"You seem down, Aibou," Yami commented, his own ruby eyes downcast. The boy looked over, the expression almost mirrored.
"Aa...Malik-kun...." He looked away, "Malik-kun...died..." It was said very softly, and two tears fell.
"Yuugi...."

I can't touch the ones I love the most.

"Mou...I won't be sad anymore, Yami," Yuugi looked up, only after shedding two tears he was determined. The soft sad smile lingered, but there was something in the violet depths which startled Yami, "I will be stronger. Malik-kun gave me something too," He added, almost to himself, hands held out in front of him; empty. Even though they were empty, it was as if Yuugi held something to his chest.
"I know..." Seto gave me something as well...

[12.17.03]

"lizzie borden with an axe...gave her father forty whacks..." he stopped in mid-rhyme, words trailing off into a slurry of sounds, none of which resembled anything in particular. The drop off in his voice might have been atributed to the misshapen side of his face which reminded Yami of candle wax. Only half melted, then frozen. Seto's voice was ruined, smoke having clung to his lungs, like the fire to his skin.
"You know... I think I'm sorry," He commented, forcing the words out as he spoke to the wall. Yami stood behind him, tears falling freely.
"Sorry about?"
"My father. My stepfather... I think I'm sorry for saying things...I'm sorry for living. Because I'm the child nobody wants... my brother hasn't come in a while... neither has Yami..." He continued to speak to the wall, words getting faster and crammed together, "Imiss himsometimeslike, when I dranktoomuch, or sometimes...sometimesIseehimbutI'm...I'm crazy..." he ended and slammed his fists against the wall, wincing as a reaction, but he never felt the pain. The fire had eaten away at the nerves in his hands as well, the chunks of flesh melded to his bones by white stripes of linen that quickly darkened.
"Seto, I'm here... I'm here for you..." Yami whispered, taking two steps forward. Seto turned to his bed, and tugged at the mattress, pulling insistently at the corner. The thick fabric gave way to bedsprings, sharp and grey...iron.
"He's dead...He burned, just likemybrother...burnedtodeath. I'msorry. Alwayssorry..."

I dream in shades of blood.

There was blood everywhere, Yami cried out and knelt, one hand passing through Seto's cheek.
"I'msorry...i'msorry...i'm...sorry...sorry..." The brunette kept whispering.
"It's ok....It's going to be ok....it's ok..." Yami said over the mantra, desperately trying to hold him.

Like a ghost on TV...

[12.22.03] 
For some odd reason, he reminds me of snow.  Up until now I never realized why, he isn't that pale, nor is winter his favorite time of the year.  I could spend hours watching him, like how he is now, sleeping.  The steady rise and fall of his chest and the cute pink lamb tucked up near his face.  If anyone knew that he slept with a stuffed animal he'd probably kill them.  Then again, this is the only time he's ungaurded, his lips slightly parted.  It's snowing outside, which is what made me think of him and snow in combination.  Funny, when he opens his eyes, they're blue, like the ocean or a sapphire or some other expensive stone and twice as precious.   His pajamas are too small, made of flannel with the plaid tone something I would never imagine him picking out himself.
        "Look, Yami, it's snowing..."  His voice always effects me in some strange way.  Only under sleep do I find it safe to be around him, but even just his presence makes me flushed.  He is pale, but not white, the dark eyelashes resting against his cheekbones that were pronounced but not hollow.  Beautiful.  The glimmer of pale pink caught my eye.  His right thumbnail had pink nailpolish on it.  When he sleeps... all the power he holds falls away, and he's just another man, albeit, much more pretty then many, but when he's awake... He's so cold, beautiful, untouchable, and weaves spells without even knowing it.  Sometimes, he's even crazy, I think he's mind can't deal and just folds into itself sometimes...
        "I hate the snow,"  

"You're so warm..." Yami held Seto close, tears soaking the brunette's white shirt.
"I...was I dreaming? I dreamt that you went away..." Soft and childish, Seto explored the other, making sure he was intact. Sapphire eyes gleamed with sorrow, suppressed anger and that strange little craziness which Yami loved.
"It was just a dream..."

Just a dream.

Seto Kaiba
1985-2003

My brother died today. He killed himself, they asked me what should be put on his tombstone. I couldn't say anything, because I didn't know him. So I stand here with flowers, trying to feel sad... and in a way I am. But I can't help but feel angry, or something like that. I never knew him well enough... Rest in peace, nii-sama...