Hello everyone. It's vacation time! This is actually going to be a longer story than what I normally do. It'll have some twists and hopefully a little of every flavor that I can accomplish for one story. Each chapter will have a set of warnings. This story will be a combination of dark themes and romance. Hopefully I'll keep you all in suspense. Just a fair warning even though I'm going to work on it everyday during my lovely seven vacation days I'm going to try to get at least one chapter up a day maybe more depending on how quickly I can write and edit. Enough of this chitchat let me get this started.

As always BOO HOO I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of the lovely characters. I only own the bad guys LOL and even that I'm not too concern about. Maybe I'll actually develop my evil people this time LOL.

Warnings: None to begin with except that this is a yaoi (male x male) story even though it doesn't seem it at first.

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Chapter One

Kaiba sat among the debris of paperwork lining the floor to his large bedroom. His feet crunched over the papers as he picked up another pile from the floor and stretched his sore legs. He leaned against the side of his king sized bed with the blue silk blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He hated how cold he felt, but there was barely any heat being pumped through the vents either by his staff's choice or his kidnappers. He tossed the stack of papers he held in his hands on the floor before pushing the blanket off his shoulders and walking to the large window just behind his bed. He moved the thick navy drapes. His usual security walked their usual path around the large mansion at unknown times just as he instructed when he set it up.

Kaiba frowned and walked over to the auburn door and tried the handle again. Like for the past three days, the door was securely locked from the outside. He grunted and positioned himself in his self made cocoon on the floor. He didn't know who these people were, nor how they convinced his staff that they were a part of his secret security. Either way, Kaiba remained trapped in his room like a small child being grounded by his parents. Once a day the door would open and reveal whom he thought was the leader dropping off more paperwork and whatever dinner the chef made. It turned out that the man was just an underling.

None of the papers made any sense to him only because they never went in order. Some of them were schematics for weapons, and the others were account reports, detailing money that seemed to disappear, even though he could track some of the spent money with the other papers, but he still didn't understand why he needed to read or understand the papers that they gave him. None of them were from his own company. Kaiba sighed and leaned his head against the mattress behind him. He hated being trapped like this, but he hated not knowing what happened to Mokuba more. They threatened Mokuba if Kaiba were to try anything, but they never said if the younger Kaiba was still in the house or somewhere else.

Giving up on the documents, Kaiba stood and moved over to the tall dresser that sat beside the bathroom door. He had some time before they brought up his daily meal. He reached behind the dresser and pulled out a notebook and pen that he had hidden there. He once held his journal there until they took it off him. That was the first thing they checked for after they removed his phones and computers along with anything he could write with. They didn't want him communicating with the outside world, but never explained what they needed him for. There were two areas they didn't check while making his room free of writing utensils; in the medicine cabinet and taped to the back of the toilet. He taped the pen to the back of the toilet only because he always had trouble finding a pen when he needed it. For some odd reason his phone always rang while he was shaving and he needed to write something down. The pen that rested in his medicine cabinet always walked away, resulting in him always having a pen taped to the back of the toilet seat. A strange thing to have, but it worked.

Kaiba ran his fingers through his messy brown hair and sat crossed legged on the bed. He did have a desk, but the chair was taken from him. They didn't want him using the chair to break open the window, not that he could with the window being bulletproof and soundproof. Pulling his one knee up to his chest and leaning against the headboard with a Blue Eyes White Dragon craved into it, he balanced the notebook on his knee. The day before he started recording things into the notebook; basic information about what he discovered in the documents and any evidence about his kidnappers he had. He wanted to ensure Mokuba's future safety if they decided to kill him, by giving the police enough information to arrest these men. Putting the date at the top of a clean page, Kaiba began scribbling his notes.

"Today is day three of my confinement with still no clues as to why they are doing this to me. Continued attempts to communicate with my security through the window remains impossibly. There isn't enough time to wait for them to make their rounds, and no matter how hard I pound on the glass, they never look up if I managed to guess the right time they were walking around the grounds. The whereabouts to Mokuba is still a mystery. They tell me that he's safe as long as I cooperate, but I have no proof to that and don't know what I'm suppose to do. I continue to receive accounting documents and schematics for weaponry unlike anything I've ever seen when cleaning out Gozaburo's documents. They don't question me about what I've read. It's becoming more and more frustrating as the hours go by. The not knowing is driving me insane. I wish I could find some clue as to what they want, but as the days go by, I think it's more of getting me out of the way while they did whatever they wanted."

