The bottle of wine was being chilled in an ice bucket, and Seto was obviously itching to hang up. He had the man on speakerphone and wasn't really listening, so Yami sat down across from him and kicked his shoes off to curl his legs up on the comforter in the seat, enjoying the way the sun bounced handsomely off of Seto's high cheekbones.

"Uh huh… yeah, can we table this for next week? I'm on a plane," Seto said to his phone as he slipped the Bluetooth earpiece into its case and shoved it into his bag. "Pin it on the task board. I'll look at it when I return in two weeks."

Yami shut him out and stuck his arms out to sun himself on the large patch of sunshine coming in from the window, aching to take a nap. It was his favorite weather.

Seto finally hung up and pressed his hands into his face, taking a deep breath while the plane rumbled loudly, gearing for takeoff.

"Nap?" Yami raised his voice over the noise, and Seto shook his head, reaching for the wine, making a motion to open it, but Yami stopped him with a smirk. "Don't you want to wait until we hit altitude?"

"No," Seto replied flatly, and he stabbed the wine opener into the cork, wrenching it open and popping the seal open loudly.

Grinning, Yami accepted the empty glass that was handed to him and eagerly eyed the red liquid filling his cup. His first sip of alcohol all month. He'd been waiting for this moment! The doctor had suggested he cut out all mood-altering substances—mainly alcohol, while he focused on healing.

"Fucking cheers to this vacation," Seto growled, and he barely toasted Yami before he tossed it back with a few elegant gulps and sank back into the seat with a tired groan. "I'm muting my phone."

"Me too," Yami nodded eagerly and slipped his phone out of his blazer pocket to silence it, seeing two missed calls from an unknown number. Odd.

The area code was Domino City….

"What?" Seto asked aggressively, taking another sip. "Who is it?" He'd seen Yami's brow furrow.

"Do you recognize this number?" Yami held his phone up and Seto barely glanced at it.

"No. Block."

"It's going to bother me, so I'll find out," Yami said quickly, copying the number and throwing it into a search browser and seeing results for 'Domino Police' come up.

Oh. It was Anzu…

He memorized the number on accident before deleting it and silencing his phone.

Vacation started now.

Taking up the wine glass again, Yami tossed it back and enjoyed the dry tingle that grazed the roof of his mouth when he swallowed. He set it down and Seto had advanced on him across the way by blatantly resting his long legs beside him, so Yami leaned down playfully to rest his cheek against Seto's knees, and felt Seto's legs slipping down to the ground.

So he raised up and suddenly found Seto kneeling before him on the ground in front of his seat and hands were coming for his belt. He leaned back into the seat and enjoyed the light brown hair blocking the view of his own dick, and felt cool hands massaging his balls before a tight heat engulfed his stiffness, and Seto was giving him an enthusiastic blow job with his eyes closed blissfully.

Bucking his hips up playfully into Seto's mouth, Yami inched his pants down lower and threw his head back to sink fully into the joyful pangs of pleasure Seto was giving him with his naughty tongue. The wine was giving him an extra headrush as the hot tongue circled his tip repeatedly before Seto rammed his mouth down against his hardness, giving him rolling jolts of electricity building up into a wonderful high. He rested his hand atop Seto's hair and gave it a loving stroke, clenching and heaving as a tight orgasm fought its way up his chest and made him tremble.

Seto clamped his lips tightly around Yami's hardness to drink it all in and kept bobbing his head up and down, enjoying the lewd scent enveloping him every time he dipped his head down to taste Yami some more, the semen stinging the back of his throat as he kept swallowing. The taste mingled nicely with the wine, and he leaned back with a satisfied sigh, seeing Yami reach for the glass to take a casual sip with his fly still open.

"Give me some," Seto grabbed the glass from Yami and swished a mouthful of wine in his mouth before swallowing it. There.

Now he needed a nap.

