Kaiba hit his head lightly against the cement wall that stood beside him. Opening his eyes, he immediately figured they were better closed.

"About bloody time you stopped decaying in here like that."

Kaiba in his agony, did not want to talk to anyone. However, the voice that seemed to hover over the dark room, continued to grumble complaints. Blurred and dried vision cued Kaiba off that he could hardly make sense of the room he was in. Exhaustion told him the same about understanding whatever it was the voice was saying. Someone else would in his situation probably give up and opt to fade away. Kaiba could not. He needed to survive.

Although Kaiba wasn't sure there was really a person nearby, it appeared that a figure lowered itself near him harshly and pitched a piece of old meat at his face, quickly leaving afterwards.

"I'm the one who's better off without some hobo as a rug in my cell." The voice spoke clearly and directly at Kaiba. "It's not for you; it's for me."

Kaiba stretched his shriveled arms. He elevated his body that seemed only bones now, and sat. He didn't even feel anything. Obscure, almost abstract thoughts swam through his scanty mind. He ate the meat.

"Not sure what you'd die from first. Not eating, or eating that." Came a sweeping chuckle that froze Kaiba in place. He did not know this person. However, he did know that whoever he was, he was a threat. It was a rare occurrence for a stranger to kill Kaiba's determination.

"You cannot keep me from the person I am looking for." Kaiba hoarsely uttered. No longer engrossed in the food that had been quickly done away with, he waited for an apology. This man, who he could not see, had belittled his abilities.

"Why would I try to keep you from your goal, Kaiba?" This time when the voice spoke, Kaiba could see a faint blue aura surrounding a man who sat on one of the cots. If anything could describe this man the word would be "pale". Kaiba's anger grew. He didn't not enjoy being made out to be a fool, gawking at illusions.

"Stop talking!" Kaiba howled. Laughter filled the room. Kaiba stood up. He didn't know where he was. Unsure of the exit to his current location or how to look for it, Kaiba lunged at the man with the blue light, ashamed of himself when the man got away.

"Shut up!" The other man growled. More anger flooded Kaiba's veins, but it was too late. The man crept towards him and crunched the soul of his foot against Kaiba's thin face, allowing him to fall helplessly against the cot that hung from the stone wall. "Do you ever think about where you are? I understand. There's part of me that ignores my surroundings. You fool, we are in jail!"

Cries of aggravation escaped Kaiba's mind and cracked mouth. He would not stay here.

"If you help me, and I help you, we can get out. I know the very soul of this building." Said the man, yanking Kaiba up by his collar to look him in the face. Kaiba grimaced and spat at the man. With the summoning of his own strength Kaiba gripped the man's shirt with his wilting hands and thrust him into whatever lay in the darkness across the room.

Running to one wall, Kaiba discovered a door, a metal door. Kaiba used all of his power and hurled himself at it. There was only a dent.

"What in the heavens?" Said the other man. Kaiba crouched and cradled his body in pain, wondering at the crying that suddenly was heard from the other man. No longer glowing, the other man crawled beside Kaiba, saying: "How did I get in here?"