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Yu-Gi-Oh! Dragon Slayer	By : Smenkhkara Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5745 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Nine

   Less than a hour after he touched down at Kennedy International Airport, Seto Kaiba blew through the Emergency and Admittance doors of the Upstate University Hospital intent on one thing and one thing only; saving his brother’s life.
   A small, four-man helicopter raced the stoic CEO and his Personal Assistant to the hospital as soon as they'd left the oversized passenger plane and the second Kaiba entered the room, all hell broke loose.
   It was as if Seto's presence suddenly demanded the utmost attention, and it did. Kaiba was a man on a mission and the brunette never thought twice as he began barking orders to the medical staff that were waiting to begin the transfusion.
   They quickly ushered the ascetic businessman into a private room were the nurses and Dr. Kenji began to work. They had all the instruments in place, the staff had simply been awaiting Kaiba's arrival. Now that the brunette was there, it took less than ten minutes for the nurses to hook-up the hypodermic syringe and the first bag. While they were taking a blood sample from his right arm, the hospital's Chief Administrator moved to stand beside the stoic CEO in order to explain the events to follow.
   “Your brother has left the OR and he's been moved to a private room since the last time we spoke, Mr. Kaiba.” The middle-aged man began. He adjusted the wire-framed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose before peering at the clipboard in his hand. “I'm afraid his condition is still listed as critical but the blood surrogate we administered has stabilized him, for now.” The doctor hesitated for a moment as he re-adjusted his spectacles and, turning a page, continued his diagnosis. “The surgeons had no trouble resetting his collarbone and realigning his dislocated shoulder. We're still unsure to the extent of his concussion and he has yet to regain consciousness but I'm confident that it's mild and will not pose much of a threat. The CAT scan's came back negative for excessive swelling and bruising so I don't think we need to worry about memory lose or brain damage.” Slowly, the stoic CEO nodded his understanding as the doctor prepared himself to deliver the final news.
   “Finally,” Dr. Kenji began with a waiver of uncertainty. “The surgeons were able to save his right leg without too much difficulty. They reattached the torn muscles and managed to take a skin graph from his left hip to close the wound but their biggest concern is nerve damage.”
   “Meaning?” Kaiba inquired as he watched the doctor fidget with his paperwork.
   “Meaning, flexibility and freedom of movement will be limited.” Dr. Kenji answered in a steady tone as he took a hesitate step away from the stoic CEO.
   “Are you saying he's never going to walk again?” Kaiba barked, causing the nurse standing beside him to jump. The hospital's Chief Administrator nervously played with his glasses while taking another step away from the enraged brunette.
   “Not right away, Mr. Kaiba.” The doctor replied as he dropped the clipboard to his side and took another step backwards. “You have to understand,” He pleaded. “The damage was extensive. But I'm sure with a daily regiment of physiotherapy, that your brother may very well regain approximately ninety-three percent of his mobility.”
   “Ninety-three percent!” The brunette cried as he tried to sit up from the chair he was reclining in. He almost winced when the sudden movement pulled at the tubing and threatened to tear the needle out of his left arm.
   “Mr. Kaiba, would you please relax.” The nurse scolded as she moved to secure the hypodermic syringe. “If you don't sit still, we'll never get this to your brother.”
   Immediately contrite, Seto leaned back in the chair and took a deep breath. There was a chance that Mokuba may never walk again? And if he did, the young teen would forever be disabled with a limp or maybe even something more severe. The thought unsettled the stoic CEO and the brunette fought to keep his composure in front of the Japanese medical staff.
   “I'm sorry, Mr. Kaiba, but as I said, the damage was extensive. All we can do is start the therapy as soon as possible and hope for the best.”
   Reluctantly, Seto nodded his understanding and settled in for the procedure.
   As soon as he finished delivering his diagnosis, Dr. Kenji quickly left the room. But Kaiba paid no attention. He had more important things to worry about. It was going to take time for them to extract enough blood to help his brother and, once again, all the ascetic businessman could do was wait.

