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Chapter List
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Chapter Five

(the flight of the
bumblebee)

::

The boy was whimpering,
soft kittenish mewls of pleasure that sent Adrian's heart racing. His
eyes were glazed and over-bright, his body shivering uncontrollably
in Adrian's hold. He had allowed the boy to speak sometime during his
ministrations, focusing on teasing the tiny form before him to the
edge of ecstasy and beyond.

A smile tugged one corner
of his lips up. So delicate...so responsive. Such a delightful
Dark Angel.

Adrian sighed softly,
relishing the satiny feel of hard flesh wrapped up in his hand, at
complete odds with the softness of the rest of the boys flesh. His
other hand skimmed lightly over Yugi's back, trailing down his spine
with a feather-light touch.

Yugi didn't want to be
here. Anywhere would be better than this...than these conflicting
feelings. He was frozen, each limb burning so hotly that he felt icy
cold. Because it wasn't really his body anymore, was it? It
was that man. He had taken it over.

Yugi wanted Yami. His
beautiful, dark, protective, vindictive, ruthless, vicious, gentle,
enthralling and utterly his yami. Yugi hated being kept from
what was essentially part of his own soul. But then again...who
wouldn't be? The two of them together were truly Yin and Yang,
although such a crude and often misleading and overused term couldn't
really apply to them.

They were the Sun and the
Moon, each fighting for dominance, yet ultimately bound to, and
needing each other. Forever dancing in an eternal chase. The moon
reflecting the sun's brightness, yet not without it's own light.

He knew people often saw
them as that Yin/Yang, Yin being Yami, and Yang being him.

But they were wrong. Oh
were they wrong.

Yugi was Kun to Yami's
Li, the support to Yami's fire, who nourished Yugi's spirit. They
were Khonsu and Amen-Re in human form.

They were balance and
upheaval, restlessness and contentment.

...and Yugi needed to
find his strength.

“How can anyone so
beautiful be so dark?” Adrian murmured, his attention
completely caught on the youth before him.

“Not...not...dark.”
Yugi mumbled, his voice soft and detached, his head lolled against
Adrian's chest, the fabric muffling his voice

Adrian pulled back,
raising the other's head. “Not dark?” he asked, amused.
“Then what are you?”

The potion was still
working, and Yugi smiled. Once. Lightly. He couldn't lie. Didn't want
to lie. He wasn't weak, but he had almost forgotten that.

Yugi wasn't a toy, he
wasn't a toy to be played with. He was more...he was so much
more than any mortal could have dreamed.

How could he have
forgotten that?

But it didn't matter now.
He could feel the laughter bubble inside of him, feel it cleanse his
body of it's despair.

“What...what am I?”
Yugi asked, his voice husky from his earlier screams. He chuckled,
small shakes shuddering his abused form as he searched for the light
he knew he carried, the pure energy he truly embodied.

“What am I...?”
The question was aimed at himself, half whispered in Yugi's sweet,
soft voice.

Adrian frowned. Something
wasn't right. This feeling of unease was dissipating the desire he
could feel for the boy, replacing it with something he didn't like.

He buried his fist in
Yugi's tri-coloured spikes, yanking the boy's head back to stare into
laughing violet eyes, the pain was still there, as was the shame. But
there was hope there, mingled in those wide jewel-toned orbs that
seemed to glow.

Then Yugi shut his eyes
and fell.

He had done it before,
when he had searched and found his love. His darkness, so he had to,
could do, it again.

Yugi reached down,
so deep down that even he didn't know what was there. He was not
weak. He had battled monsters, both human and creature alike, he had
faced his deepest darkest fears and come out half-broken but alive.
He had looked death and insanity in the face and stood up straight
and proud and fearless.

Who was this man...this
mortal to him, to tell him what he could and could not be and do? How
could he have forgotten that he was strong?

Yugi knew though. He had
come to rely on Yami for everything, had come to depend on his Dark
other to take care of all his problems as his yami was prone to do.
He had left a part of himself behind and in doing so left himself
free to an attack.

He had become complacent,
secure in his assumption that Yami was always going to rescue him
before he could get hurt, before he had to do any more than wait.

And now he was paying for
it. With his body, with his blood...

...but not with his soul.

Eyes the colour of
amethysts faded and bled into a gleaming silver, glowing with the
essence of Yugi's being. His tri-coloured hair rippled and changed,
turning the same startling silver as his eyes. Gravity-defying
icicles of purest diamond. Small arcs of white light crackled inside
his eyes.

