Chapter 6
A/N Can't really say much but read and enjoy. I already have that second chapter in progress and hoping to get it out sooner.
So enjoy
Nighttime had fallen over the Big Apple but to the residents that didn't matter. Many pulled their hood up and continued their nightly activities. The light lining the street illuminated the pavement. Seto stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, looking out of the window pensively. The issues of the previous business meeting had left his mind to be replaced by another, that circled his mind. He watched the last of his employees leave the building and go home. During the short time here, he caught whiffs of the conversations from those under him.
Many chatting about their families or the next party they'd be going to, groaning about their everyday lives. Before shutting up when they spotted him. While other dared to ask if he needed anything only to be glared at. Their lives sounded so simple, so plain…so boring. Right now, the CEO yearned for that kind of life. One where he just went home to his family able to leave the stress at work. Never having the threat that it could all fall apart in a second. One where he didn't have to worry about a hostile takeover or a corporate spy.
One where his brother was with him.
"Are you a single father?"
"Yes"
Could have that been the reason he left?
Whatever he had done, the brunet wouldn't have cared. He had made his share of mistakes.
But he did have him back. He found him. Thing should be back in order. Right? The deep pain in his chest told him it was not so.
He checked his watch. Joey said he was dropping Tea off. He wished he could have been a fly on the wall in that car. In that home. If not ot know why, but to see his brother again. To hear him talk and hopefully laugh. A chance to see his extended family again.
Ross. Seto's eyes narrowed at the simple thought of that ass kisser. How dare that fucker try to fire his brother. Didn't he not know who he was? Did he have the audacity to speak to a Kaiba that way? Did he-. Seto paused, glancing over at his file. Laying amongst various paperwork. He glided over to his desk, picked up the file and skimmed the pages. Flipping through the pages, the same name came up. Kyle Crenshaw. Detailing his graduate school, work history and the recommendation.
Dr. Sam Rembraint.
His last employer from Tech, beside the name was personal number. He pulled out his phone and slowly dialed the number on the paper, praying this man would have some answers. He breathed heavily listening to the dial tone on the other in. Praying this man had a few answers. On the fifth ring, he was starting to loss hope. It was late, he might have already gone to bed.
His hope was restored with a simple hello.
"Hello who is this?"
"Sorry to disturb you so late. My name is Seto Kaiba. I have a few question about Mo- I mean Kyle Chensaw." He stammered. The world didn't need to know his brother was alive. Not yet.
"Ahh I see. You're not disturbing anything Mr. Kaiba, I was about to settle down with a nice whiskey before you called. I hope my student isn't an any trouble." He said jovially. Too jovial to the brunet's liking.
"How long had he been working for you?" Seto started out.
"After he graduated, he was looking for a job and needed something to pay the bills." The same answered. "He was one of my best students. I'm glad he moved onto green pastures." Seto held back a snort.
"Do you know what he did before that?"
"I believe you have the file with you."
"Old man just get to the point." He snapped, he didn't have time to play games.
"Testy, huh. From what I saw he worked many different odd jobs. Waiter, bartender, laborer. Always such a hardworking fella." Mr. Remy rattled off. "Come on Mr. Kaiba do you really thing I didn't know?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about. I'm merely asking about an employee."
"If you want to know Mokuba is a fine worker. Diligent, hardworking and brilliant. Spending many-a-nights fixing and updating our software. I guess computer genius runs in the family."
Seto froze at the name. "How long?"
"When he first walked in, he had his kids that day. He was extremely apologetic for bringing his kids to class. Told me he couldn't find a sitter and his wife was pulling a twelve-hour shift at the hospital. Boy I tell ya he got a lot of attention that day. Its hard to hide that Kaiba glare. Quite hard to teach with an five year old glaring at you." He said, remembering fondly.
"Does he know?" Seto asked.
"Only a couple weeks ago, you see, he has turn down several temp waves for your company. The boy needed to find something else to do besides fixing our computers and assistant teaching. What better place than the technological mecca of the world. I was wondering when you'd contact me."