* * *

   Joey Wheeler hated waiting!
   And if the blond had been in a better mood, the situation would have found him sticking his curious nose into every single nook and cranny that existed on the luxury aircraft.
   Damn!
   He thought Kaiba's home, his Executive Office and his Personal Loft were impressive but nothing prepared him for the rich confines he was ushered into when he boarded the stoic CEO's private plane.
   The Learjet Model 35A was an eight passenger business transport. It sported a rather small but exquisitely designed bathroom and an equally small but completely functional kitchenette, of which the cupboards and mini-fridge were fully stocked, to Joey's stunned delight. Aside from the cockpit, which was big enough to hold the pilot and co-pilot and the stewardess, there existed the Main Cabin.
   The inside hull was panelled in a dark, stainless-steel while the floor was carpeted in an even darker shade of grey. It didn't surprise him that the flooring was as soft and lush as the carpet he'd encountered in Kaiba's office. The windows were all curtained in black silk and black leather seats dotted the tiny lounge at well-spaced intervals, leaving lots of leg room for it's inhabitants. The side tables and over-head compartments were done in a deep, mahogany wood and the headrests on all the leather seats were embroidered with the Kc logo in red, yellow and blue.
   Two of the seats in the back each possessed a fifteen inch computer monitor, one on the right side of the armchair Joey was sitting in and one on the far left of the seat beside him. And half-way down the room, directly at the plane's centre, was a bookshelf which held books and magazines of all types, plus a printer/photocopier/fax machine, a GPS tracking system and a satellite telephone.
   In his boredom, the blond had discovered a small panel that hid a tiny row of buttons in the armrest of his chair. When the blond lifted the cover up and slid it back into place, he couldn't resist the urge to have some fun. There was just something about pushing buttons that could keep a person occupied for hours.
The first key revealed a wireless keyboard and mouse resting in the paneling by his right knee, while the second one exposed a hidden compartment under his seat that held a small pillow and a grey, plush blanket. But it was the third switch that finally gave Joey some reprieve from his mental prison. When he pushed it, a large section of stainless-steel paneling slid open in the roof of the plane revealing another hidden compartment. Immediately, a thirty-two inch television folded down to face the blond while the fourth button exposed the remote control that would give him power over the entertainment system. As soon as Joey turned on the TV hidden speakers, place strategically around the cabin, came to life and blasted the latest news in stereo-surround sound.
   All in all, it was an executive office with wings, and Joey was truly impressed.
   Now, if he could only find something to watch, he'd be in seventh heaven.
   After flipping through over two hundred channels, twice, the blond eventually chose an action film and settled in for the long haul.

   Three movies later, a trip to the bathroom and two trips to the kitchen finally had Joey wishing he was anywhere else but that plane. He had never been a man of patience and the fifteen minutes he'd gotten to stretch his legs, when the jet had set down in Honolulu to refuel, hadn't nearly been enough time to relieve the stress of his confinement. Nor had it been sufficient to alleviate the worry he was feeling for a certain brunette and his injured brother.
   Over seven hours had passed since Joey had left Domino International Airport and in that time he'd had more than enough chances to sit and fret over the situation they all found themselves in. The blond only hoped that Mokuba would be alright. But more importantly, he hoped that Kaiba was doing well. It would be just like the stoic CEO to worry himself sick over his brother's predicament and Joey could only pray that he arrived in time.
   The stewardess had announced earlier that they still had three more hours left before the plane touched down in the Los Angeles, for their last refuelling stop, and then it was off to New York. The last leg of their journey would take them at least five hours and the blond found himself pacing the small confines of the Main Cabin while he waited impatiently for the plane to bring him closer to the man he loved.

* * *

   The observation lounge off Mokuba's private room was dark and quiet. Just the way the CEO of KaibaCorp liked it.
   Long, silent shadows crept across the brunette's stern features broken only by the flickering lights coming from the half dozen life support machines scattered around his brother's bed. The only sounds to puncture the otherwise noiseless room was Kaiba's even breaths and the weak but constant beep of Mokuba's heart monitor.
