Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Untitled ❯ Night To Remember ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4--Night to Remember

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December 10th.........That night....

Beaten, broken down, forced to tears is how Seto Kaiba sat in his office that night. His head lying in defeat upon his desk. His hand over his mouth, muffling each sobb he made. Never did he intend for things to move so far out of his control.

Seto Kaiba, always kept a leadership grasp onto everything.

"What are you going to do now?" He asked bitterly to himself. Opening his droor once more, he pulled out his powerful deck of cards. Hoping the the sight of his Blue Eyes White Dragons would give him strength,

remind him of the powerful man that had once obtained these cards.

Long and hard he stared at those three dragons. But nothing came to him.

"You've lost it Seto. You've lost....Everything." In a fit of rage he scattered the cards onto the top of his desk. Reaching back into the droor he intended to pull out a pair of scissors. He had always felt that the Dragons were apart of him, but now, he wasn't even able to face the site of his useless Blue Eyes anymore.

Though what he got was much different. He reached angrily into the droor only to pull it back out with a yelp. Looking to his finger, he watched a thin trail of blood find it's way down his hand.

Licking it off, he looked back at the droor, and carefully placed the same hand back in.

A small silver object caught the corner of his eye.

It revealed a paper cutter. The small insognificant object that had easily peerced his skin.

//Do you dare Seto.....?// He thought, fumbling the object in his hand. Watching each few times it would make a small cut into him. //Could you do it Seto.....?// His mind was toying with him.

Testing him.

//You've failed at everything else....// His hand was covered in blood from the small cuts.

//What about...Taking your own life...?// Blood drops splashed onto his scattered cards.

//Could you fail even that, Seto Kaiba?//

His mind wouldn't stop. //Your loosing everything...You've even admitted it!// Could he really do this?

//You've lost your power...// He himself wanted to know.

//You have nothing worth living for.......// Slightly, he gripped the blade. Was it true?

//You have no friends....// Brought it to his wrist. Or was his mind playing games? Going off the moment?

//Come on weakling...// Seto raised it from his wrist. Afraid.

//WEAKLING!!//

//Why'd you stop!?// "I'm afraid." He whispered to himself.

//Afraid!? You were so close to proving yourself!// "I was...?''

Again Seto brought the sharp blade to his wrist. //Prove to the world Seto...// He placed it over the spot he wanted.

//Prove your not weak....Prove it to yourself, your Blue Eyes, Yami, your brother!// In absolute rage Kaiba swiftly slashed over his wrist. Blood went flying.

Splattering straight over his desk....Over his cards.

Turning and panting hard, Seto glared at his reflection in the window. "No turning back..."Then, like a mad man Seto started slashing over his whole arm, making deep gruesome cuts. Watching the blood flow down his arm and all over the floor. All over him.

"The fuck you looking at?" Seto inraged asked his reflection again. What he saw was himself, which only inraged him even more. He wanted to rid himself of his own sight forever. So this time, stabbing into his upper arm, he pulled the small blade down still intact.

He took one more glance before throwing his arm across the window. Splattering it heavily with blood.

Though this didn't mean he was done. He continued cutting and making himself bleed, until each corner of the large window was covered with the crimson color.

//You did it.//

"Of course.....I did." Staggering over to his chair, Seto sat down, starting to feel the effects of blood loss. A burning pain going through each of his arms, was becoming unbarable. Raising his head, panting heavily now, he was looking around the room with his barely clear vision.

It was all red. No sign of his reflection could be seen.

...And it wasn't until later, that the young Mokuba checked on his brother.

Picking up the phone....And calling for help.

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I woke up with a start. An extremely cold sweat running down my face, soaking my entire body almost. Running my hands through my multi-colored hair, I whispered out loud.

"Was all of that....Really a dream?" Shaking my head, I stared at my Millenium Puzzle for the longest time.

Lost in thought I tried to block out the phone ringing. It was late, who in the world would call at this time?

I heard the answering maching with Yugi's voice on it, come on.

The one talking surprised me.

It was Mokuba....He sounded...Scared.

"Oh no..."

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