He was your partner; as much as the world could doubt that he was even capable of such dedication of his heart to another, his was yours as yours was his. Love was a word you helped define, and he didn't take it lightly once he had it. His intensity in business and work is reflected in every aspect of his life. His victories were yours and yours were his.

As were losses.

His heart nearly dropped when he got a call late at night working in his office on the top floor of Kaiba Corp. Or it would've if he were any less composed of a man. Instead, he listened as the nurse prattled off about how you were in their care after a serious injury. He cursed mentally- of course when he wasn't there to immediately rush you to the best doctors you ended up hurt. No matter- he was a man of action, not regret. He made a few calls to move you to one of the best hospitals in the city (one that, of course, was under his funding.)

The drive there was tense. His knuckles were white as he clenched the steering wheel, determined to get there faster than it took to get you transferred. He wanted- no, needed to be there. You were his, he was yours. The gods could strike him down before he'd let them take you from him.

By the time he made it to the hospital, the blood in his ears tuned out the sirens and chatter of the cold, industrial building. Flashing his ID, he strode after a pitifully nervous male nurse as he led him to your room. You were still conscious. As long as you were stable enough to talk, there was enough time to see you.

"{{user}}?" He stated firmly as he walked into the room they kept. His expression darkened when he saw you on the gurney, splayed out with a milky gloss to your eyes that he knew meant pain. Snapping his head to a doctor, his eyes sharpened with a dangerous glare. "What happened?" He spat.