   But the peaceful scene was anything but tranquil. Inside, the brunette was seething mad. Five hours had passed since he'd arrived in Syracuse and Kaiba had yet to see a nurse enter his brother's room with the life giving blood Mokuba so desperately needed.
   It wasn't until the medical staff had been three-quarters of the way threw the transfusion that Dr. Kenji had come in and informed the brunette of 'standard operating procedure'. Kaiba had been furious when he found out the three bags of blood they extracted from him had to go threw detoxify screening, blood type matching and DNA analysis.
   The stoic CEO certainly understood the need for the first two tests but he'd ended up in a heated argument with Dr. Kenji in regards to the final examination. The brunette simply stating that the procedure seemed rather redundant and while the hospital's Chief Administrator had agreed, the doctor had advised that it was standard policy to negate any possible malpractice suits. In the end, Kaiba had reluctantly agreed to allow the testing. Now, he was just waiting for the results.
   Results that should have come back ages ago.
   Releasing an exasperated sigh, the brunette pushed back the cuff of his left sleeve and glanced at his watch. Pressing the button that would activate to Indigo light on his Tag Heuer, he noted the time. If he'd been back in Domino it would have been ten o'clock at night but he was in New York state and that meant it was early evening. The sun wouldn't be setting for another couple of hours.
   Again, insignificant details. Inconsequential facts that did not directly influence the situation at hand. Therefore, they were disregarded by the stoic CEO. They weren't even noticed. Passed off as redundant. All that mattered to Kaiba was the passage of time and what the delays were costing his brother. Delays he hoped to rectify soon.
   As his failing patience had slowly come to an end, Seto had finally sent Roland out to find Dr. Kenji and demand an explanation for the wait. And his Personal Assistant did not disappoint. Less than a half hour later, Roland was dragging the reluctant doctor back through the door and into the quiet lounge.
   Sapphire-blue eyes immediately locked with the physician's weary gaze and held it. Silently demanding an explanation for the delay. The doctor fidgeted several times under that icy-cold stare, reaching up to readjust his glasses before letting his hand fall and forcing out a deep sigh.
   “I'm afraid there's been a complication, Mr. Kaiba.” Dr. Kenji began.
   Seto's eyes immediately sought out the image of his brother's body. He peered through the glass wall separating the two rooms but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Mokuba was still unconscious. He was still lying in bed, hooked up to all the machines that were pumping life into his damaged body and there was still no movement. What could possibly be the problem? Kaiba didn't know but he was sure he was about to find out.
   Turning back to stare at the uneasy physician, the brunette casually raised a delicate eyebrow, wordlessly asking the obvious question. He watched as the doctor took several deep breaths before he began to speak.
   “First off, the detoxifying screening came back negative on all accounts.”
   Seto Kaiba snorted at the Chief Hospital Administrator's announcement. Of course it was clean. He wasn't a drug addict. Nor was he on any medications or possessed any diseases, that he knew about. So what was the problem? As if sensing the stoic CEO's silent question, the physician took another deep breath before continuing.
   “The complication lies two-fold, Mr. Kaiba. The first is you and Master Mokuba do not share the same blood type.” He stated with a mournful tone.
   All the optimism and hope that Kaiba had been holding on to immediately left the brunette's body with Dr. Kenji's somber declaration , seeming to physically deflate the ascetic businessman on the spot. Seto didn’t need some high-priced doctor telling him what that meant. He already knew his blood was useless and no matter what he did, there was no way he was going to be able to help his little brother. But the doctor continued anyway, apparently ignorant of Kaiba's knowledge in such matters.
   “We were already aware that Master Mokuba is Tc-B positive but we discovered during the testing that you are A negative. Certainly not uncommon in families when both parents have different blood types. But the real confusion came from the DNA analysis.” The physician announced hesitantly. “It seems you and Master Mokuba only have five out of ten loci in common.”
