Summery: Thinking his life means nothing; Yami hides his sadness in a bottle. When people start to worry, he starts to fight back with threats of death. Can anyone help him save himself?

Warning: Drugs (prescription, I never want Yami to touch the bad type) alcohol, cussing, smoking, attempted suicide, and violence. This goes for the whole story.

I own nothing but the plot and any OCs as well as any brands that you do not know about.

This story is yaoi so if you do not like, then kindly please read something else that you prefer. This is Prideshipping and Wishshipping as well.

On with the fic.

Bottled Up Gods

Chapter one: Its 2 AM

To thine own self be true…

If you looked at Yami Mouto from twenty feet away you would see him as a strange looking teenager with an odd, yet surprisingly well put together, sense of fashion.

If you looked at him from ten feet away, you would notice that he is short and thin with tan skin and crimson red eyes that hid behind golden bangs that had black hair tipped in crimson sticking up to high heaven in the back with gold running up thought it at certain points.

But if you stood a foot away from him, you would notice how sick he looked. His tan skin had a bit of a pale tint to it, he was thin to the point that he looked like he shouldn't be moving, and his crimson eyes were a bit sunken in with dark rings under them. The red color of them was slightly glazed from lack of decent sleep. His hands shook at a point that if you held them, you would start to shake as well.

And what is the cause of all this madness that was happening to the seventeen year old?

A dark night, silent screams, blood, and a broken child.

It was 2 AM.

"… And I said, yeah? You think I can't take ya? Well prepare to have that proven wrong! And then I punched his jaw and I think I broke it."

"Wow Jounouchi, so then what happened?"

"I woke up and fell out of bed."

The small group of high school students laughed to themselves as they walked down the road toward Domino High. The one telling the story was Katsuya Jounouchi, a punk with a soft heart for his friends and part of his family. The one who walked right next to him was his lover, Yugi Mouto. He was the twin brother of Yami Mouto and they looked a lot alike, except Yugi had purple eyes and the tips of his hair were as well. He was happy a lot, unlike his brother who was sad and quiet most of the time.

Behind the two were their friends Anzu Mizaki and Hiroto Honda, two friends that you could count on, except everyone thinks Anzu was a bitch at time. And the one trailing behind, having no point in even talking with any of them was Yami. He kept his hands in his pockets and walked by himself, listening to his Crossfade CD.

Yugi looked back and frowned as he saw the tired look on his brother's face. "Hey Jou, do you think something is up with Yami?" Jou blinked and looked down to see worried violet eyes.

"Maybe he is just thinking Yugi, don't get yourself worked up."

"But I don't think he is getting enough sleep…"

"I wouldn't be getting any sleep if I was head of the student council, the art and drama committee, and the music club, as well as being the top in every one of his classed. You know he is working over time just to get everything in on time. Plus the big winter dance will be coming up soon and we all know how busy he's going to be planning that." Jou smiled as he looped an arm around Yugi's waist as they walk onto the school grounds.

Before Yugi could say anything a voice stopped him and caused Jou to get pissed.

"Eww, geek love in the general direction. Don't you boys know it's against the rules to show relationships on school grounds?"

"Kaiba… no one asked you to get in our business!" Jou barked.

Seto Kaiba was tall, with clean cut brown hair and the coldest blue-eyes you have ever seen, even colder then ice. His skin was pale but that was normal since he barely ever went out in the sun for too long since he was busy with school and his company. He glared down at the group as he walked by them, but something stopped him.

Kaiba looked at Yami, whose eyes widened for a second before turning to look down at the ground, doing his best not to show the small blush on his face. Kaiba shook his head and walked on, but when he looked at Yami he noticed something was not right with his rival.

"Now who can tell me what was the reason behind why people tried not to believe in the theory of evolution when it was first brought into view by Darwin?" Ms. Chen asked her science class. With a simple smile, she pointed to Yami.

Yami gulped and nodded before speaking. "The reason people didn't want to believe was because they had based their lives of the theory of Creationism brought on by the Christian Church which, at the time, was the main belief of most Europeans and Americans. But due to their being much proof, people began to accept, even the late pope of the Catholic Church agreed to Darwin's study."

The class was quiet as Yami could feel all eyes on him, God he really wished that he was somewhere else right now. Maybe during lunch break he could go and get a smoke…

"That's right Mr. Mouto, brilliant explanation." She smiled just as the bell rang. Yami let out a sigh of relief as he gathered his books, but stopped when he felt a hand brush his back, he turned to see Kaiba walking by with his hand moving back down to his side.