High, unnaturally
bubbling, tumbling laughter fell from Yugi's lips as he gasped for
breath amidst the giggles, laughs and warm belly-aching bursts of
joy. His voice echoed and danced like the moonlight over the waves of
the ocean, their true depths unseen. It was the laugh of a hyena in
play, never one to kill, never one to chase...but always on the
field, following destruction.

“What am I?”

His voice hurt Adrian's
ears. It pulsed and rolled, like no mortals voice ever should. The
auror had once been privy to one of the great Albus Dumbledore's
darker moods, when facing off what was left of Grindlewald's
followers. Even though that had been virtually half a century ago
he'd never forgotten the sheer presence and power that shone from the
elder wizard.

That power was dwarfed
now.

This child. This boy...it
was like comparing a twinkling candle flame to the might of the sun.
Words just did not do him justice.

“I am the
Light. I am Yami's light. I am
he-who-was-born-from-the-ashes-of-Darkness, I am the Challenge, the
Mythos, I am the Radiance of Night and the Symphony of the Sun. I am
the child re-birthed from the heart, the sorrow of the everlasting
day.”

Adrian shook his head.
There was no way for things to have changed this fast. He couldn't
move. His hand felt numb where it was touching those pale, cold
spikes of hair. His belly twisted and churned, his instincts warring
inside him, one half telling him to run, the other half commanding
him to attack, to grind this tiny being into the ground.

It whispered at him to
tear the boy as if he were a butterfly. Pin the youth to the table
and make him scream.

“I am the one
who was, and the one who will be again. I am harmony and accordance.”

How could a boy have this
much power inside of him? It was absurd. He was completely helpless,
his body bleeding, his small limbs bound. And yet...why did he feel
as he were the one being held?

“I am the
Summer, I am Birth, I am Acceptance, I am Logic. I am Surrender and
Selflessness, I am the Child. I am Loyalty and Play. Tenderness and
Humility. I am Caution and Obedience.”

Nonsense. That's what
this was. The boy was trying to trick him. It was an illusion. It was
the blood. That had to be it. Dark wizards could do anything with
their blood. Maybe he was poisoned. That had to be it. He wasn't
responsible for his actions. It was him this boy.

Yugi. He needed
punishing. His blood was in Adrian's mouth, sweet and bitter and
oh-so rich. He was using these words to confuse him, trying to
escape.

“I am Guilt.
I am Pity. I am Loneliness. When you are hurt, I am hurt. When
another cries, I cry. I hold the World in my heart and I keep it
Whole.”

Lies. All of them. Lies.
Of course the boy was lying. He was trying to tempt him from
his path. Trying to trick him. Darkness indeed. Adrian knew that Yugi
was dark. Knew it and was vindicated.

All that delicate
helplessness was a show, a false show. It had to be. That was why
Adrian knew he needed to establish dominance over the boy.

Those petal-soft limbs,
gentle eyes that twinkled like Stargate African Violets, and bore
their many layered colours with beautiful, unrivaling ease, skin the
colour of the palest white rose that just begged to be marked, all of
it was to beguile him into thinking this boy, Yugi, was nothing but
innocent. But he wasn't.

“I am of the
Gods, death and birth, trickery and truth. I am Purity of emotion, of
Hope. I am Innocence and Betrayal. I am Ignorance and Delight. I am
the microcosm of the Universe.”

No. He had to see past
the lies. Had to see the boy for what he was. Had to tear him apart
and rip the falsehoods from his lips.

“I am
Chunyang torn asunder and birthed in two. The Mother, the Father and
Existence of Balance destroyed and re-formed...”

Adrian slapped him.
Backhanding Yugi so hard he fell to the floor with a crash, the glass
from the bottles that had shattered slicing his skin in tiny cuts.

“Nonsense. What
trickery is this now?”

“None.”
Yugi's voice dropped and softened to a breath of whispered air. He
coughed, a trickle of blood sliding from his lips to drip in
teardrops to the glass-covered stone floor.

“Silent.”
Adrian snarled, but Yugi smiled once again, sadly, and shook his
head.

“You cannot silence
truth.” he said gently. “And you cannot silence me.”

“Then I will have
to do it another way.” The auror said darkly, drawing his wand
and pointing it to the bloody, beaten and still smiling figure bound
and naked on the floor.

The brilliance slid away,
colours blossoming back in the boy's eyes, the splendour of his hair
re-formed into the colours of blood and gold, merged through the
darkest of midnight.