   “What's that suppose to mean?” Kaiba demanded as the brunette's head snapped up to meet the doctor's gaze.
   “Well,” Dr. Kenji stammered, trying to find a delicate way to explain the hospital's findings. “It means that you and Master Mokuba are only half-brothers.”
   “THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!” The stoic CEO shouted, flying out of his seat and advancing towards the middle-aged physician.
   Frightened by the brunette's sudden outburst, the hospital's Chief Administrator took several quick steps backwards, only to find his retreat halted by the solid wall of the lounge looming behind him. His whole body froze in place and he began to tremble as he silently watched the ascetic businessman's stealthy approach.
   “I demand an explanation.” Kaiba commanded when he finally stood face-to-face with the terrified doctor.
   “Of course, Mr. Kaiba.” Dr. Kenji stuttered, his Adam's Apple visibly bobbing up and down as he swallowed, trying desperately to wet his suddenly dry mouth. “It seems you and your brother only have five markers in common. Either you have the same father and different mother's or vice versa.”
   “I can assure you, Dr. Kenji,” Seto drawled as he took another step towards the petrified doctor. “That Mokuba and I have the same mother.”
   “I understand.” The physician acknowledged with a short nod. “Then you obviously have different father's.”
   “No.” Kaiba simply stated. “We don't. Run the test again, you'll find that your results are incorrect.”
   “But we ran the test three times, just to be sure.” The Chief Administrator admitted hesitantly. “That's why it took so long for us to get back to you.”
   “I don't care.” The brunette announced with a single shake of his head. “You're findings are inaccurate.”
   “But,” The middle-aged physician stammered, trying to get the stoic CEO to see reason.
   “I SAID IT'S WRONG! RUN IT AGAIN!!” Kaiba shouted, his patience finally coming to an end. How dare they say that about his brother. How dare they even suggest that the two boys didn't share the same father! It was unthinkable and completely unprofessional and before this whole ordeal was over, Seto was going to have his team of lawyers tear this place apart.
   Dr. Kenji nodded his acceptance once before sliding along the wall to the door. Once he reached his escape hatch, the middle-aged physician bolted without ever looking back leaving behind an enraged CEO and a silent but equally shocked Personal Assistant. But before Kaiba had the chance to react, Roland reached out a steady hand and placed it on his boss' shoulder. The older man's firm grip immediately settled the brunette and Seto turned to look at his employee and friend.
   The towering brunette instantly noticed the anger, rage, fear and uncertainty in the young man's sapphire-blue depths and he knew he had to move quickly to avoid any damaging repercussions.
   “The most important thing to focus on, Mr. Kaiba,” Roland began as he dropped his hand to his side, never once breaking the connection with his boss' gaze. “Is Master Mokuba's recovery.”
   “Always the voice of reason, I see.” Seto countered as he felt the irritation from the last few minutes slowly leave his body.
   “Of course, Mr. Kaiba.” The Personal Assistant supplied as the two men turned around and walked back into the room. “Someone has to be.”
   The brunette graced the middle-aged bodyguard with a half-hearted smile before he fell back into his chair with a heavy sigh. He propped his right elbow on the arm of the luxurious piece of furniture in order to support the hand that now rubbed at the tension in his forehead.
   Dr. Kenji's announcement continued to play over and over again in his mind. It conjured up images and memories of a time long ago; when he was younger and it was only his mother and father, long before Mokuba had ever been born. For as far back as Seto could remember the man had always been there. He had been tall, almost six-two, and he'd had brown hair and grey eyes. Not to mention the fact that he was British and a businessman of some success. It was impossible to believe that he wasn't Kaiba's father. It just couldn't be. But if there was one thing the brunette prided himself on, it was that he was a man of science and technology. And if the facts were conclusive, then there was no disputing the inevitable.
   Seto sighed again as he raised his eyes to focus on his brother. He brought his hand down to cup his chin, absently rubbing at his jaw line as he continued to ponder the DNA's test results. If it was true and him and Mokuba did not share the same father, then maybe his father was still out there somewhere, still alive and waiting to be found.

