A.N: Yay! Another chapter! Go me! X_x I just noticed that I made some really stupid mistakes in the last chapter. ^_^ But they're fixed now!

Dark: *sigh* Great.

Firefly-chan: Shall we continue? ^^;

Dark: No?

Firefly-chan: *pushes Dark off another ledge*

Pitfall
Chapter Two
By Firefly-chan

Joey awoke with a start.

He frowned, rubbing a hand over his forehead, casting a short glance around the room. He wasn't feeling too well. The room seemed reasonably warm and his head was starting to ache. The blonde boy sighed, sitting up on the couch, noticing his forgotten can of pop and candy bar. He reached over; taking the can in his hands, making a face of distaste when he felt it was no longer cold.

Standing back up, he headed into the kitchen. Opening the fridge door he placed the can of pop back on the rack, shut the door, and tossed the candy bar on the counter. He wasn't really hungry or thirsty anymore. Joey leaned against the marble counter, closing his eyes for a moment.

He didn't like this house. Just the feel of it made him uncomfortable. He didn't know why, it just did.

He had tried to talk his mother into getting a different one but she didn't listen. She figured they would need the space. But for who? It was only him and her that would be living here and most of their family lived in Tokyo so he doubted that they would be visiting that often. He guessed that she just felt like she needed it. And even though his father's death was almost three in a half years ago, she still seemed in shock.

Joey's eyes flashed open when he heard a small creak coming from the upstairs.

"What was that?" He murmured, frowning.

Pushing himself away from the counter, he went back into the living room and out into the hall, standing in front of the stairs that lead to the second floor. His frown deepened when he heard another soft but distinct creak. He glanced over his shoulder, wondering if Yugi or Ryou might've have gone upstairs. But the two were still asleep on the couch.

He looked back up, hand gently resting on the railing. Cautiously and slowly, Joey started up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as he could. He glanced around the second floor, but when he saw nothing, continued up to the third. He paused right at the floor of the top of the stairs, looking to the side. He rose to the third floor, tensing up. Something was off. It didn't feel right.

'Go back downstairs, Joey.' Something in the back of his mind screamed. 'Now!'

Joey hesitated for a moment, swallowing. Just as he was about to turn around and go back down, he felt a hand on the small of his back, shoving him foreword against the wall. The breath was knocked out of him at the impact but that didn't stop him from attempting to run. If he could, that is. He was pressed roughly back against the wall, hands being pinned above him and legs nudged apart.

"If you scream," Seto whispered in his ear, pressing his gun into the side of Joey's stomach, "then I will fucking kill you."

The blonde boy was silent, quivering with unspoken but noticeable fear. He believed him.

"I'm going to let you go for a second now," The other continued, voice harsh and low, "If you run, I will kill you. If you speak, I will kill you. If you do anything remotely suspicious, I will kill you. Do you understand me?"

The blonde simply nodded mutely, incapable of accomplishing anything else. The other's grip on him was released but Joey didn't even think of moving. He took the threat to heart. Seto took his arm again, roughly turning him around and pinning him against the wall again. The blonde swallowed, his own brown eyes meeting cold cobalt ones.

"Fuck!" Came an unrecognizable voice from Joey's right. "If he's awake then are the others too?"

"I don't know." Seto muttered, fishing around with his free hand in his jacket. "If you're so worried about it, Bakura, then go check. But I told you, didn't I? I told you we should've done this before they moved in."

"Shut the fuck up, Kaiba." Bakura hissed, brushing past him and starting down the stairs. "I don't need your shit right now."

Seto rolled his eyes, turning back to face his captive. The blonde boy was shaking terribly, eyes glued to the ground. "What're you going to do with him?" Yami asked softly, leaning against the railing to the stairs.

The brown-haired teen didn't respond, but pulled out a long coil of rope from his jacket. Capturing both of the younger boy's hands with his own, he quickly coiled the rope around them very tightly, ignoring the quiet whimpering coming from the blonde. Seto yanked the boy over to the railing, tying the remainder of the rope around the banister.