The rest of the conversation, the former employer only seemed to sing praises of his brother. Having kids, working two jobs and going to school. Mr. Remy informed him, Mokuba graduated with the highest honors from the school. ("I think I have that newspapers clipping. I keep in touch with my best students.") This made the CEO smirk. During the conversation, the older man praised the boy for being such a diligent worker.
"I don't think he ever slept."
As the man rambled, Seto pondered on a few things, stopping to answer the man's questions. If he and his brother wasn't adopted by their step father, would he have had to struggle to touch the success he had now. Could they have just left the orphanage and made it on their own? He could have taken the national test and been exempt from ever attending school. What about work? Could he lied about his age until he turned sixteen? If so, how long could they keep it up? Skipping towns to keep CPS off their backs.
Could they have done that?
Deep down he knew the answer to that.
"Well Mr. Kaiba the Misses is telling me to go to bed." He said, drawing the brunet out of his thoughts. "Give your borther my best wishes."
The phone line clicked before the CEO could stop him.
Seto lowered the phone from his ear, with more questions than answers.
Mokuba trudged up the stairs to check on his daughters. They needed to pack for their mothers. Kierra was helping Bella pick out her outfits. His youngest were still oblivious to the drama unfolding. For now, the raven would like to keep it that way. Then there was alimony. He wasn't going to get his check until Thursday and knowing her she'd come to his work to badger him. He was lacking another three hundred.
Maybe he could ask Tea to a 'loan'.
He chuckled to himself, he remembered a time when 1,100 dollars was just two cents for him. Being able to, with Seto permission, buy anything he wanted. Having a Mercedes sitting in the college parking lot on his first day. Renting him a splashy apartment for college. Or walking out with an alimony's check worth of college accouterments. Seto wanted him to go to college since he never did.
Then it all fell apart that night. Was walking home alone really such a good idea?
A dull thump drew him out of his thoughts. "Shit! Come one you get in the damn case." He glanced over to an open door where his daughter aggressively stuffing a few shirts into an already full suitcase. After she got home, she traced up to her bedroom and stayed for the rest of the evening. Tea tried to coax her out only to have the door slammed in her face. Only leaving to change in to her sleeping shirt and perform her nightly rituals. Brushing off her sisters in her hast.
He didn't have the heart to tell them why.
"Can I help you?" She said, turning her focus form the suitcase piled with clothes and essintals.
"Just seeing how the packing going." He said, forcing a smile, glancing past her to the clock. "Its getting late."
"I know." She dissmissed, moving her suitcase and climbing into the bed. Mokuba glided over, kneeling down beside the bed to brushed back her bangs and kissed her on the forehead. Feeling her tense up before relaxing. He cursed himself for losing control like that. They could have been taken away from him, he could have lost them. In the end he just reminded her of their past.
"Goodnight." He said, making his way out. Eyes following him.
"That brother you told you us about…He's not dead...is he?" She said monotonously.
Mokuba closed his eyes. The promise to be present burning in his mind. Despite his everything in him telling him to run away. To lie again.
"No he's not." He said lowly. Returning to the brunet's side.
"Then why did you lie." She asked, staring at him. Hurt burning in those eyes.
"You're too young to understand." He said, cursing himself. Seto use to say that as they gotten older. His teenage self vowing to never say that phrase.
"Dad, I have an IQ 180 and I'm about to be a senior." She said defensively.,
"Sometimes, Kaiya, IQ can't help you." He rebutted, feeling himself being pulled into that dark pace. "It didn't always help my brother."
His gazee darkened, remembering his brother plunging deeper into his own insanity. Ruthlessly pushing him out the way to reach his goal. Stopping at nothing to beat Yugi. Isolating himself because if his deep-seated paranoia of being over thrown by a more cunning tycoon. When he started seeing those trait in his daughter, he did his best to nurture her emotions. Allow her to feel. Hoping she would never have to live in such a competitive mind set.
Kaiya gaze fell to her blue comforter. Feeling as if her world was becoming more unraveled. Nothing made sense to her anymore. She thought she was smart enough to tackle anything the world threw at her. Feeling thing were getting more difficult. Her father said it was normal, that this was a part of growing up. Her father also said not many people would understand this kind of family.
