Kaiba's shoulders drop, his head falls forward. So Yuugi found the lie in the group. The lie...that no matter how much he tried to stifle, he couldn't completely shake.
Even if it wasn't this Yuugi, it was still Yuugi he was scared of.
Does it bother you? That I'm scared of you?
It sure does bother Kaiba. And the audial hallucination seems to revel in that very fact.
Pitiful coward! Dying is too good for you! Dying would be a release, barely a punishment!
Again, there's the whistle of a blow just within earshot, and again, Kaiba flinches. Why, why, why can't he stop flinching? It feels like he's eleven again, forced to study until his eyes were bloodshot and spilling pitiful, frustrated tears onto his schoolwork.
There's a cut of pain across his cheek, the smell of blood, the pain--the punishment for his weakness, and for not applying himself! Only he can feel it. There's no blood. No cut.
I'M NOT SCARED OF YOU!
He screams it to the ceiling, unable to identify where the belligerent voice is, but wanting to set a boundary between them.
The voice only sounds closer, as if it's crawling in his ears.
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Kaiba's shoulders drop, his head falls forward. So Yuugi found the lie in the group. The lie...that no matter how much he tried to stifle, he couldn't completely shake.
Even if it wasn't this Yuugi, it was still Yuugi he was scared of.
Does it bother you? That I'm scared of you?
It sure does bother Kaiba. And the audial hallucination seems to revel in that very fact.
Pitiful coward! Dying is too good for you! Dying would be a release, barely a punishment!
Again, there's the whistle of a blow just within earshot, and again, Kaiba flinches. Why, why, why can't he stop flinching? It feels like he's eleven again, forced to study until his eyes were bloodshot and spilling pitiful, frustrated tears onto his schoolwork.
There's a cut of pain across his cheek, the smell of blood, the pain--the punishment for his weakness, and for not applying himself! Only he can feel it. There's no blood. No cut.
I'M NOT SCARED OF YOU!
He screams it to the ceiling, unable to identify where the belligerent voice is, but wanting to set a boundary between them.
The voice only sounds closer, as if it's crawling in his ears.
Yes you are. You should be.