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Kaiba disentangled himself from Jounouchi, swaying slightly but remaining vertical, something that brought him an immense amount of pride at the moment. After several attempts commanding his fingers to respond and bend, he finally managed to pull the key card out, handing it shakily over to Jounouchi.

As soon as the other man turned to fuss with the lock, Seto promptly fell backwards. There would probably be bruising later, a splitting headache or three. Yet the actual impact with the concrete platform wasn't all that painful, mostly because he had entered the blissful state of blacked out oblivion about a few seconds prior.

((It's ok, I'll get over it somehow...*sigh*...and I had a sparkler paragraph all ready too ^_~))

When Seto came too he immediately noticed two things. First, that the throbbing pain in the back of his head was nigh unbearable. Second, that the ground beneath him was soft and warm, and had these not been suspicious commodities of a surface he was certain was no couch or bed, he'd have just snuggled in deeper and ridden out the pain. Instead he forced his eyes open, and immediately regretted it, finding his face buried in massive amounts of fluffy blond hair.

Argh, he groaned, rolling onto his back off of Jounouchi. The sudden movement sent a wave of nausea shooting through him, but he fought it back. Any amount of pain beat cuddling with his rival. Taking a deep breath he managed to force himself into a sitting position, picking the key card back up and handing it out towards Jounouchi, deftly avoiding his eyes, and hoping that somehow they could just end up in the building without having to exchange thoughts.

Seto pondered the request put towards him, he did feel slightly better sitting up. Yet having been accosted by intense illness every time he had tried to run off this evening did nothing to restore his confidence. As if some malignant force was hoovering above desiring his infirmity. He wasn't sure which he found more offensive, malignant force or infirmity, either way he was severely displeased. Narrowing azure eyes at Jounouchi, as if this were somehow all his fault, Seto slowly clambered to his feet. His head pounded more fiercely, but he remained vertical, and slowly lead the way into his company's headquarters. Once inside, he did no more than take the few steps necessary to enter the sparse lobby, sinking into a rather uncomfortable armchair and shutting his eyes. Temporarily damning the intimidating streak that forced him to choose a minimalistic imposing decor, he massaged his temples, hoping the pain would diminish enough to allow him to think of a solution quick.

"No," Seto answered, slightly annoyed to have been pulled from his deep contemplation, even if it wasn't going anywhere. "Mokuba doesn't need to know about any of this. I'll be fine now, you can go, sorry to have interrupted your evening." He hoped that rather rushed through apology would be enough of a thank you. He wasn't capable of more, and not just because of the splitting head pain. It's not like he had asked for the help anyhow, he really didn't owe the other anything.

Seto shoved himself out of the chair, stumbling towards Jounouchi, but catching himself before he completely collided into him. "Thanks for the concern mutt," he spat, "but it won't be necessary. Please get the hell out of my office and out of my business!" He then stomped back to the armchair, spinning it to face the wall before closing his eyes once more.

This still wasn't going as well as desired, although, there weren't any particular desires for this situation. He just wanted them to stay near each other long enough to be certain that his time topside could be put to the most optimal uses.

Aiming his energy at the door, he jammed the electronic lock. One thing to be said about the modern age, it was much easier to tamper with things, and much harder for a mortal to wend an alternate route around their own barriers. Hopefully if the blond couldn't leave, he'd be more persistent about getting involved. As soon as they had ascertained that they had been trapped, he'd strike the already weakened CEO with a whole new level of pain. Give little Seto something to really fear, and get everything he could playing Jounouchi's obviously bleeding heart.

Well, that one was even more of a foolish softy than previous discerned. No matter, the doors remained locked, and the buildings phone lines were quickly put out of service as well. Give it a few more moments and then he'd take out the light and all remaining power in the building. Well, perhaps the elevators would remain serviceable, stairs were such a chore after all.

Seto almost laughed a bit at that ridiculous antic, almost. However he didn't want to encourage such things, and laughing - something he very rarely did in a non scathing or condescending manner - would certainly do so. It became even more difficult when the frustrated "s**t" alerted him to the fact that Jounouchi had now discovered the phone's lack of life. Merriment abated when all the lighting shut down. Having an electric and solar power source, as well as back up generators, pretty much ensured the power never went out completely. So this was an uncomfortable irregularity.

He stood up, a spasm of pain shooting up his back and through his chest, which he clutched tightly. Managing to staying upright, he pushed through the pain and kept striding towards the main receptionist's desk. The laptop latched to the top should still have some battery life, he could get into systems and run analysis perhaps. The pain intensified as he reached the counter, and he shamefully whimpered as he placed his head atop it. He couldn't deal with this, there were too many coincidences. Power outages and spontaneous ailments, what were the chances?

((Sorry, today was crazy!! I've been trying to update for hours and hours *sigh*...oh well, finally done.))

Why was the stupid dog asking him questions, couldn't he see that Seto was busy dying here, he didn't have time for such inane queries into why is he trying to address the issue of the power outage. I mean what did the other man really think he was doing, trying to tango?

The pain was unbearable, he could barely breathe and every breath he took caused him even more anguish. Deciding the power would probably still be out later the CEO thought it best to address more important issues. Like testing how soft the floor was. Upon examination he realized the floor wasn't nearly as soft as it should be, how were people supposed to curl up and die on this? His level of sarcasm getting to be almost too much for his own tastes, he decided to ignore Jounouchi and go to sleep anyhow. At least he tried, the phantom pain attacking him had other ideas, felt that it was best for him to twitch and moan to himself. Because that was dignified.

I give up, he mumbled, very close to delirium. Surprisingly upon that statement the pain subsided a bit. He was still exhausted and sore, but he was pretty sure he wasn't dying anymore. However he thought it best to stay on the ground and not respond to anything for a moment longer, who cared if it freaked the mutt out, he didn't ask him to be here anyhow. Well, not really.

((Ah, work was CRAZY today, but it's ok because I'd rather be insane and frazzled than bored for a minute. I'm going to the same elementary school tomorrow so I'm sure it'll be the same deal - because part of why it was crazy was vision tests which go through Wed. However I like this school, I know lots of the kids because they are on my swim team, and the school is about 3 blocks from my house so I can walk, I like anything that gets me out of driving ^_^.))