"There're thing in this world, Joey would understand more than Seto." Mokuba added. "You are so much like your uncle. It's scary. Same will. Same drive Even down to you temperament. I just don't want you to do down the same road as him."
"He's so much different now." She commented.
"People change." Mokuba sighed.
"Why did you change?" Mokbua gnawed at his lips. Trying to think of an answer. "Articles said you and him were the perfect brother. You were always there to cheer in on, no matter what. And he always came for you when you needed help. Why did you leave him? You said sibling are supposed to look after each other so why. Why would you give up everything to live a life so…pitiful?"She said, hurt ringing in her voice.
Mokuyba tried to come up with an answer but none surfaced. There was so many reasons that could have taken the whole night to explain. Even longer for his children to understand.
"I wish I had time to tell you but it's getting late. All i can tell you is...that I was scared." He said, pecking her forehead before sliding off to the bed. Kaiya watch him leave her side.
"Daddies don't get scared." She said.
"Good night Kaiya I'll see you in the morning."
Pulling the door closed, he breath out a sigh, resting his head against the door. He was far form out of the wood yet.
Joey had just finished tucking the kids into their makeshift beds. Looking back at his handiwork. There had to be something better than the sectional couch in the livin room. They needed to find a nice condo or something. The kids were getting fed up with sleeping on sofa cushions. Frankly he was getting tried of fighting his daughter for bathroom him Hmm. Yet another day of condo hunting. Maybe he shouldn't be so quick to drop his married name.
Speaking of Seto, where was his husband.
It was only ten o'clock, he might be working longer. He did mention he had a proposal with a lab to work on. Joey was hoping to have a moment alone with his Dragon. He knew they couldn't have make love to him, in case one of the kids walked in. Just to run down to the late night eateries and have a meal. De stress some.
He went to the small bar, pouring himself a glass of wine before heading to his and Seto's room. Something to soothe his mind. Too much had gone on tonight. He flipped through the hundreds of channels before settling on history. He never liked when the teacher taught him but the TV shows about it were interesting. Anotehr documentary about livin in Alaska.
He half paid attention to the program while he thought on days events. Mokuba. Something about him didn't seem right. He shuddered thinking about the visit to his house. He couldn't explain the sensation he got from the younger Kaiba. Malevolent. That could have been because he was angry. Yeah that's it. There was something…unnerving about him.
It could just be paranoia. Why should he feel that way? Mokbua's a good kid and seem to be a decent father.
Why would he be angry at them? Usual when he saw the two together, the younger one was clamoring for the elder's attention. He didn't miss the hurt in Seto's eyes when Mokuba pushed him away. If it was about the kids, that wouldn't have mattered they would have helped him. They would have loved them like family if Mokuba gave them the chance.
He just hoped that Seto wouldn't push them away because of this.
A startling crash make the blonde jump, spilling the wine.
"AHHHH" came form the living room. The children.
His heart was racing. Brea in always meant one things, a robber.
"Shit!" He cursed, eyeing the droplet of red wine on the white comforter. What is with rich people and white?
He downed the last of the wine before setting the glass down.
Joey ran around the bed, jerked open the side table draw and grabbed the gun. A crash was never a good sign. A crash to him meant someone was going to rob his ass if he did fight. He ran over to the door and leap out.
"Show ya self." He shouted.
He flipped on the lights, point the glock at the door, ready to strike. The door was wide open with no signs of a struggle. His children were huddled on the couch, eyes peering over the comforter they were wrapped in. He carefully strode over to the intruder. The side table was tipped over, a vase was flower was shattered on the ground. In the water was a wallet and the keys to his husband's car. With his head resting in the pool of water was the brunet. He breathed a long held breath. It was just Seto. He lowered the glock and walked over to his husband.
He was still clad in his work clothes, minus his suit jacket, limp from god knows what. Joey prayed it wasn't from drinking. Noticing the ting of red in the water now seeping into the carpet. Great this will be fun explaining to the room service. Joey's breath hitched at the state of Seto's hands. Mangled is what came to the blonde's mind. The only time Joey saw that was after a gang fight. He switched the gun to the safely mode and set it on the counter. Joey grunted as he slung the brunet over his shoulder. With his foot, kicking the door closed. They didn't need a real thief in their home.
