The presence that washed over him made it impossible for Yuugi to do anything but fall limp on his bed.

He felt it before the window shattered: pleasant, almost overpowering heat coiling over every muscle and beat of his heart. Invisible hands stole his breath, just as silent blades cut his strings and left him unable to move, think, or speak.

Wide violet eyes stared ahead.

(Kaiba...? Oh Gods, is that blood? What happened?!)

Heavy breaths rattled his weakened lungs.

(I...I can't move! Shit, I can't move!! Kaiba, please, don't do this!)