Curling up intrusively beside Yami, Seto laid his head down on Yami's shoulder and closed his eyes, crossing his arms and legs while Yami's hand came pressing playfully down against his hardness between his legs, making him tense.

"I'll do you?" Yami offered hopefully, and he watched as Seto shook his head tightly and kept his eyes shut. Lines of stress hugged his under eyes, so Yami let it go.

"After. I'm dead," Seto replied, already drifting off as he sank into Yami's warmth beside him. "Wake me up…later…"

And he passed out quietly, the wine helping him drift off automatically.

Aw, Yami passed a hand over Seto's bangs and ruffled them with a loving motion.

He'd take a nap too.

Drawing the blinds beside him, he snuggled down into the seat and propped the pillow up behind him, reclining it all the way until their quadrant turned into a mini-bed area, and let Seto roll over on his side. He draped his arm around Seto's shoulder and hugged him from the back, pressing his forehead into the CEO's body and also drifting off quickly. The loud lull of the plane's engines along with the wine drunkenness helped.

Yami woke up several times every two hours, seeing Seto was still sleeping, so he drank a glass of wine every time before falling back asleep beside the CEO. The window outside was dark, and Yami secretly relished in the long flight.

This was enjoyable.

He pulled a heavy blanket down from the storage space above and threw it over their legs, falling back into the pillows and shutting his eyes again, enjoying this rare opportunity to just sleep.

Seto woke up slowly, parched, so he peeled himself out of the sheets to stumble down the aisle, aiming for the wet bar to serve himself a glass of water. His phone was non-stop buzzing in his pocket, and he hated how that had woken him up.

He reached down to silence it before a realization dawned on him.

If he muted it, and it was still ringing, that meant there was an emergency and the person reaching him was Isono.

Fuck. Could it wait?

Bringing the pitcher of water back to the table across from their bed, Seto put it down and slowly slid out his phone, his vision blurring when he saw 80 missed calls.

20 of them from a police number he'd blocked.

60 from Isono.

And 24 texts, all starting with "MR. KAIBA. URGENT." And "PLEASE ANSWER", "MR. KAIBA, SHOULD I CALL…", "MOKUBA IS…"

Mokuba what? Seto tapped on the message and tried to read it, but there was a dull headache wrapping around his forehead.

He took a deep breath and read it again, forcing himself to see every word.

"Mr. Kaiba, I'm alright. I was knocked unconscious and then tied up, but the men who stormed our gates came in with heavy weaponry and TOOK MOKUBA."

"MASTER KAIBA PLEASE ANSWER! Mokuba has been kidnapped!"

"Please answer your phone, master kaiba!"

"Should I call Yami instead? Oh his phone is off too. I understand you are both 'off' right now so I'm going to override your mute settings!1/!"

[missed call from Isono] x 10

-[2:03 AM]-

[missed call from Isono] x 10

[missed call from Isono] x 2

"Footage from our home has been submitted to the police where they will try to find and track the men who took him! After I was knocked out, Mokuba put up quite a fight, even wounding one man. I'm amazed and relieved, he seems to have taken a lesson from Yami"

[missed call from Isono] x 2

"Master Kaiba, please don't panic. Police assure me he will be fine. They intend to call for ransom and we have yet to receive a call. Police say it should be 5 -12 hours because they want us to worry, well it's working."

"I'm aware you might not be able to re-route your flight unless you find an available runway to land, so please focus on traveling back safely as soon as you can!"

[missed call from Isono] x 10

[missed call from Isono] x 10

Seto blinked and closed his eyes.

He opened them again and the screen blurred in his vision again.

This was…not a dream.

He should tell Yami.

No. He shouldn't.

Yami was on vacation mode.

This would turn him into a scary robot for the rest of the trip back.

But…maybe he needed that Yami right now, for Mokuba.

Letting his breath out slowly, Seto blinked again and realized the blurring of his vision was caused by annoying wetness in his eyes, and something dripped down the side of his face and landed on his phone screen.