* * *

   Joey sighed and closed his cell phone, dropping the electronic device back into the inside pocket of his jacket.
   He was still unable to reach Roland. Every time he tried, the towering brunette's line went straight to voicemail. Not that he minded. He knew hospitals always reminded people to turn off their phones when around the sensitive machinery, it was just that he was anxious to hear how Seto and Mokuba were doing.
   The blond hadn't had any news concerning the two Kaiba Brother's since his one and only call to the Personal Assistant back in Domino City. And after ten hours of silence, he was starting to get antsy.
   He turned towards the east as random images of the breathtaking brunette crossed his mind. How was Seto holding up? What was happening to the younger brother? Was the kid going to be alright? He hoped so. For Kaiba's sake.
   “Mr. Wheeler.” A soft voice called out to him, causing the blond to turn around and face the stewardess. “We're refuelled and ready for takeoff.” She announced and ducked back inside the plane.
   Joey silently nodded his acceptance and began to make his way back towards the Learjet.
   Five hours. He had five hours left and he would get his answers.

* * *

   Hopeless.
   That was the state of the situation he found himself in.
   Seto Kaiba sat in the shadows of the dimly lit Observation Room watching his brother die and there was nothing the billionaire CEO could do about it.
   The call had been put out to the National Blood Bank for a donor but Mokuba's chances were slim. There was just no one out there who could match the Tc count of the raven-haired teen. Fifty million to one. Those were the odds Dr. Kenji had given him and Seto Kaiba was never one to play the odds.
   But that didn't mean he'd given up and accepted his brother's fate. The brunette didn't believe in fate and Kaiba's never gave up. He was still a firm believer that he was master of his own destiny and since Mokuba was family, he was master of his brother's destiny, as well. There was someone out there that could help, he just had to find them. But once again, time was not on their side. Dr. Kenji had reiterated that the blood surrogate would only go so far in helping with the raven-haired teen's recovery and Kaiba had agreed. That's why he'd phoned his personal physicians at the KaibaCorp Medical Castle.
   His facility was home to the latest, up-to-date medical technology in the world. If they couldn't find a solution, nobody could. But they would have to be careful. Whatever treatment options became available, they would have to bring it to the Syracuse. There was no way Kaiba could risk moving his brother in the state he was in.
   But before the brunette had the chance to finish that thought, alarms started beeping in Mokuba's room.
   Sapphire-blue eyes focused and snapped to attention as Kaiba raised his head from were it had been resting in the palm of his right hand. It took a moment for the stoic CEO to locate the source of the sound that was now ringing loudly throughout his brother's private suite but when he did, panicked eyes fell on the computer screen of the machine sitting beside Mokuba's bed. It took a moment for his overly taxed mind to acknowledge the meaning of the steady green line that decorated the display of the heart monitor but once the implications of the sound sunk in, Kaiba was on his feet and making a move towards the glass wall that separated him from his little brother. His only thought; get to the connecting door on the left and save Mokuba.
   He never reached his destination.
   Strong arms wrapped around his tired body and held him firm as Kaiba watched Dr. Kenji and staff enter the room and begin performing resuscitation procedures to revive the raven-haired teen. Their movements were frantic but methodical as a nurse administered a shot of adrenaline into Mokuba's IV and another reached for the dual paddles of the defibrillator situated to the left of the heart monitor.
   The frantic brunette watched helplessly as the middle-aged doctor took the insulated plastic handles from the second nurse, then she reached for a tube of medicinal gel and squeezed a generous amount on the metal electrodes. Not wasting a second, Dr. Kenji rubbed the pads together as the first nurse tore open Mokuba's hospital gown and rubbed his chest with iodine. Once that was done, the Chief Hospital Administrator placed one paddle on the teen's right, just below his collarbone and the second paddle on his left, just below the pectoral muscles. Before Kaiba had the chance to voice any concerns the doctor was yelling out his instructions.