Yugi blinked slowly, and
confusion clouded his amethyst gaze. He was a child once again, all
of that power in him...gone...hidden, ebbed away into the appearance
of innocence.

And for only the second
time in his life, Adrian Waring, Second Commander of the First Line
Division, Veteran of the war against the Dark Lord...was afraid.

::

“Niii-san!
Niii-saaan! Oi! Nii-san!” The echoing cry followed the empty
halls, eventually making their way to their target.

“In here Mokuba.”
Seto called out, knowing his brother would be able to hear him.

“Maa...Seto, why
are you stuck in here? It's sunny outside, birds are singing, I have
a date and...” Mokuba paused, the teenager blinking in
confusion as his eyes took in the scene in the dark room.

His elder brother was
sitting in the center of a large circle, each 045 degree angle
sporting a small mound of...was that Earth and salt? And a bowl of
water...a metal box...a glittering flame...a spiral of tri-layered
powdered incense...

“You're casting!”
Mokuba accused, waving a hand impatiently at the circle.

Seto growled lightly.

“I can't believe
you!” The black-haired youth cried out angrily, “...you
said I could watch you next time!”

“Mokuba!”

Mokuba stopped.

“Thank you.”
Seto pinched the bridge of his nose. “I am not 'casting' as
such. You know I don't need props for my magic.”

“So what's all this
then?” Mokuba asked suspiciously.

“Did you feel
anything odd last night? Then again, earlier today?”

Mokuba cocked his head to
one side. “You know...Now that I think about it...I threw up
about three times, and I got slapped by Naoko...” he shrugged
then, “...'course, it could also be all the um...beer...”
Mokuba blushed, trailing off at the increasingly thunderous look
tightening Seto's features.

“Uh...I have to,
um...go now.” Mokuba sidled back out the door, waving once
before running with an 'eep!' at the growl that followed him. “Ja
Nii-san!”

“MOKUBA!!”

::

The doors slammed open,
and Yami could feel at least six layers of spells shatter with vivid
intensity. The pure warmth emitted from his light rushed over him in
a wave of airy freshness...tinged in...pain?

In the room the
brown-haired male's head whipped up at the sudden intrusion, his eyes
narrowing as he realised what had happened.

Everything seemed to
freeze as Yami took in the scene.

The room that was
obviously used as a medical ward was empty except for the two figures
off center and on his left. Papers, sheafs of parchment if he guessed
correctly were scattered like stepping stones across a shimmering,
glittering lake of sparkling glass and crystalline shards, cradling
his beautiful, delicate other in it's harsh embrace. The light
streaming through the windows creating tiny rainbows against the lily
pale skin of his aibou.

Yami heard a gasp behind
him. “Mr Waring! What...what are you doing?”

The small form at the
man's feet groaned, hissing in pain as he tried to lift his head.

Yami couldn't move. He
could see the blood and the cuts marring his light from here. Blood.
His light's blood. The life-giving liquid which could bind, and call,
heal and cast.

Yami saw red.

His eyes bled to a
lava-dark crimson, his pupils disappearing as a flood of pure fire
ignited in his veins. His fists clenched, and the corners of the room
started to blacken with the Shadows that responded to their Masters'
unconscious call.

Yugi...

“How dare
you disturb me!” The piercing, deep shout thundered through the
room. His wand was immediately aimed at the intruders, and his eyes
widened a fraction as they took in the appearance of the petite male
at the front of the procession of outraged and horrified aurors.

“'Baindo
Tenka'.”
Came the softly uttered words from the dark spirit's lips, and black
lightning arched across the room, twisting and lacing around the
shocked auror in a black web of bonds.

“How dare
you?” The once Pharaoh hissed in a low tone that reverberated
with horrifying power. “He is MINE!”

A low rumbling filled the
room, shaking the walls, the dark spirit himself at the epicenter of
the growing quake, the magic of the building and the ground itself
giving it's energy to the spirit, allowing the shadows free reign.

The building shuddered
again and a wall of shadows sprang up, cutting off the rest of the
room from the three in the center, an impenetrable wall of living
darkness.

“'Shichitenbattou
na...shittenbattou...'”
Intention was half the spell, and Yami wanted this...mortal in agony.
The words tumbled out of the spirits' mouth with no rhyme or reason,
issuing forth in a flood of hatred and anger.

