Two Kinds of Scars

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A/N: Honestly my hearts not in this anymore but I'll finish it.

Mokuba feels the need to throw something at the massive plasma screen. Something hard and heavy that will break it into a million pieces. Something that will stop the news clip of his brother calling out Yugi on every station. Doesn't the world have anything better to do?

It's been three days since Mokuba became ill, now all that remains is a dull thudding in his head. Still his misery doesn't end even for a second. Everything hurts, physically and mentally. He wants to scream at the top of his lungs and destroy everything in sight.

Mokuba's card locket is broken in half from being thrown at the wall and he tore the head and wings off the blue eyes plush. Why not? It's not like those things matter anymore. Nothing Seto ever touched matters anymore NOTHING.

Mokuba flips off the TV and gets off the couch though it makes his head spin he stalks to the kitchen. His shoulders are hunches and his bangs have grown even further over his eyes. He's still in pajamas but they hang loosely of his now unhealthily thin frame. He hasn't looked this bad since duelist kingdom, and that's saying something.

In the kitchen he sees a bowl of fruit but doesn't touch it, even though his stomach is demanding something to eat. He ignores it as he always does.

Mokuba rests his back against the wall and looks around when something catches his eye; the liquor cabinet. Mokuba feels a very, Kaiba like smirk play across his face. Why the hell not?

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Yugi sighs heavily as he watches the news feed of Kaiba calling him out. apart of him wants to do something about but that part is very small. He knows that an upcoming battle with the king of games will only draw Kaiba further from his brother.

Six new stations have already called him desperate for an interview but Yugi declined. It doesn't matter to him. Joey is still raging of course or at least he was until Yugi pointed out that if it was his sister in trouble Yugi would have done the same thing. Yugi sighs and leans back against his bed.

"I wish card games could just be fun again," he says sadly because he can't remember the last time it was all just for fun.

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Seto never drinks; the cabinet is full just for show so Mokuba doubts anyone will notice the bottle of wine is now filled with water. It taste dry and bitter, Mokuba didn't like it but he drank the whole damn thing. He's a smart kid, he slept for a while and when he woke up, clearly hung over, he washes the smell off him and brushes his teeth till his gums bleed after he vomits. If anyone questions anything he can just say he still sick.

Despite the fact it tasted horrid the boy notes, while he was drunk, or hammered or whatever you want to call it, he could completely forget. But when it was all over, he's back on the bathroom floor bleeding his wrist, wishing things would all just be over.

A/N: sorry if that was crap, I have no clue what I'm doing.