   "Set the dial to two hundred joules." Came the measured command as the machine built up its charge. Once the red light appeared on the defibrillator the second nurse pushed a button to release the stored volts. "Clear!"
   Mokuba's tiny body arched off the bed as a strong electrical shock passed through his skin and tore through his body. For a brief moment the steady green line on the heart monitor broke, hesitated for a slit second and then continued to sound throughout the room.
   "Four hundred." Dr. Kenji commanded as he raised the paddles and replaced them for another round.
   Kaiba watched helplessly as his brother's body jumped off the bed for a second time, the computerized machine to his left beeping twice before it flat-lined again. It was all Roland could do to hold his boss steady as the hospital staff prepared for a third round.
   "Six hundred!" The Chief Hospital Administrator cried and Seto's whole body jerked at the command. Even he knew what that meant. They were getting desperate. One thousand joules of electricity was the legal limit a hospital could administer to a patient in cardiac arrest and they were pushing those boundaries.
   "MOKUBA!" The disheartening cry tore from Kaiba's throat as he watched his brother's body spasm for a third and final time. Again, the heart monitor hesitated, beeped several times and then went flat.
   For what felt like an eternity afterwards, nothing could be heard inside the two rooms except the steady alarm on the machine. Nobody moved and it seemed like no one was breathing either.
   And then the spell was broken.
   Dr. Kenji sighed and stood upright. He moved to hand the defibrillating paddles back to the nurse, then turned his eyes towards his watch. "Note the time," He stated in a monotone voice as he lifted the cuff of his white scrub suit. "Mokuba Kaiba passed away at six fifty-nine, Eastern Standard Time. He was sixteen years old." As soon as he finished his mournful announcement, the middle-aged doctor turned towards the glass divider and locked eyes with the infamous CEO.
   Pain, shock and utter disbelief stared back at him from behind the clear glass wall. Deep blue eyes only taking in the image of the prone figure of the lifeless teen, registering nothing else. The brunette blinked once, twice and then a third time before a single tear escaped the corner of his eye and traveled a slow, wet path down his left cheek.
   "Get out." Came the whispered command, barely audible to the other occupants of the two rooms; the heart monitor and its steady, persistent rhythm the only background noise in the otherwise deadly silence.
   "Mr. Kaiba," The doctor ventured, taking a step towards the tempered glass wall. "We need to discuss,"
   "I said, GET OUT!" Although the brunette's voice was thick and hoarse, there was no mistaking the quiet authority behind those two simple words.
   The expression on Dr. Kenji's face morphed into one of sympathetic understanding as he turned and gestured to the two nurses standing on either side of Mokuba's bed. The young woman on the left began to dispose of the used medical supplies while the one on the right moved to turn off the heart monitor. But before the attendant had the chance to flip off the power switch, the steady green line broke and hiccupped several times before returning to its original state. It took a second fluctuation on the machine before defeated blue eyes blinked, finally registering the truth of the situation.
   The brunette's once tired body sprang into action, lounging towards the glass door and causing his Personal Assistant to re-establish his previous hold. Although Kaiba fought the imposing mans death grip he was unable to break free and Roland would have liked nothing more than to let his boss run to his brother's side but he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Seto would only get in the way and Upstate University’s medical staff needed all the room they could get to save the younger Kaiba's life.
   On the other side of the tempered glass wall, Dr. Kenji and staff swiftly moved back towards the bed, the attending nurse on the left grabbing for another syringe of adrenaline while the other woman cleaned and reset the defibrillator and its paddles; the renewed preparation suddenly becoming unnecessary as the heart monitor beeped several more times in frantic succession before settling into a constant and steady rhythm.
   Everyone starred in quiet fascination as the 'deceased' teen's body spasmed and jumped off the bed, several times, before pale blue-eyes opened wide and Mokuba bolted into an upright position. The younger Kaiba Brother gasped for air, taking in deep, haggard breathes as he tried desperately to fill his oxygen deprived lungs.
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