Horrified, Seto passed his hand under his chin and realized he was…crying and shaking. His hand was shaking so much, he couldn't even read the new, incoming texts anymore.

Yami heard Seto moving around, obviously awake, so he decided to surprise Seto with a smile. He pushed the covers off himself and sat up to throw his hands up in the air, grinning, "Happy anniversary!" Or so he thought, because it was around this time he'd received the assignment to kill him—the CEO was crying outwardly in the space across from him.

"You remembered too?" Yami beamed and snuck his hand across the top of the sheet to rest his hand warmly on Seto's knee which was trembling so much, it shocked him.

What. What was wrong?!

Was this much crying normal or was it happy crying?

It's our anniversary day?! Seto reeled and he couldn't react. He was numb. He couldn't tell Yami this horrible news… Or he could twist it with humor and meet Robot-Killer Yami…one last time. For Mokuba's sake.

"I'm…" Seto's voice caught in his throat, and Yami's arms came crushing around his neck, giving him a hug so firm, it made him break down for real, and he buried his forehead into Yami's shoulder, letting his breath out in a shuddering sob and letting out a pained yell that was muffled by Yami's blazer. He felt Yami jump in fear in his arms, but he couldn't stop heaving and gasping, trying not to spiral in his mind.

Mokuba was going to be fine.

They were trapped in the air a million miles away from Japan, but they would land, and Yami would find a way to give them hell, right?! Whoever had taken him?!

"I…love you too… Are you hurt?" Yami asked worriedly, wondering why the CEO was clinging to him so hard, shaking his body too with the force of his sobs. "More wine? I drank this one— Seto? …Tell me what's wrong? This much crying for three years is odd. Even I know that. I think."

Slowly composing himself, Seto took another deep breath, and then another.

"I have…a fucking…p-present… for you…" Seto choked through gritted teeth, grabbing his still-vibrating phone and pushing it blindly towards Yami's lap. "Best …3-year anniversary present… f-for a super normal couple like us. That was sarcas-stic….shit, fuck. I need to wash my face."

"Did you really?" Yami exclaimed brightly, letting out a laugh. "I like your sarcasm, don't worry. Let's see… Did you send me money? Because you know how I feel about that—"

Yami glanced at the phone and saw a stream of all caps messages from Isono, a bunch of missed calls from the manservant, and 20-something missed calls from the police number.

Mokuba's name was peppered all over the messages, and he had to hold his breath to make the words stop sliding around on the screen.

What! What were his eyes seeing?!

Mokuba had been kidnapped.

There was a video file Isono had sent, which Seto didn't open.

Yami downloaded it with a low hum in his ears, his body slow and heavy with the sudden onslaught of dread, adrenaline, rage, and fear.

It was footage of the kidnapping.

He sent it to his own phone and watched it on Seto's screen, feeling the CEO sag back into the cushions and look defeated, with his hands shoved into his hair while he curled his knees up to his elbows. Sparing him a gentle pat on the shoulder, Yami watched the video.

The men that pulled up to the gate were fully masked in all black, and had unmarked cars and plates.

Their guns were definitely imported and they moved with precision, obviously directed by one alpha in an earpiece that worked in close-range, unaffected by their signal jammers, and they strategically knocked out Isono, and all the other guards silently before stationing men all around the house—windows, balconies, back garden walls—to prevent an escape, before they swept Mokuba out of his room.

Mokuba had been doing homework with the TV on behind him, so he didn't hear anything happening until it was too late.

The men marched into his room and grabbed him out of his desk chair while Mokuba kicked and screamed, the audio muted because Isono had kindly done so for Seto's health, but Yami knew he needed to hear it for himself.

He might have to do that at the back of the plane, away from Seto.

Mokuba used a pen to stab directly upwards into the jaw of the man holding him, making him stagger back and bleed profusely all over the desk, but two other men converged on Mokuba and bound his hands behind his back while also blindfolding him. Then he was carried unceremoniously out of the room over the shoulder of a burly man, and the crew rolled out of the Kaiba Mansion gates in eerie precision.