"Is Papa going to be okay?" Jaden asked.
"Ya, Papa's going to be just fine." Joey reassured him. "Just go back to sleep.
He staggered to the bedroom, he gingerly laid him at the food their hteir bed. Blood spotting the white sheets.
"Seto wake up." He said, shaking the CEO.
Seto sat up, almost headbutting Joey. Distorted.
"Where am i?" He said.
"Calm down, dude you home. What the fuck did you do?!" He said, gesturing to the bloodied hands.
"What do you mean?" Seto asked, dumbly.
"This!" He said grabbing Seto by the wrist.
Seto was stunned. "I-I don't remember any of that."
Joey sighed. He had to keep him panic in check. This wasn't the first time his husband blacked out. "What do you remember?"
He closed his eyes, searching for an explanation that would satify the blonde.
"Not much. On the way home, the same feeling…to drink. Amazing that i didn't pull into one of those bar on my way home. I know it not good but something it tell me this would take the pain. That and the thought on why my brother left, it drove me insane. I knew I need to find some release the gym seemed like the best option. The rest I don't remember. All I knew was it felt to have the release." Seto said, turning his head to the side. Finding the view outside more interesting. Fighting the old thought to reserve these thoughts to himself.
Shame boiled inside of him. Why wouldn't these compulsions be gone and say gone? Just when he thought he was getting better an event happen and it feel like he could spiral out of control. What did Joey think? Would he get tired of this and leave him? Everyone else has. He had scared the kids and his husband. What kind of father if he himself couldn't control the impulses? He couldn't bear the thought of turning into Joey's father. Always looking for his next drink. No, he had to many things in life to lose.
A pair of arm wrapped around him, surprising the CEO. "It's alright." He finally spoke. "Alcoholism isn't meant to be cured. My dad couldn't beat it. But you, you keep fighting it. I think you doing a pretty good job of it." He felt a tear slid down his cheek. Seto wiped it away, forgetting his bleeding hands.
After his then boyfriend got better, he was determined to have his old man get into recovery. Only thing to come out of it was his father spitting in his face and calling him a 'faggot' and threatening to beat the homosexuality out of him. His father and Seto almost took it to the streets that day. Joey had to throw the CEO in the car before. it took Joey and the chauffeur to drag the cursing CEO into the car. Paying the driver to keep this between the three of them. Two days later he got a call form the police. They found him dead in his apartment with his head blown off. The police said it was the gang's loan sharks. Seto and Mokuba held them that night.
"Why did Tea keep him from us?" Seto asked, hoping to move the blonde's mind to somethign else. Somethings were best forgotten.
"Because he would have run off again. It would take a lot to find him again. She said at least this way he'd be safe and the kids would be fed." Joey said, keeping his feelings about the boy tucked away. He needed to get Seto through this. "We talked aobut this, if you did find him he might now be the same person you knew."
"I know." He said sadly, placing a hand on Joey's arm. "It difficult."
"We need to get you hands bandaged." Joey added taking his by the wrist, not risking damaging his husband's hand further. Guiding him to the bathroom and having him sit in the vanity chair. He switched on the light and rummaged through the cabinets.
"Did you get to see him?" Seto said, breaking the silence.
"Yes." He said while rummaging through the kit.
"How is he?"
"He's...stricter" Joey said, setting the items down on the vanity.
He could hear Seto's dark chuckle.
"Mr. Remy, Mokuba's former employer said he worked two jobs and had school on top of children. He convinced Mr. Ross to give him a job," Seto hands curled into fist, opening the wounds. Blood trickling down his fingers.
"Don't do that." Joey admonished, grabbing a keenex.
"Nobody messes with a Kaiba. Why would Mokuba put up with that?" Seto seethed. "How dare he have the audacity to fire him."
"He had no choice. Ya do what the boss says or else you could be fired. He's Mokuba's boss, he could do whatever he wants. If you step in people would be asking questions. Do you really want the media to know about you shit right now?" Joey said, patting the cuts before putting on peroxide.
The brunet winced. "I wish I could do something."
