Tabloidshipping. The chapters will alternate between their perspectives each time, because I want to try something different. (And Jade Crimson Tear's new story inspired me, but shh, don't tell!)

I have no claim to Yu-Gi-Oh! and it's characters.

Do you see me, brother? Does it hurt you, to witness the self-destruction I have wrought? I know it does. You tried your best to pamper me; you want me to remain this more innocent facsimile of a past self that died long ago; of the fool that experience has ripped and exposed.

I see myself mirrored in your eyes.

I am older now; older than I thought I would reach. Now when I stand on the tips of my toes, I am taller than you. I know the women fancy you; I am aware of their pointless pursuits. Maybe that bothers me.

Maybe it doesn't.

The media has taught me to doubt myself. I am riddled in self-consciousness. I know I am not what people describe as 'ugly'. My features may be unusually delicate, but even so, none have tried to possess me. No women have arrived with flowers as they do for you - and isn't that custom?

That's what they do for you; so why do I not receive the same treatment?

And I am your younger brother. I am supposed to follow in your footsteps; to replicate or even surpass the success you have achieved.

I thrive in your shadow like newly-opened flowers to the sun, but then I realise.

You are my sun; shining in this world of depression and darkness, of turmoil and hardships. That isn't to say you don't have your own troubles, I'm quite aware of your shadow, as I must say; it's where I belong.

I've seen you, though.

You sneak in liquor to your study. You take huge amounts of alcohol from our stocked kitchen when you think no one's looking. You try to drink your troubles away; to drown in the bitter, murky substance.

That was the first time I had ever been disappointed in you.

It disgusts me; this crutch you have. You are my brother, my Seto; my sun. You are stronger than this.

I know that you don't want me to turn into the person that remains the most important in my world; to be influenced by the person I respect the most.

Perhaps you are riddled by such self hatred that to see me - apparently - tarnished by someone such as you would wreck you.

Maybe I'm still an ignorant child, regardless of the age of my physical self.

I don't care.

Because I am your brother, and I love and accept you more than enough for the both of us.

So much that it hurts.