He'd seen this before. High-profile kidnapping, taken to an undisclosed location, and then the prisoner was either killed in transit, or taken out by a specific hit man at the location. Having been that man before, Yami knew they only had a few days to find Mokuba alive—if he was still alive.

STOP. Don't do that, Yami told himself as he took a deep breath and felt an odd haze settle over the front of his mind.

He was…drunk. And angry.

And to his extreme surprise, Seto apologized to him.

"I'm sorry," the CEO said into his hands. "We can't have a normal anniversary. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Take action. Land," Yami said stiffly, no longer able to sit still in all the soft blankets and pillows around him when he knew Mokuba might be held somewhere dark and cold. "And I'll take action from my end. It might reveal where I am and who I'm working for, but I don't care. Mokuba is more important."

He unmuted Seto's phone and placed it into the CEO's lap before he got up and dug his phone out, noticing he also had 50 missed calls and a couple of voice mails.

He checked the ones from Isono first, noting they were copy-pasted from Seto's phone, so he read Anzu's texts quickly.

"ATEM. This is serious and regarding your employer's family member, MOKUBA.

"Please please pick up."

"I'm going to keep calling you Atem, because guess what, WE NEED HIM! Who the fuck is Yami?!"

"PICK THE FUCK UP IF YOU CARE ABOUT THIS KID AT ALL!"

"ATEM."

"….Find this man. [ . ] If you can connect anyone to him, you might be able to do a lot of good! [image attached] we can put you in our protection. You're not betraying anyone by taking this man DOWN and his entire operation DOWN. PLEASE PICK UP A CHILD'S LIFE IS IN DANGER—this is ANZU btw if that wasn't fuckign clear"

Yami's thumb shook as he leaned against the nearest seat and didn't download the files yet.

Accepting meant…he would go back to being Atem.

He was receiving an assignment. This one came with a lot more informal yelling, and he was directly in sexual relations with the target's older brother.

This was going to be messy.

Isono was also frantically texting him non-stop, making his phone buzz so much, his hand went numb.

"Master Yami, I implore you to please watch this footage with discretion and AWAY from Master Kaiba if possible please…"

Yami walked down the length of the plane and shut himself in the bathroom, playing the footage and swallowing thinly when he listened to Mokuba's fluent cursing and screaming as the man fought him.

"Stay still you little brat!"

"GERROFF ME YOU FUCKING CREEP! TAKE…THAT! Ha….-ow! LEGGO! I won't miss you guys at all! FUCK OFF!...BLEED TO DEATH!"

Aw, he said the code words… Yami blinked and waited to feel a rush of affection he usually felt for Mokuba and instead, only felt a cold knot of dread in his stomach. Oh no.

All he felt now was a strong sense of purpose, and anger.

And the urge to kill every person who stood in his way of finding Mokuba alive.

That was a bad feeling to have going into an assignment.

I'm broken. Officially out of commission, Yami thought as he set his phone aside carefully and dipped his hands into the sink to wash his face. He would take a shower and emerge as Atem. He was already halfway there. It would do everyone some good.

Seto was mindlessly downing the rest of the alcohol, unsure what to do with himself after shouting at the pilot to land at the nearest runway that would let them.

He'd pay anything. He'd do anything for Mokuba.

Yami was …somewhere.

He'd locked himself in the bathroom and was taking a shower.

Calmly. As if the world wasn't ending. Or maybe he was mad that this was their anniversary, and he'd taken the present comment as an offense. Whatever. It didn't matter.

Nothing mattered. He felt sick.

He heard rustling beside him and when he finally had the energy to look up, he tried not to feel shocked at Yami's sudden change.

His handsome face was dark with anger, and his hair had been spiked more aggressively. He was wearing a dark, fitted formal shirt, with black slacks, one belt, the stylish, clear-lens, infrared glasses that made him look hot, and gloves. Not driving gloves or weightlifting gloves.