"Only thing ya could do is watch him. He been so use to bein independent that he might not want many people right now. There all done. How about we get a shower and I'll wrap you hand." Joey said, slowly stripping from of the CEO.
"Only if we can make out as well." He said, smirking
"Deal."
Kaiya stared out the window, finger curling and uncurling.
It's just one week. She kept reminding herself.
Though the window she could see her mother give her father a kiss on the cheek. She crinkled her nose in distrust. Mokuba might have felt the same. They should have to do this. To kowtow to such trash.
"Kaiya, Kierra Bella, time to go." Tea called, she sighed grabbing her suitcase and trudging downstairs. Taking her time to look at the pristine home, just to be in it for one last time.
Tea was waiting for her in the foyer, the door was wide open. Today was a sun shining day. She raised the handled bar on her suitcase and walked out. Tea looked on sadly wishing she could do something so these visits would never happen. Her father was waiting on the bottom of the front porch, remnant of red lipstick smeared on his face and his hand.
He pulled the brunet into a tight hug. "I'll miss you." He whispered.
"I'll miss you too." She said flatly.
She barely made it off the drive way before she was engulfed into another pair of arms.
"Oh Kaiya my darling Momma missed you soo much." The blonde squealed, lifting the brunet off the ground.
"mmmmm." Was the only thing Kaiya could get out trying not to be suffocated by the fake tits.
Terra glanced down to the smaller children. She dropped the pre-teen and raced over to the children, leaving the eldest on all fours, gasping for breath. She eyed the blonde with disgust. Everything about her mother unversed her. Everything about this was an act.
Kierra and Bella join Kaiya, gagging on cheap perfume.
"Okay dearest I'm off." She called as if she was speaking to a crowd. Walking around to the driver side of an old corara "Oh Tea you should put on some more makeup. I mean you are a 'dancer' aren't you."
Tea's jaw tightened.
"Okie doke come on kids."
Kierra and Bella sat in the back seat while Kaiya took the front. Bella looked out the rearview window at her Daddy. Kaiya stared straight ahead, staying as still as possible. Sometime that was the safest.
"Darling put on your seat belt." Tarra said in her same singly song voice that drove the bruent insane.
"Okay." She said dully.
"Speak up dearie."
"I said okay." She snapped.
She felt a jolt sending her to collide with the glove compartment. That was going to leave a bruise. She wanted to ask why her mother did that but she knew the answer to it. She just sat back up and put the flimsy seat belt on.
"Wearing a seatbelt makes things safer."
Kaiya rubbed her forehead. "Yes mam."
"Good now Mommy has to go to the store." She said returning to her happy dementor.
"We will offer you 40 million for his piece of property." The appraise said, a little too giddy.
Joey glanced around the marvelous condo. This was something he would have never thought about buying for himself. But damn 40 million for a 900 sq ft of space. He and Seto had been talking about expanding their family. He couldn't imagine shoving all of them into such a small space. He didn't like the idea of his kids being stacked on top of each other. Plus, Seto needed his own office and he needed a place to store his dueling equipment. Beside Korrina and Seto seem to like their space. He could see one of the kids running into the island counter that mechanically sprung from the floor.
"I don't think we'll take it." Joey said. "It's a bit small for our needs. We're looking for something with two or three bathrooms."
The woman's face faltered before perking back up quickly. Joey noticed. He didn't like this woman, she was too…uppity.
"Let me show you a few other we have on sale." She said darting off to her car.
Ping
"Good morning Ms Cranshaw." The grocer said addressing the blonde.
"Its Delores." She muttered under her breath before plastering on a smile. "Good morning to you."
"Ya have the kids this weeks." He said, peering over the counter.
"Yes and it's the best." She said, grabbing a cart. "Remember kids hands on the cart. Kaiya don't leave my sight."
She tightened her grip on the middle child, reminding the child to say something. "Its great I love my Mommy." She said, relieved when the pressure went away. Kaiya glared hole at the woman as they rounded the produce section.
"Soo, kids what do you want to eat?" She chirped. "I was thinking shrimp tacos."
