Damn it. You're annoying.

Kaiba lets out a huff through his nose, then pushes himself back into a proper sitting position. For a moment, he does in fact open his eyes, intending to glare at Yuugi, but the room lights make him squint them back closed again.

Too bright...they're way too bright.

If Yuugi's quick enough to catch it, then he might see that Kaiba's pupils were completely blown, before he forced them closed again.

At this rate...neither of us is going to win.

They're circling one another, and the longer it goes on, the more Kaiba is starting to feel worse. The cupcake sits heavy as a stone in his stomach, and it doesn't feel right there.

The game is no longer serving as enough of a distraction.

"You can't win against him. Who are you kidding?"

Suddenly, Kaiba's head snaps to the left, eyes open and glowering--

--at nothing.

...Is he going mad?

"Nothing new about that."

The voice...Kaiba doesn't know where it's coming from. But it's not Yuugi, and that's concerning enough.

No. No, he won't give into this.

The game. He has to play the game.

I miss my brother.

"You'll never see him again."

I run a company.

"Not anymore. Not since you lost."

You don't scare me.

"Poor Seto. Don't you remember the horrors? Don't you remember where they came from?"