"What are you doing? Are you mad at me?" Seto asked dryly, and to his dismay, he didn't receive an answer. "Hey! We're landing in NYC…for refuel and turning back around! …Okay. Suit yourself."

Yami ignored him and walked to the front of the plane to sit down and take a call.

His voice echoed audibly down the hallway, speaking another language that sent a chill down his spine.

Seto listened intently, and that call ended. Yami went silent for a bit, then dialed another number, talking in French this time, and Seto tried to hide his amazement as he stared at the sharp spikes sticking up from the plush seats miles away from him.

Yami sounded angry, and he hung up furiously and then made another call.

There was a long pause, then Yami started speaking Dutch, and Seto blinked rapidly, unable to hide his shock. Obviously Japanese was one of Yami's…15 languages?!

Another phone call was being made, and Yami got up from the seat to walk over to him, his delicate face graver that Seto had ever seen him, and the laptop he'd been using for work was snatched out of the other seat and taken to the front of the plane where Yami sat down once again, and began speaking fluid English.

Now this, he could understand.

Yami was fucking sexy when he spoke every language under the sun.

"Correct, that's me. Yes, I was in Japan, and yes, I did see the Pair—no. And you know me better than that. Where is Sigma? …. I wasn't asking nicely. …..You realize that by picking up this call, I now have your location. ….I'm on a plane there right now, just deciding where to land… Better tell me what you know or I'll come to you and I have no problems doing that…."

Yami hung up and Seto could hear rapid typing, and his skin crawled. Maybe it was better he didn't know….

"Kaiba, don't pick up any phone calls from now on. Your phone number from your third work phone is burned," Yami said calmly, making a note to himself to refresh the CEO's phone numbers and find himself a satellite phone when they landed, and he cursed himself for not bringing one.

Kaiba? Is he talking to…me? Seto wondered dimly, and he could only nod.

"And now, Anzu… No." Yami muttered to himself and dialed another contact in the Americas, rising to his feet to talk to the pilot while the phone rang in his ears.

Yami knocked on the pilot's door and received a quiet answer about when they would land, and walked back to his seat, finally hearing someone pick up on the other end, and the blood rushed loudly in his ears. Jackpot.

"Heyyyyyyyyyy! I'm bored! What are you doing? …Let's party!" Yami cried loudly in English, throwing himself down on the seat and using Seto's laptop to throw on some music to make it sound tinny in the background.

Seto couldn't believe the change of tone.

Yami went from making death threats in one call to outlandish drunkard in a second.

"No…? Where's Sigma? He knows how to have a good time? ….Fuck, man I don't know. I have a client who's really depressed and I wanna cheer him up! This is the perfect gift. Yeahhhhhhhhh …..Tables and bottles on me next time we cross paths. ….Me? Retired? HA. I fucking wish. Where'd you hear that rumor? ….I'll call him to give him hell. I'm back, bitch. Count on it."

And Yami hung up viciously, dialing another number he'd been given, and reverting back to Japanese to finally answer the yakuza who had woken up to call him back.

"Hey, you piece of shit," Yami snapped, sitting up straight and feeling the plane dip a little when they began their descent. "What happened to our deal, or do you think that after the Deranged Pair threatened you, you can get rid of me that easily?"

"…What deal…" the man mumbled, and Yami felt an alien rage surge through his chest.

"The one where you keep your men on alert for me around the Kaiba campuses and gather them, because I need them at the docks. Now."

"….Okay… How many…and…for what. This will cost you—"

"I'll. Pay." Yami hissed through gritted teeth. "Mokuba Kaiba. The child is being held somewhere. I want you to check all abandoned, foreclosed, and construction buildings in and around our prefecture. Wake up everyone. I mean everyone. Ages 16 and above. If they can walk, they can search. If you can't find this child in Japan within the next 2 hours, I will come for your heads. The deal was… Kaiba Family is highest priority, and you agreed. Get up. Now."