“'Kagyaku,
kurushimi o shihou.'” Justice in pain. Yami
thought viciously, his long, tapered fingers moving in intricate
patterns in the air leaving sigils drawn in black and gold fire to
float solidly before him, a sweep of his arm sending them unerringly
towards the unmoving auror.

A crimson mist seeped out
around the Pharaoh in a dark aura, caressing him with tongues of
twisting flames.

The darkness called to
him, reached out it's seductive hidden warmth to the one who was
bonded to their master. Yugi could feel them closing in, seeking his
light with a desperate, wary need. Then he knew. Yami was here.

“...Ya...yami...”

Yugi heard a deep
bellowed scream of pure agony from directly above him. Yami was
definitely here then. His sense of justice was truly exquisite. A
pain for a pain, a life for a life. The true form of Judgment.

Curses bubbled in the
air, ancient languages none had heard for a millenia floated around
the room, true words of Power. That was something these mortals could
never understand. There was a power in words. Each curse uttered by
the spirit could be cast simply by speaking their names.

That was the true
power...and thus the true danger of the Old magic. It had once borne
the Shadows and given them life, just as those very words had ripped
the heart out of his country and defiled their Gods.

It had been by using
their names that the essences of the three Gods, Ra, Osiris and
Obelisk had been sealed...and Yami knew every nuance of every name he
used. He could create a spell on the spot and have it as powerful as
any spell cast or taught over a hundred thousand years ago, in any
language he used.

The man danced to their
tune. His arms bending around, their bones crushed. Yami flicked a
wrist, and the doll before him found his skin shredded. His legs held
in and iron grip and squeezed. Blood frothed at the auror's
mouth, and his eyes rolled up to the back of his head.

“Y...yam...yami...”

That voice. Yami paused.
Revenge could wait. It was enough that the man was wounded. The dark
spirit narrowed his eyes, and the man was flung back against the far
wall, the shadows suddenly disappearing, allowing his large form to
crash through the glass-shuttered cupboard at the end impacting
against the solid stone wall with a deep thud.

Striding forward, Yami
ignored the crunching glass beneath his boots and with one fell swoop
lifted his aibou.

Those wondrous, luminous
eyes of his love lay closed, and Yami whispered a word, the glass and
ropes dissolving into air.

Yugi sighed once,
quietly, in relief, burying his head against the spirit's chest.
“...Yuumei.” he whispered. Light and Darkness.

“Iie, my Light.”
Yami whispered back softly, the harsh, taut lines of his face easing
back into their youthful planes, “Meian...Light
and Dark, balanced, together.”

“Aa...”
Yugi
said, his voice a faint breath. “...I
like that. Balanced.” he
took one more breath, a tiny, fine-boned hand reaching up to clutch
Yami's clothes. “...Together
forever, ne Yami?”

Yami nodded, clenching
his jaw to stem the sudden overwhelming urge to cry. He brushed aside
a strand of sweat-slick blonde hair away from Yugi's face. “Aa
my beloved bright heart. Forever.”

“...I'm...glad...”
Then, one more shuddering breath later, Yugi fell asleep, his body,
soul and spirit spent.

::

“I really can't say
what it was.” Ryou passed the brunette beside him a warm cup of
green tea, settling back against the soft cushions of the sofa he was
sitting on.

“I see.”

“I'm sorry
Kaiba-kun, truly I am.” The pastel-haired boy opened his hands
wide in a gesture of silent apology. “Bakura did say that there
was something odd
going on, but he also said that it wasn't really something he
recognised.”

Seto took a sip of the
tea, resisting the urge to pace around the room.

“What about Marik?
Or Malik?” Ryou questioned.

A deep sigh was his
answer.

“...or maybe not.”

“I already went to
see Isis.” Seto gave grudgingly. “Those two wouldn't talk
to me...even if they were available. Isis said something had caught
their attention. Knowing them it was probably shiny and could be
ordered via either a remote or a phone.”

Ryou snickered lightly.
“Yes. They do seem rather...fascinated...by those pay
channels.” He tilted his head to one side in curiosity, his
chocolate dark eyes alight with impish laughter.

Seto finished the rest of
the tea in one go, placing the cup back on the tray. “Thank you
for the drink.”

Ryou shrugged. “My
pleasure. I don't often get many visitors. Bakura gets a bit...”

“Jealous?”
Seto snorted.

“Aa. But I think
it's more to do with the fact that he considers this partially his
territory, if you know what I mean?”

“Hmn.” Seto
nodded once. He felt that way about his office and his bedroom. Even
Mokuba knew better than to disturb him in his room. His office he
could do nothing about.

