his eyes. They were grey, cold and uncaring. The man beneath was ruthless. It was there in the frostiness of his gaze. Yukiko could feel her hands shaking and had to fight against it.

"Why… why are you here?" She asked quietly, not sure if he'd even answer. What if he'd been sent to murder and nothing more? Yukiko tried not to imagine what death would be like. She didn't want to think about how it would feel leaving Seto forever. She couldn't bear to even think about it. The man suddenly jerked with his gun, clearly gesturing for Yukiko to go up the stairs. Now she really was on edge. If he wasn't here to steal, which it really didn't look like he was, and if he wasn't here to kill… why did he want her to go up the marble stairs, back into the mansion? As Yukiko moved forwards with shaking legs, she couldn't help but think back to a time before her memories had returned to her. She'd been attacked in an alleyway and that had been for money.

"Kaori, no!" Her mother cried out, jumping forwards and grabbing her wrist, trying to pull her back from the gunman. Yukiko gazed at her mother and frowned. The woman still insisted on interfering she thought with a heavy hearted happiness. It was nice she was trying to protect her, but now was not the right time. Yukiko wrenched her arm free with a smile. She tried to look reassuring, but she suspected it had come out as a grimace.

"I'll be okay, mom." Yukiko smiled at the woman, before walking up the stairs, the cold steel of the gun pressing into her back threateningly.

She walked out of the hidden door way and into the Kaiba mansion main hall. Yukiko looked around and realised the place was empty and deserted. She trembled, still feeling the gun. She turned around and took a hesitant step backwards, away from the man. He glared at her as he closed the door, hiding it once again. He gestured with the gun again for her to head towards the front doors, opposite the bottom of the grand staircase they'd been hidden under. Yukiko walked slowly forwards. She needed to do something, but what? She couldn't leave with the man. It would be stupid, but how was she going to escape? She felt the cold hard metal of the barrel of a gun dig into her back again, forcing her to move, she took a step forward away from the cold touch of possible death. She turned around and faced the man, swallowing her fear. She scowled at the man, her hands raised.

"Tell me what you want!" She demanded her voice wavering with the fear she felt. Ignoring her question, he gestured with the gun for her to move. Yukiko forced herself to remain calm.

"Speak to me," She commanded, but the man just scowled at her, his eyes darkening.

"Move!" He ordered, He raised his fist, preparing to strike her. Yukiko turned away, eyes scrunched, preparing for the blow. When it didn't come, Yukiko chanced a peek. She turned back to the man, eyes wide. He had crumpled to the floor, a man stood above him his own hand raised.

"Kenta!" Yukiko exclaimed with a sigh of relief. The man, Kenta had been hired shortly after Yukiko had been attacked and he'd quickly risen in the ranks of security. He often accompanied Kaiba to important tournaments and events. Kenta was just a little bit taller than Kaiba and he was broad, but not enough to prevent him looking smart in the black suit all the security wore. He had an ear piece curling around his ear, which was visible due to his shortly cropped black hair. He smiled reassuringly at Yukiko, giving no indication on how he'd managed to take down the armed man. He stepped over the body now, kicking the hand gun away from the unconscious intruder.

"Miss Yukiko, are you alright?" He asked nodding at her slightly. Yukiko blushed, not liking been addressed so formally. She nodded her heart beating frantically with relief.

"Never better," She breathed.

Just as she spoke, a man came bursting through the front doors of the house. He marched over to them and stopped before Yukiko. She gazed up at him and smiled. Kaiba looked worried. Without another word he took a hold of Yukiko, pulling her against his chest and wrapping his arms around her, causing her cheeks to turn pink. He rested his head upon to the top of hers and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay?" He asked after a few seconds. Yukiko pulled back from him and looked up into his face. She smiled at him breathlessly. She had been scared, but he was here now, she felt safe again.

"I'm fine," she replied honestly. She could see Seto physically relax at her words. His arms wrapped tighter around her.

"I was concerned," he spoke seriously, trying to maintain his usual stern and business like persona. Yukiko shook her head slightly, amused at his behaviour.

"Kenta, take that fool away." Kaiba ordered, turning away from the man lying on the floor, pulling Yukiko with him. She allowed herself to be directed out of the hall.

Yukiko sat in the lounge two hours later, flicking absently through the channels. She had since changed into her night wear and had the fluffy throw curled around her. Her parents had left shortly after the man had been captured. Despite everything, they still tried to drag her with them. Yukiko had forcibly told them no, and still offered to give them a room for the night, but stubborn as they were they were having none of it. After the events of the evening, Yukiko wasn't sure she could blame them. She'd never known the Kaiba mansion to have a break in before. She knew she hadn't been at the house that long, but still. The man they'd captured had been handed over to the security team, who would in turn pass the man across to the police. Yukiko was still confused. Why had they attacked?

"Are you okay, Yukiko?" A voce asked her, jolting her out of her thoughts. A teen with black hair and greyish eyes had entered the room. He sat himself down next to her on the sofa. Yukiko grinned at Mokuba, the youngest of the Kaiba brothers.

"I'm okay," She replied truthfully. She was glad Mokuba had been at a friend's house when the attack had happened. She hadn't wanted him to suffer the rudeness of her parents.

"Wanna play a game?" Yukiko asked hopefully. She wanted to distract herself until Kaiba returned. She was terrified of what the reason for the intrusion might have been. Mokuba's eyes widened with excitement. He beamed at her.

"Sure! What do you wanna play?" He exclaimed moving over to the TV and looking through the many game consoles there.

"Whatever you want, you can choose!" Yukiko beamed.

Kaiba walked down the hall way with concern weighing heavy upon his thoughts. The intruder, he'd been a frustrating man. He refused to part with any information at first, but Kaiba had his ways. He'd managed to get a small amount of information out of the idiot in the end. He'd been sent to take something important. It didn't take a genius to work out that meant a member of his family. Even Wheeler could have worked that out, he mused to himself. Unfortunately the intruder had refused to say any more or for what purpose he'd been trying to take Yukiko. Kaiba frowned. He could only presume, which wasn't enough. He needed more knowledge, but he had a feeling it was to use a hostage as leverage against him. He growled at the thought. No one would take either Yukiko or Mokuba away from him. He walked into the living room and stood by the door way. Mokuba and Yukiko were both sat on the Sofa, eyes glued to the TV, a game controller in their hands. They were playing a racing game and were both getting quite competitive with it. Kaiba leaned against the door frame. He wasn't usually one to wear his heart on his sleeve, or even think silly emotional thoughts, but gazing into the room at the two people who meant more to him than he could describe, he felt truly happy.