The three remained silent. Kaiya knew it was for show, she never cooks. Anything she did cook, she had gotten sick off of. She couldn't even boil an egg right. She now knew there was no such thing as medium rare chicken. She had watched her sister eat the same food and never had to spent a night in the hospital. Good, her younger sisters were brats when they were ill. Oh well at least her father gave them liter soda bottle of blood to survive off of.
"Okay ramen it is." She said, loading up the cart with three case of cup noodles.
That's probably the safest to eat She thought to herself.
"Okay what about this one." She said, obviously exasperated.
She had been looking with him for hours now. In first impression he didn't seem like much. Who come to inspect million dollar condo and homes in T-shirt and jeans.
Joey cringed at the blench white interior, from the white wall to the white carpet. Shuddering at the thought of the plush carpet being marred with spilled drinks and ground in crayons. Even he couldn't keep something like this clean. Everything inside of it looked…non-kid proof. It would take an additional few months to even redecorate to make it family friendly. The stairs going up to the second floor didn't have a rail on them. Jaden or any younger child they might have could fall and bust their head. But it was what he was looking for, three bedrooms and two bathes.
"I'm gonna have to talk to husband about it first." He said.
"Come off, Mr. Wheeler I'm sure you husband would be happy with anything you pick out." She perked, hoping to make this sale and be done with him.
Joey didn't like the intention form that comment. "I like to include husband in a lot of my decisions."
"Mr. Wheeler is best if you make this decision now, I have hundreds of clients who would will actually money for it." She said smugly.
Joey's eyes furrowed. Just because he didn't dress to the nines means he should be treated as inferior. This lady seemed too pushy as if the blond wasn't worth his time. Seto told him to mention his full surname for better treatment.
"Excuse me mam, I do have money." He scoffed.
The lady just laughed, further irking the blond. "You're just stalling. This high rise doesn't accept anyone with…lower quality of living."
Joey didn't want to do it. He dug through his jeans pocket and pulled out his wallet. Flashing it to the obnoxious realtor. She went dead silent. "My name is Joey Wheeler-Kaiba, my husband is Seto Kaiba and I'm not going to buy a home from a stuck-up person."
The realtor froze, under her full face of makeup she paled, eyes wide in disbelief. This idiot snagged a man like Seto Kaiba. Wait. She just missed a sale from one of the richest men on earth. She could be fired for that.
Joey tucked his wallet back in the pants pocket and stormed out. Fist clenched.
"We are home." She cheered, "Just put those on the counter. You guys are such good little helper."
Kaiya fought to roll her eyes as she started to make her way to the kitchen. Noticing the cigarette butt overflowing form the empty 1 liter on the coffee table or the explicit magazines tucked away in the corner. The kitchen didn't fair much better. The floor were coated in a thick layer of dirt. She placed the bag on the counter, moving the mouse droppings.
"Kierra just hand them to me." She ordered, watching her sister try to put a gallon of milk on the tall counter.
After the stored the food and got their luggage, Kaiya got them each a bag of chips and cleaned a couple glasses off for them to have milk. The eldest lead them to the couch to watch some TV. She sat down on the carpet and began flipping through channels settling on some mindless cartoon for them. Their mother was off visiting someone about something. She told them she'd only be a section down if they needed anything.
Kaiya knew what it was for and wasn't about to tell her sister what it meant.
"Big sissy are you hungery?" Bella asked offering the brunet her last chip.
She shook her head. To tell the truth she hadn't had much of an appetite for food lately. Everything started tasting bland to her unless if she doused it in blood. Her dad said she needed to still eat human food. Something about taking care of the human body. Maybe this meant she wouldn't have to eat her mother cooking.
"Okay." She said popping the chip in her mouth.
The hours rolled on without any sign of their mother. Bella was starting to get worried, but Kierra reassured her that Mommy will be back. But Kaiya knew it could be past midnight before she ever showed. The two eldest sisters knew that but Bella was too young to remember anything. Usually when her mother was gone Kaiya would take care of them until she decided to stagger in.
The day crept by, Kierra and Bella busy watching TV, since Daddy wouldn't let them watch it too much. Kaiya spent her time cleaning, reviewing her deck or read. She was determined to go to the tournament even if it pissed her father off. If the $500 wasn't enough then she knew way to get more. They needed to stay at the hotel for three day and those room weren't cheap. Kaiba or not she was going to win.