“Have you heard
from Yugi since this mess started?”

“No.” a shrug
lifted his shoulders before he could catch it.

Ryou frowned. “That's
odd. Yugi is always the first to contact us if anything big
happens.” He ignored the small shake of the brunette's head.
Yes it was sometimes annoying, especially if Yugi phoned in the dead
of night, or disturbed his, er, games with Bakura....but Yugi's heart
was in the right place, and with all the things which had gone on in
their past, how could he blame the other for being wary and cautious?

“Yugi can take care
of himself. Or else Yami will. They are the strongest of us.”
That was said with a slight grimace.

“Aa, True.”

::

“Yugi...”
Yami whispered, cradling the still form of his aibou.

The shadows dipped and
fell, disappearing into cracks and crevices, oozing back into the
dark corners before retreating back to their true Realm, revealing a
scene of utter devastation, this time not caused by Yami.

Yami turned back to the
door, his anger barely held in check. “Remove that thing from
my sight.” he snarled to the aurors that had escorted him.
Their eyes flickered to the prone tall auror at the other end of the
room, then back to the petite male standing in the centre of the
room, an even smaller form held protectively in his arms.

They had all seen one of
their own torturing the boy in the arms of the other, even if it had
only been for a moment. Two of them jumped to obey, not even trying
to resist the command in that darkly threatening voice. The woman
that he knew to be in charge stepped forward, her face even paler
than it had been when she had had to face him when he had first
awoke.

“Is...is there
something we can do?” She asked hesitantly, her eyes flicking
to Yugi.

“What manner of
people are you, to allow such blatant mistreatment of those who have
helped you?” Yami hissed.

She flinched.

“I...apologise. But
we didn't know!” She said quickly, “Truly! We wouldn't
have let this happen otherwise.”

Yami tilted his head
back, meeting her gaze head on. He was rewarded when she stumbled
back a step. “I wish to see the one we helped last night. The
man with the red hair and pure heart.”

She blinked. “Arthur
Weasley?”

“If that is his
name, then yes. I want a room for my aibou so I may heal him. I do
not want to be disturbed by any other than he whom I have chosen.
Should any not heed my warning I will not hesitate to make an example
out of them. Is this understood?”

The woman blanched. “I
don't think that's allowed. We don't know who you are!” she
cried out, turning her head rather than meet those crimson eyes.

“I would suggest
that you comply, should you not wish to find that out.” That
murmur was enough to send a shiver of fear down her spine, and she
nodded.

“I'll see to it
myself.”

The spirit smirked.
“Good.”

::

Mokuba grumbled as he
walked down the hall from his bedroom. “Stupid older brothers
and their stupid punishments. Not allowed to go out, my ass! I'm
almost fourteen! Nii-san was running KaibaCorp at my age. It's not
fair.”

A quick glance down the
driveway confirmed the lack of his elder brother's presence.

“I wish Yugi-chan
was here. He's fun.” The black-haired teen stuck his hands in
his jeans pockets, sighing as he tried to remember the last time the
other youth called him. It was probably only a week ago, but with
Yugi and his Yami having been gone for over half a year, things
seemed darker somehow, without Yugi's overwhelmingly bubbly
brightness to cheer everyone up.

People were subdued, not
unhappy, hell, even Bakura had seemed a slight bit more smug with the
Pharaoh not around to mess up his slightly more shady schemes...but
that spark was missing.

Maybe I'm the only one
that can see it. No-one else seems to notice it...or show it. Well,
except maybe Ryou. Mokuba thought as he walked to the games room,
plucking one of his manga from the shelves and making himself
comfortable on the oversized beanbag by a long window.

I want Yugi-chan.
Mokuba thought sadly. Then maybe nii-san wouldn't be so grumpy all
the time. And I wouldn't feel so lost.

::

A room was found faster
than even Yami would have thought possible, given the apparent
complacency and lack of competent organisation. But the woman came
back and mumbled something about the Ministry never coming across an
occasion where the building itself changed to suit it's purpose.

Without his excellent and
to be blunt, unnatural, hearing, Yami would have missed the exchange.
But he was grateful he did overhear. He sent a brief pulse of thanks
into the magic in the stones surrounding him, still slightly
off-kilter though when a melodic ribbon of magic responded happily,
before fading back into the building.

The woman never noticed
the exchange.