"You're not going to leave him there, are you?" The blonde thief asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

"It's just for now." He muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I'll find some other place to put him."

Yami shook his head, flexing his fingers in the rough material of his leather gloves. "Our plan is fucked now, Seto. You know that." He crooked a finger to the other so he joined him by the other side of the railing, lowering his voice so only the brown haired teen could hear him, "He knows what we look like. What're we supposed to do about that?"

"I'll think of something, okay?" He snapped, turning away. "And if worse comes to worse then I'll just eliminate him."

"E-Eliminate him?" Yami stared at him, mouth dropping open. "You can't seriously mean to kill him?"

"That's what I said." He said quickly, frowning at the other. "But, if we're lucky, I won't have to do that."

Yami opened his mouth to reply but the other silenced him with a pointed look. Joey sat, back pressed against the banister, his brain still trying to register what was going on around him. He felt dizzy and confused. Who were these people? And what did they want from him? He bit down on his bottom lip, begging for his body to stop betraying him and remain still. But of course it wouldn't listen to him. The blonde leaned his head back, closing his eyes tightly, as if when he opened them everything would return to normal.

But it didn't. He was still tied to the third floor banister, still held captive in his own house by three people he didn't even know what wanted, and still confused and frightened. Nothing made sense to him. He just wasn't able to comprehend any of it. What exactly were they going to do to him and what did they want? His mind drew a blank, not knowing what to think. The blonde shifted slightly where he sat, daring to raise his eyes towards the two thieves who looked like they were having a heated, quiet discussion.

"You weren't suppose to wake up, damnit!" Joey jumped, startled by the brown haired teens' outburst. Seto turned away from Yami, narrowing his gaze to Joey. "Why the hell did you have to wake up? Things could've been so much simpler if you hadn't!"

Joey remained silent. How was he supposed to answer that? He couldn't, and besides, he really didn't think the other was expecting a reply.

"Answer me!"

Or maybe he was.

"I...I don't know." The blonde stumbled for words, knowing his voice must've been trembling horribly.

"Of course you don't know." The brown-haired thief growled, making his way back to him and untying the knot that had him attached to the banister. He encircled his hand around the blonde's upper arm, roughly tugging him to a stand. He glanced at Yami. "I'm taking him in that room," He nodded to a door across from him, "and I'm going to keep an eye on him while you look for your stupid puzzle that got us into this mess in the first place."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea--" The blonde thief was cut off with a wave from Seto's hand.

"Just do it." He said lowly, and before the other could respond he dragged Joey into the room across from him, slamming and locking the door behind him.

Joey stood awkwardly in front of the other, eyes lowered to the ground. Seto's jaw tensed and he nodded to the chair that was strewn across the room. "Sit." He said gruffly.

"Aren't you going to search me first?" The sarcastic, cool comment was out before Joey could stop it.

Seto caught his jaw with his hand, digging his nails into the tender skin. He forced his face towards his own, so his eyes met the others'. He leaned closer, voice bordering dangerously low, "Actually, I think I will."

Joey's eyes widened, and before he had the time to react, he was thrown back up against the wall, hands pinned above his head. Seto drew out a long breath, running his free hand under the blonde's shirt. He lightly skimmed his stomach, then the upper, lower, and small of the back. His hand traveled downward, from his shirt and to the side of his thigh. Carefully, making sure to take note if he felt anything, he moved his hand to the inner thigh and then, when feeling nothing, did the same with the other leg.

He pulled away a few moments later, satisfied with the pale, disbelieved look on his captive's face. Seto leaned in, lips hovering inches from the blonde's ear, "Don't test me. It'll only backfire with the worse for you." He pointed to the chair, lightly shoving him towards it. "Now sit."

Shaken and shocked, Joey did so.

The room and air around him suddenly felt a lot more colder then it should've.

End Chapter Two.

End Notes: *laughs evilly*

Dark: o.o; You sick, sadistic little bitch.

Firefly-chan: Yes, yes! I am! I am! Muahahaahahaha!

Dark: O.O *edges away*

Firefly-chan: Whoo. That was fun. *Breathes* Review, ne?