Seto Kaiba...who was he, really? He'd spent six months alone, in the darkness with only pinpricks of light that manifested as he needed them, tickling at the edges of his mind and unlocking bits at a time.
For six months, he was alone, and it hadn't felt like six months. It had felt like a strange, impermanent eternity during which he had to remember who he was.
Not Seto Kaiba
Just Seto.
So long he'd built himself from the ground up, trying to stray from the darkness and stick to the light. After all, weren't children afraid of the dark? Was he...? It felt so, in that prison of his own mind.
Even when he'd been pulled back to reality, his mind was barely kept together by a singular purpose. The seams of those pieces were visible, barely slotted against each other. The barest bit of pressure rattled him to the core and awoke the monster that hadn't fully been beaten down.
But there was a single thing, one thread that wound itself around the puzzle of his mind and kept it tightly bound. The pieces didn't slip too much, so long as that string held them securely, and it was a thin thing, something which he wasn't sure of yet. Thin, but powerful. Carbon-fiber filaments twisted together tightly.
Brotherhood. Family. Mokuba.
Oh yes. Mokuba.
His brother. His brother who he had been searching for and when he finally found him, the pieces of his mind began to come undone, shaken by the efforts of a man who only wanted to take everything that he could from Seto Kaiba.
Here too, they start to slip out of alignment, and Kaiba feels dizzy at Yuugi's words.
His name.
Tell me. Tell me his name. What is your friend's name?
Why is his pulse throbbing at his temples like a barely suppressed oil line, fit to burst and drown him in ichor until he can't breathe? Why is his stomach twisting itself into such knots that he can barely bite back the bile creeping up his throat?
All he wants...more than anything, is for Yuugi to say someone else's name. Not the one on his mind, building into a cacophony raging in his head so loudly that even he douts that he could hear Yuugi's answer.
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For six months, he was alone, and it hadn't felt like six months. It had felt like a strange, impermanent eternity during which he had to remember who he was.
Not Seto Kaiba
Just Seto.
So long he'd built himself from the ground up, trying to stray from the darkness and stick to the light. After all, weren't children afraid of the dark? Was he...? It felt so, in that prison of his own mind.
Even when he'd been pulled back to reality, his mind was barely kept together by a singular purpose. The seams of those pieces were visible, barely slotted against each other. The barest bit of pressure rattled him to the core and awoke the monster that hadn't fully been beaten down.
But there was a single thing, one thread that wound itself around the puzzle of his mind and kept it tightly bound. The pieces didn't slip too much, so long as that string held them securely, and it was a thin thing, something which he wasn't sure of yet. Thin, but powerful. Carbon-fiber filaments twisted together tightly.
Brotherhood. Family. Mokuba.
Oh yes. Mokuba.
His brother. His brother who he had been searching for and when he finally found him, the pieces of his mind began to come undone, shaken by the efforts of a man who only wanted to take everything that he could from Seto Kaiba.
Here too, they start to slip out of alignment, and Kaiba feels dizzy at Yuugi's words.
His name.
Tell me. Tell me his name. What is your friend's name?
Why is his pulse throbbing at his temples like a barely suppressed oil line, fit to burst and drown him in ichor until he can't breathe? Why is his stomach twisting itself into such knots that he can barely bite back the bile creeping up his throat?
All he wants...more than anything, is for Yuugi to say someone else's name. Not the one on his mind, building into a cacophony raging in his head so loudly that even he douts that he could hear Yuugi's answer.