“...was going to
put in two beds,” the woman was saying quietly, “...but
this room came already furnished. Highly irregular.” She pushed
the doors open and stepped back, allowing Yami to enter without
giving up his hold on the delicate sleeping burden in his arms.

Yami stepped inside and
gave the room a quick scan, both visually and magically. What he
found both amused and surprised him.

Physically the room was
perfect. A dark wooden floor stretched out for well over thirty feet,
a huge double bed on the left with deep blue coverings, and a seating
area around a fireplace on the right. There were rugs spread out, and
dark abstract tapestries on the walls which Yami realised with a tiny
smirk were the impressions that the magic of this building held of
him. The faint delicate scent of the Guelder Rose floated on the air.

Yes. This building knew a
bit then of what he was. Good.

There was a door to the
left closest to this wall, about twelve feet from the bed.. At his
raised brow, the woman said 'bathroom'.

Yami gave the room
another once-over, nodding his acceptance. “It will do. You may
go.”

The woman did an awkward
half-bow, her face flushing a deep red in embarrassment when she
realised what she had done, and she left the room as fast as she
could walk, clicking the door shut quietly.

Yami allowed himself to
grin as he walked to the bed and laid his precious light on the
blankets, wrapping him in a soft cocoon of cotton and silk.

Then he checked the rest
of the room with his magic. Tied into everything was a general ward,
aimed to keep the magic of the entire building aware of Yami's needs.
Interlocking with that were over three dozen smaller magical threads,
seemingly independent of each other, and only partially aware of what
the other was doing. There were charms to keep the light even, the
temperature comfortable and steady, even one to notify each other if
the bath was needed or if they were hungry, much as his servants
would have done while he was still the reigning Pharaoh. Yami found
this amusing.

A different level of
service for a different culture.

Pity the magic didn't
seem to want to make itself known to the people currently occupying
the place...but from what Yami had observed, this was probably for
the best. Nothing like a mortal with too much power to make a mess of
things. They just weren't suited to it. Their nature was too
contradictory, too close-minded, and far too easily lead astray by
their own passions and needs, to the exclusion of all common sense.

Except for those select
few who obviously broke the mold. But they were too rare, and not
often in the right place at the right time. They tended to be the
ones at the center of catastrophes and the main causes of changes.
Yet they remained untouched by those around them. Oblivious in their
innocence and their power.

Like Yugi. Like Ryou.
Like Mokuba.

Then there were the ones
touched by the darker magics, those who were almost balanced and
could see the power for what it truly was, those who could wield both
and not feel the strain of temptation.

Like Seto. Like Malik.
Like Marik. Like Bakura.

Like himself.

Then there were those who
should never have been gifted in the first place.

::

Seto dropped his coat
over the back of the chair in the hall, heading in a beeline for the
coffee-maker. He had enjoyed his visit to Ryou, their talking
allowing him to realise just how few people there were that he could
converse with as an equal...but he wasn't Yugi.

He needed the constant
challenge, the fight of wit and words. The passion and the pure
freedom he felt when giving his all against a worthy opponent.
Without Yami things just weren't the same.

The teen frowned as he
took the milk out of the fridge, the bottle dropping to shatter on
the floor as his eyes read the note stuck there by an innocuous
kuriboh magnet.

::

Dear Nii-sama,

Have gone to England.
Borrowed your private jet. Am finding Yugi.

::

Underneath that, the
message continued, written a bit fuller.

::

Sorry about that top
bit big brother, but I figured you'd want to know the particulars
before your brain fried with anger.

I don't feel too good.
You know that funny feeling you had? Well, you were right. I felt it
too. I wasn't going to do anything but then earlier I could have
sworn Yugi was hurting.

Yugi has always been
there for me, even after all the things I did and said. He helped
without question and always made me feel safe and happy.

I can't let him down
now nii-san. You understand, right? Just like I always know you're
there to protect me.

It can't be that hard
to find Yugi and Yami, after all, they're famous!

You can ring me when I
find somewhere to stay. I borrowed your extra laptop, the one from
your bottom drawer. I'm going to see if there have been any odd power
fluctuations in the national grid. That should help me pinpoint
Yugi's whereabouts.

I have my cell phone,
so you can yell at me when I land. And please don't have a go at the
pilot. I forged a note from you to make him fly me.

Love ya big brother.

Mokuba

P.s. I promise not to
drink too much beer!

::

Seto could feel his
eyebrow twitch.

Then, shattering the
quiet of the massive mansion, was one, very, pissed off voice.

“MOKUBA!!”

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