Kaiba paused and glanced at the clock. He had a half hour at the least before they came walking into his door. "I don't know if this is going to be my last day or when they plan to kill me, but I have only one regret. I should have expressed myself more. I wish I had someone that wouldn't obey orders or fear my wrath and would fight their way into my room. Even though I never show my weakness, I've been changing these last few days; feeling more lonely as the days go by. There was one person I'll regret never telling how I feel. If this book makes it out, whoever is reading can you please pass my love on to…" Kaiba stopped in his writing as the key hit the door.

"They're early," he thought, throwing the notebook under his mattress. He managed to get himself lied on the bed before the door opened. The same black haired guard with sunglasses as usual set the tray of food down on the desk and tossed a paper clipped stack of papers on the mattress. Without a word, he stepped back over the papers on the floor and left the room, locking the door firmly. Kaiba sighed and glanced at the papers. His sapphire eyes were too tired to even think of reading more. Sitting up in the bed, he slid off the side and reached for the silver tray. He took the lid off as the wave of smells engulfed him. He was starving, and it didn't matter what was underneath. Luckily it was something he liked; t-bone steak with mix steamed vegetables and potatoes. The chef barely made this, but Kaiba would eat all of it every time.

Taking the tray over to the bed, Kaiba slowly ate the meal even though everything inside of him wanted to tear the steak to pieces and eat like an animal. He finished the meal in time for the sun to set behind the large oak trees that lined his property. He walked over to the window and pressed his hand against the glass. Day four trapped in his estate with people so close that could save him began. He sighed and placed his forehead against the freezing glass. Loneliness, boredom, and frustration laced through his body. He wanted to be released from the confines of his room. He wanted to rescue Mokuba. Everything he desired seemed within reach, but he was unable to grasp it.

Kaiba walked back to the papers on the floor and knelt down beside them. He gathered all the papers together and placed them on the desk. He walked over to the new papers on his bed and placed them on the desk as well. He continued to move about his room, cleaning things as he went before disappearing into the bathroom. He thought of taking a quick shower and going right to bed, but his muscles were sore from keeping his body in that same position even with the cold room. He turned the water on as hot as he could and plugged the tub. The hot water rolled over his wrist and hand, caressing his cold skin. He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked back to his bedroom and retrieved new clothes. He walked over to the bathroom door and locked it. He wanted some privacy especially since they could walk into his room at any moment. This was his only haven.

He stepped out of his pants and slid into the bathtub. The hot water relaxed his tense muscles as he continued to slip until only his head was out of the water. Every second that past, he became less and less stress. He was unaware of the guard that came in and took away the dirty tray and set a camera up hidden behind the mirror attached to smaller dresser. He positioned it so that he could see most of the room. He heard noise from behind the bathroom door. Quickly leaving, he locked the door before Kaiba walked back out of the room, fully dressed in a pair of blue silk pajamas. He pulled the blanket up onto the bed and curled up for another restless night. Kaiba didn't remember when the last time he had a restful sleep.

Kaiba tossed and turned in the soft bed, unable to find a spot where his body could relax into even a light sleep. He grunted and finally sat up, pulling his legs against his chest and resting his cheek against his knees. The journal he wrote in earlier remained forgotten underneath his mattress. Darkness painted the room in black, threatening to swallow him whole. He glanced over at the door and watched the light from the hallway attempting to push its way into the darkness. He smiled, remembering a blond that he used to classify as the light that stood out in his dark world. If he could truthfully say he missed someone the most from his high school years it wouldn't be his nemeses, Yugi, but his old rival, Jounouchi. Kaiba smiled and curled back up under his covers. It had been five years since he spoke to either one of them, too busy in his own world to even look up what they were doing now. "I wonder what you're doing now, Jounouchi," he whispered. The thought of his old rival eased the stress out of his life for the moment and allowed his body to finally fall asleep.

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I know that's a bit boring for the first chapter, but I have to set up the plots. Unfortunately the next chapter will be as boring as this one, but after that the other chapters should flow a little better. I didn't want to reveal too much in this chapter nor the next one just because I wanted to get Jou and Kaiba into the story first before I moved to more interesting things. Thank you for reading this chapter and I hope you stick around for a couple more chapters to see if you'll like this story. Please review.

Angel Dove