Soon it was lunch break and Yami walked up to the roof of the school, having permission to do so at any time since he was part of the student council. He walked up to the fence and leaned against it, taking out a pack of Lucky Strip brand cigarettes and placing one in his mouth. Yami then pulled out his black lighter with a wadjet eye on it out and lit the cancer stick.

He let out a breath of white smoke and sighed. He had only been doing this since the last few weeks of the previous school year. All thanks to his jerk of a friend Bakura. But he never told anyone about this since he didn't want to be lectured by his brother or scare him with what he had been doing.

"Ra… I'm giving my self a head ache…" Yami groaned and reached into his bag and pulled out a water bottle and a bottle of prescription pain meds. He popped two into his mouth and took a drink of water, never noticing that someone else walked up on the roof.

But he turned his head slightly as he heard the gravel being moved on the roof and saw Kaiba walking up to him, stopping when he noticed the white stick in Yami's mouth.

"You smoke?" He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Yami nodded and exhaled, pulling it out of his mouth.

"Yeah I do, and you better not tell anyone or I'll kill you with my bare hands rich-boy." He glared, only getting a smirk in return.

"Fine, I won't tell. Hey, could ya give me one?" Kaiba reached out his hand as he looked down at Yami, he reached into his pocket and handed one to Kaiba, who used his own silver lighter to light it.

"You smoke?" Yami asked in a mocking tone.

"Only when I'm stressed out, one of the morons at work blew up a computer and freaked out, calling me in second period while I was taking a test. I was fucking pissed and I had to finish my test just a few minutes ago. I came up here to just vent my anger. What are you doing up here anyway Yami?"

"I'm stressed, and its nothing for you to know about got it?" He growled. Kaiba flinched; he had obviously hit a nerve. He turned and looked out at the busy school yard. "You know, your dorky friends and brother are looking for you. I saw them asking people questions of where your current location was."

Yami only 'hmphed' as he took a long drag. "I don't want them looking for me." Kaiba blinked, normally Yami would get right up into his face and tell him that his friends were not dorks. Now it seemed like Yami didn't care.

"Are you okay Yami?"

"I'm fine and dandy like sour candy."

"I sense sarcasm."

"No shit Sherlock, how long did it take you to figure that out?" Yami looked up at him with a pissed look in his tired eyes.

"Jeez, I was just asking a simple question with a yes or no answer. What the fuck is with the attitude Yami? The school year has just started not too long ago and yet you are acting like its exam time. And don't give me that look you little asshole. Normally you are hanging out with a moron patrol and yet for the past few months you've been acting like you have nothing in life and are you getting any sleep? You look like shit!"

Yami blinked and turned to look at the glaring CEO. "Who the fuck gave you the right to get into my business?! And what's with the interrogation?" He barked at Kaiba, who grabbed his arm and pulled him to his face.

"Listen Mouto, everyone is worried about you. You work too much, you have bags under your eyes, you are almost to the point of collapsing, you're thin and not in a good way, you look like you take drugs, in fact you just look like your dead! Tell someone what's going on!"

Yami looked at him for a long moment before pulling away and turning from the CEO.

"Listen Kaiba, I'm fine. This is how I normally act; I have to do things for the school because that's my job. That's why I am not getting enough sleep. And why the hell would I take drugs? I think dead heads are the lowest form of society. And the reason I'm so thin is because I have a high metabolism, I'm guessing you have the same thing since you're so thin, and you're one to talk on lack of sleep. Your brother is a friend of my brother's and he told us that you barely get sleep at all."

Kaiba sighed. "Fine, I guess you have your reasons behind everything. But you still look sick; maybe you should see a doctor or at least tell someone." He tried placing his hand on Yami's shoulder, only for it to get batted away.

"Kaiba… please… don't tell Yugi or anyone what we talked about… I don't want Yugi to worry about me…" With that, Yami took his things and left, leaving behind a questioning Kaiba.

TBC

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Okay, just so we are clear, I am against drug use and the drinking of alcohol. I only accept it in fanfiction because these are just characters in stories that we make up. The title is not about God Himself, but how we as humans think that we are superior over others due to our intelligence and strengths. But when we are depressed and feel like the world does not need us, we seem to place our God-like abilities in a bottle and leave it on a shelf.