RE-UPLOAD FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT! If you've seen it before, that is why.
Nobody knew how it started. No one expected this. The terrifying change that came over Seto Kaiba. One night a darkness consumed his soul and stole the final shreds of his sanity. Nobody understood why he would scream. Nobody understood why he would cry. It was Mokuba that found him that morning. Finding it unusual that there was no sign of his brother and no sign he had woken up. He went to investigate. Opening the door the first thing he saw was the blood. Stormy grey hit thick, crimson terror as it dripped from the bed, menacingly stretched its way across the room and met its owner cuddled in the corner, his hands cradling his head as clear salty tears mixed with the rivers of blood that slipped down his sharp pointed face. Mokuba's first reaction was to question if his older brother had somehow been attacked. His eyes scanned the room but could find no sign of a forced entry. Or a struggle. Seto would fight back. It only got worse. The only noises that sounded from behind the bedroom door were heartbreaking whimpers, haunting laughter and terrifying screams. The unpredictability of Seto's moods meant Mokuba had to be taken away. And that was that. Seto Kaiba had succumbed to madness.
Or had he?
Seto screamed out as he felt a sharp pain slice through his stomach and up to his chest. Everybody had just assumed he was mad. Sometimes he thought he was. He couldn't tell the difference between memories and reality anymore. He would see HIS face flash before his closed eyes just before he felt pain that he thought he'd buried a long time ago. He ran two fingers along the thin trail of pain along his body. Once again when he pulled them away they were newly painted with his warm, newly spilled blood. He was hurting him. Still. It wasn't the fact that he was now 18 that freaked him out. It was the fact He was doing it to him from beyond the grave. How was a dead man slicing him open, slicing open old scars? Was it the dream? He vaguely remembered it. His life flashing, showing every scar, cut and bruise inflicted on him since his adoption. Now they were being reapplied. But how? He was still thinking rationally. But, since no one could understand these...strange happenings...they had assumed self harm and put him down as mad. He knew his life would never be the same. Everything he worked for would be taken from him. Most painful of all, he would never be allowed to see his little brother again. And no one would give him a chance to explain. It was at this point Seto realised He had won. He had always wanted to separate Seto and Mokuba. He had done it. Seto closed his eyes in defeat. I give up, he thought, you win, I've had enough. He clasped his locket and allowed the swarming, unnatural darkness to swallow him.