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As comfortable as lying on the floor was starting to be, he got the feeling Jounouchi was going to start touching him again. On principal this was probably offensive, and on top of that he also had a tendency to drop him. Being dropped - again - would definitely not improve anything. As the word "sofa" was also the most perceptible mumbling, Seto found the motivation to move. Mumbling something about fourth floor towards his unwanted helper, he sincerely hoped the elevators were still working.

To Seto's relief the elevator was indeed in working order. Although as they stepped in and watched the doors close, he considered the fact that almost every misfortune had occurred conveniently after they were already trapped. Spasms of pain when he's out in a public locale with one of his least favorite people, power outages in a technological fortress only after they step through the door. Chances are that the elevators were only in working order because they weren't locked within it's confines yet.

And on cue, as soon as they were centered between the third and fourth floor, the cramped metal cage came to a screeching halt. Wonderful...

"This is not my buildings fault you imbecile," Kaiba spat, even if somewhat lackluster in tone. "For one, buildings do not have wills of their own. Furthermore, my building is one of the most innovative and advanced pieces of technology in this city, in this country! Also," but at this point his rant died off completely, and Seto turned his attention simply to breathing, sinking into a seated position on the floor. The breathlessness wasn't all induced by phantom menaces, truth be told, the big shot CEO was perhaps a bit uncomfortable with confined spaces. Especially when the length of imprisonment was an unknown. He drew his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around his legs and placed his forehead atop. Closing his eyes for the umpteenth time that night, he concentrated on hiding all perceptible signs of discomfort, he doubted he'd survive any further shame.

((I just realized Kits here has two votes...hmm...there is an impostor Kits floating around!!!))

"I don't care if you are a CPR master, don't you dare touch me," Seto mumbled into his knee, almost jokingly. He didn't look up, it's a lot easier to pretend you are not trapped in an elevator if you can't see the formidable steel walls wrapped around you. Feeling like a coward at this realization, he forced himself to lift his head, staring across at Jounouchi. At least he could see Jounouchi, certain odd panels incorporated into this interior design were blissfully photosensitive. Having spent the majority of their day exposed to some odd internal lighting, they still retained enough of a glow to dimly light up the reflective metal room. And thankfully, they also weren't that high up, they may be trapped, but worst case scenario they are only crashing down three stories. This particular elevator didn't extend into the garage and basement below, so the lobby was as far as they could go.

At that moment the elevator began to ascend again, to the occupants stunned silence, and then to their horror, as the cage didn't halt until they were suspended somewhere between the 12th and 13th floor. Now THIS fall would be fatal, and Seto was sure they were going to fall. Why did he sit there and think of positive things, every time he did that the situation got worse, story of his life right? Burying his face again he endeavored to keep from hyperventilating. Failing miserably, he instead decided to encourage the erratic breathing. Hurtling to his death would be far less fearsome if he were unconscious while doing so.

((Hahahaha...ooh, was it someone fascinating?!? ninja

Umm...I don't know if there is a known height for Kaiba corp, so sorry if I screwed with that))

He felt Jounouchi place a hand oh his shoulder and shuddered. He didn't like to be touched under the best of circumstances, which these most definitely were not. "Can't know that," he gasped, hating himself for how pathetic that sounded. "And stop blaming the building," he admonished further. On principal alone, Seto would have been much more comfortable placing the blame for his misfortune with a concrete object than with a malevolent supernatural force. However this was his building, the only tangible thing he had to hold onto. Feeling petulent, and slightly maniac, he disregarded the order to calm down. Pressing his face into his knees as hard as he possibly could, he added an irregular rocking motion to his altered breathing pattern.

((Hmm...guessing game...was it someone whose into Nellis? razz

I figured it was greater than 13 floors, and actually I was going to go much higher up, but I liked the whole bad omen of 13...and 666 floors just seemed ridiculous ^_~. Guess I could have done 40...but I like 13.))

Dammit, he really didn't want to suck it up, this had by far been one of the worst days of his life, and he'd rather be someone other than Kaiba Seto at the moment. He'd rather not have to lean on himself like always. He'd prefer to just collapse until things improved (or ended). And if he were stuck in this room with anyone else he'd allow himself to give into that pathetic urge.

Unfortunately, anyone else apparently wasn't on hand at the moment. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he shoved himself to his feet. If he survived the night, all his elevators would be getting jet packs installed into them, and a retracting ceiling.

"There's an escape hatch," Seto said, indicating upwards. Although everything about Kaiba Corp was big and tall, and this included the elevator. Even on tiptoe, his own six foot plus frame wasn't about to reach the ten foot high ceiling. Making sure that he was actually sturdy enough to do this, he offered to lift Jounouchi up so that the blond could move the lid, because he wasn't about to let the other man lift him. Even assuming he could Seto didn't particularly need to hear more cracks about his weight tonight. After that they could figure out how they were to both climb out.

((Hehehe....does their username rhyme with Charma?))

((Ugh, I can't think to post...I'm too busy enjoying the mental image of Kaiba bending over for Jounouchi sweatdrop ))

On second thought this was probably a bad idea, any plan that required him to get on his knees for Jounouchi couldn't possibly be well thought out. However he really didn't want to start an argument backing out now. Turning around, he bent over in front of Jounouchi, waiting for the other man to climb on. He sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to suffer the indignity of being unable to lift himself back up.

((That I am ^_~))

((Hehe, didn't notice that before, the "so we should be able to pull this off" in the middle helped keep it from being obviously tainted ^_~))

Well this is just awkward, Seto fumed to himself as he felt a hand thread itself into his hair. With his face squeezed between another man's thighs he had a hard time mimicking that "good" sentiment. Nonetheless, once Jounouchi was fully mounted, Seto attempted to get back up onto his feet. To his relief he managed this with great success. He spread his own legs for better balance, and placing his hands on Jounouchi's waist, he concentrated simply on breathing while he awaited for his burden to figure out the security hatch. He was going to kill his architect, who puts a security release out of the reach of the average sized man, why even have one then? I mean if those gigantic American basketball players couldn't even escape from this unaided how was anyone else supposed to?

Wayward thoughts interfered with his balance, and he swayed slightly but stayed upright. Before Jounouchi could yell at him for moving he fired his own question up at the blond, "why the hell were you doing this with Honda anyhow?"