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The clicking of the keys finally stopped. In the wee hours of the morning Seto Kaiba stopped working on his new duel disk design to stare at the computer screen. Mokuba must be asleep by this time. The young CEO let all the hidden emotions hit him. And boy, did it hit him like a brick. He only let his walls down in the night after his brother was asleep. A tear streaked down his cheek. Kaiba put his hands over his eyes and leaned over the desk with his elbows on the surface.
Why wouldn't he do anything right? Was did everything he touched seem to crumble? He was so worthless! All everyone wanted was either his money, his fame, or a job. Nobody wanted to know him as a person or a friend. All he had was Mokuba, but he wouldn't tell Mokuba everything. Kaiba didn't want to take away what was left of Mokuba's childhood. Gozoburo had taken a part of it already, and Seto being the CEO of Kaiba Corp didn't help either. Sometimes he wondered if he and his brother were separated back at the orphanage, if his brother would have a better life. Sure, they had everything they could want, but maybe Mokuba would actually have a family. He wouldn't get into as much life or death situations, that's for sure.
Mokuba sure seemed to be good friends with Yugi and the geek squad. They were always trying to get Kaiba to hang out with them. He was sure they were just after something, and they didn't have the courage to just ask him for it. Yeah, he probably won't give it to them, but did it hurt to just ask anyway? Was it worth toying with his feelings? He wondered if they knew who he truly felt, how insecure, lonely, and sad he was, would they treat him any different? Probably not. No one cared. He wasn't worth it. He could disappear and the world would not even notice. Or they might have a party. Yay the mean Seto Kaiba isn't there to give orders and boss us around!
Kaiba was now full on sobbing. His shoulders were shaking so hard by now it was a wonder he wasn't making any noises. After crying alone at night for the past year, you get practice not making sounds. But it gets harder and harder every time. He sinks deeper and deeper into the depression he doesn't know if he can ever make it out again. He puts on a tough face for Mokuba and the world; however, inside he's being shredded to bits by his own sorrow.
Seto lifted his head up and opening the desk drawer, got out a pair of scissors. He played with them in his hands before putting them back. He didn't want to go back into old habbits. Kaiba hadn't cut in almost a month. A long hard month, but a month none the less. He should just go to bed before he gets anymore tempted.
Sighing, he got up and walked into his bedroom. Seto go out a t-shirt and some pajama pants out. Taking off his work shirt, he looked at all his scars from the past. Some were so deep and other were almost completely faded away. Kaiba didn't want to feel like this. Feel like he was drowning. Feel like there's no point to life no matter how deep you search. He had to hurt himself to feel better. That was one source of his self-loathing. It was hard for him to love himself. No one would ever love him. He was pitiful and stupid. No one would want to be around him if not for his title.
Seto walked over to the bed and laid down after setting his alarm. And with that he was out like a light.
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