While Yuugi's condition improved, Kaiba's was in a steep decline. He'd never felt such weakness before, and he had no coherent memories of the night after he'd had a few drinks. It was embarrassing, considering that before being turned, he'd managed to handle much more than that, but with a body bereft of life, he couldn't handle much.
When Mokuba returns home, he finds his brother in sorry condition, but doesn't realize how poor it is until the morning. Generally, after a night meeting with Pegasus, he's too put off to feel focused at work, but this? This wasn't that. This was like Seto coming down with something bad.
Do vampires even get sick?!
Seto spends most of the day sleeping, and when he's awake, he's oddly aggressive, and demands for Mokuba to leave him alone. Even Isono is barred from entering the room with any business.
The one time Mokuba manages to catch sight of his brother, he's alarmed to see that his normally blue eyes were now blood red, with slitted pupils, and that his fangs were half an inch past his lower lip.
That's the last time he's allowed to catch a look, before Seto finally locks the door to discourage it.
By the time the sun sets...Kaiba's shredded his linens out of...it's not really anxiety is it? It's an inability to self-regulate his hunger, really, and that doesn't necessarily constitute anxiety.
It's need. Desperation.
He doesn't want to hurt his brother. He doesn't want to hurt his right hand. But this hunger is like nothing he's ever experienced before, and he's certain he knows the cause.
The one person who had wormed themselves into his life and threatened everything important to him.
Yuugi Mutou.
He was the one who Kaiba needed to take down, he knows it. If he feeds on Yuugi, then...this pain, this emptiness, the bone-deep freeze that has his joints aching, will finally abate.
And of course...he's the CEO of Kaiba Corporation. So, he's known for a very long time where his employee lived.
As soon as the cloak of night falls, he doesn't so much open his window and jump down gracefully as he barrels through it, with the intent to sprint to Yuugi's house and make him pay for bringing him to this level.
...Somewhere along the way, he finds a stray animal--a dog? a cat? he's not coherent enough to really notice--and for the first time, he sinks his fangs into living flesh, draining his prey dry.
It's not much at all, and yet it feels exhilarating! Why had he resisted? Why would he ever resist such a call again? The living blood thrums in his veins, and he'd felt the rushing heartbeat of the animal stir something in his breast, remind him of what it felt to be warm and alive.
It's a heady cocktail, as much as it is a mistake. But certainly it's short-lived, before he's shivering from the ice in his veins again. No. He needs more.
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When Mokuba returns home, he finds his brother in sorry condition, but doesn't realize how poor it is until the morning. Generally, after a night meeting with Pegasus, he's too put off to feel focused at work, but this? This wasn't that. This was like Seto coming down with something bad.
Do vampires even get sick?!
Seto spends most of the day sleeping, and when he's awake, he's oddly aggressive, and demands for Mokuba to leave him alone. Even Isono is barred from entering the room with any business.
The one time Mokuba manages to catch sight of his brother, he's alarmed to see that his normally blue eyes were now blood red, with slitted pupils, and that his fangs were half an inch past his lower lip.
That's the last time he's allowed to catch a look, before Seto finally locks the door to discourage it.
By the time the sun sets...Kaiba's shredded his linens out of...it's not really anxiety is it? It's an inability to self-regulate his hunger, really, and that doesn't necessarily constitute anxiety.
It's need. Desperation.
He doesn't want to hurt his brother. He doesn't want to hurt his right hand. But this hunger is like nothing he's ever experienced before, and he's certain he knows the cause.
The one person who had wormed themselves into his life and threatened everything important to him.
Yuugi Mutou.
He was the one who Kaiba needed to take down, he knows it. If he feeds on Yuugi, then...this pain, this emptiness, the bone-deep freeze that has his joints aching, will finally abate.
And of course...he's the CEO of Kaiba Corporation. So, he's known for a very long time where his employee lived.
As soon as the cloak of night falls, he doesn't so much open his window and jump down gracefully as he barrels through it, with the intent to sprint to Yuugi's house and make him pay for bringing him to this level.
...Somewhere along the way, he finds a stray animal--a dog? a cat? he's not coherent enough to really notice--and for the first time, he sinks his fangs into living flesh, draining his prey dry.
It's not much at all, and yet it feels exhilarating! Why had he resisted? Why would he ever resist such a call again? The living blood thrums in his veins, and he'd felt the rushing heartbeat of the animal stir something in his breast, remind him of what it felt to be warm and alive.
It's a heady cocktail, as much as it is a mistake. But certainly it's short-lived, before he's shivering from the ice in his veins again. No. He needs more.
He needs Yuugi.