And Yami hung up with a shaky exhale.

He was losing touch.

Usually he could make threats for hours and enjoy it.

He'd only been doing it for one hour and was getting tired.

Now time to call Yakuza in another prefecture.

He picked up the phone to make the same demands to another man sounding sleepier than the first one, and Yami received a TSA yakuza's number through him, so he dialed it and thankfully received an alert person.

"Yo… It's Guchi Gucci, as in Higuchiii—"

"Shut the fuck up and listen," Yami snapped, and he saw Seto's shadow pan up behind him and he held his hand up flat to stop the CEO from walking further and seeing his laptop screen. "Sit down. Don't move and sober up—I wasn't talking to you. Are you aware Mokuba Kaiba was snatched from the Kaiba Mansion?"

Seto froze in the middle of the aisle and slowly backed away to sit down again. Damn.

Yami was scary when he was like that?!

"No one leaves the country. I want it all shut down, and I am in contact with Anzu Mazaki who will deliver the formal statement, yes…. Yes. No outgoing flights for the next 16 hours—TOO FUCKING BAD. And you know what? You're lucky Strings didn't name you as an accomplice. Yes, I know it was you, you human-trafficking piece of shit. Get to fucking work or I'll put one in you with a smile, and I've been dreaming about doing that lately. Test me."

Seto's blood ran cold, and he stared at his folded hands.

There was a lot about Yami he didn't know. And he didn't know if the nausea was the plane's rapid descent or his own anxiety coming up to choke him.

"Now, Anzu," Yami let out a sigh and dialed the number back, grateful that she picked up on the first ring.

"Atem—"

"Docks are shut down," Yami talked over her fast, eager to get her up to date.

She was his Queen. The most movable and powerful piece. He'd move her last unless it was absolutely an emergency, otherwise, she could deliver commands from safety. "Outgoing flights are on their way to being shut down, I had an agent deliver the news internally, and you need to follow through publicly. I'll call in a bomb threat if I have to. No plane leaves Japan starting now."

Anzu stayed politely silent and took notes. "Understood. Where should I look first?"

"Nowhere yet," Yami replied emotionlessly, pulling up the map of Domino the yakuza had sent him of abandoned buildings and disused containers. Mokuba was in one of those, most likely. He had a hunch and usually those panned out.

"Okay what can I do, right now?" Anzu asked gently, and Yami answered coldly.

"Be on standby. I'm trying to connect to the man you sent me the file of," Yami answered, feeling the wine-drunk wearing off annoyingly. "You're not Interpol so I can't deliver him to you."

"I'm aware…" Anzu said slowly, wondering when it would also be a good time to bring up Joey's sister, and for some reason, it didn't feel like a good time at all. Maybe she could…try?

"Can I ask you another favor?" She added, and Atem's reply was instantaneous.

"No. Let's make one thing clear. You work for me. Now." Yami answered in a low tone. "We can go back to our lighthearted favor-exchanging if you move correctly to my instructions. If the boy dies, I will find everyone involved and kill them. You won't be able to stop me. Take this recording as admission of crimes if you want, but you won't be able to catch me either. Good night, Anzu. Stay mobile and wait for my call."

The plane dipped further, and the wheels landed with a rough bump on the ground, the entire cabin bobbing as they rushed down the runway at a high speed, the sound making Yami's ears pop.

Ground in NYC.

He might be able to find some familiar assholes here to torment while he waited to hear back from the yakuza searching every inch of Japan. He needed to blow off steam and shoot a man in the face and watch him bleed for stress relief.

He slipped the right glove back on and stood to grab his gun from the duffle bag above, making sure to tuck the silencer in an ankle holster, aware that Seto was watching his every move, probably forming new conclusions about him, and he couldn't worry about that now.

Author's note:

:O wwwwwwaa atem might be baccccc

Endearing Note from my editor:
yami are you forgetting that 1) he has also killed people, 2) this is his BABY BROTHER, 3) kaibas literally already also crazy