She had just tucked them into bed and snuggled into her recliner when she heard a bang. The bed could only hold two people. She shot up causing the old recline to pop her in the head. Throwing off the cover she leapt from the chair and jerked open the door.
"Heeay darling." Tarra slurred, clumsily walking to the brunet. The pungent smell of alcohol lingering on the blonde's breath. Behind her she was flank by two grizzly looking men. "Me and the buddies were just having fun. We got kicked out two bars."
That is not what I need to hear.
"So we brought a few people here." She announced before flopping on the couch. A stream of ten people filed in with various forms of liquor.
Kaiya wanted to facepalm. She needed to watch Kierra and Bella's room now, they don't need to see this. She wasn't about to let some drunk ass near them. Her dad was too busy working to protect her from this.
Thump
The vice-like grip on his mind was ever presence. Breath hitching in his throat as he struggled desperately to get a simple breath in. His vision flashing from red to a multitude of colors. Everything was starting to blur. Except for that lovely smell from the room next to him. Sweat mixed with tears dripped from his brow onto the carpet. The feeling he tried to keep biding was screaming to get out. Clawing at his mind, shrieking to be let out. Just this once. Let it out so they could play together.
No, he couldn't. his experience telling him it was best to keep the beast contained until another day. Clinging to the thought, that this too shall pass.
Nail dug into the wall he was resting on as particles of plaster fell threatening to pull it from the studs. He prayed that Tea wouldn't notice. Thankfully she was fast asleep. No doubt she would try to help, but this wasn't a place where a human could help. Speaking of Tea, she smelled particularly good tonight.
Mokuba mentally smacked himself. No he couldn't think this way.
His body ached for rest but didn't dare give in, fearing to what he'd wake up to. Seto and Joey would never forgive him in anything happen to Tea. Hell, he wouldn't forgive himself if any harm came to her. He didn't know how long he had been stalling, keeping the lust at bay, the only clock was watching houses darken as people slept for the night. Sleep. That would be nice.
The only emotion surfacing was...anger. Why did they have to be there to disturb their peace? Everything was so nice and calm before they got there. Why did they have to come?
He need a drink.
Prying himself from the wall, taking note of eight puncture-like hole in the wall, before staggering into the hallway. The aroma blinded him, why hadn't he noticed he has such a tasty roommate. He shook his head, trying to erase that disturbing thought.
No Tea's a friend. No I'm just going down stair and have some cows blood.
Despite that attempt to reassurance he knew that's wasn't what he needed. What he needed was sleeping soundly in her bed. He begrudgingly pulled himself away from Tea's room and staggered down the hall to the stairs. Clinging to the thought of have some type of blood substance. Funny how it stuck him when he was weak. He practically flung himself at the fridge before jerking it open. Inside was a filled pitcher. Discarding the top, taking a swig from the pitcher.
The voices quieted were hushed for a moment before demanding for more. Control was throw out of the window as he indulged in substance. He long trained himself to like animal blood. Even now he thought of it like a salad, gave you all the nutrient but wasn't near as tasty as a piece of chocolate cake. He leaned against the counter, the light of the fridge offering the only illumination. Feeling temporarily sated for the moment. The vice on his mind lessened to a tolerable scratching in the back of his mind as this sense normalized.
He weighted the pitcher in his hand, noted the sudden lightness.
Shit! He cursed to himself. He couldn't drink half a pitcher every day. The butcher already eyed him and Tea for ordering that much.
Was this because of his brother's stay here? He sighed pushing himself off the counter and setting the half empty pitcher behind the milk. He couldn't let his brother get to him anymore. Confused, usually a glass before bed was enough to please him. Thing were becoming a bit more stressful but why would that change anything. All he knew was that his brother couldn't see him like this.
Before he knew it he was back in his room. He eyed the dent in the wall, absentmindedly rubbing his forehead, as well as the mark just a few inches beside them. He need to watch him, not knowing if he could come out of the next episode as fine as this time. He pulled his shirt off and curled into bed. Hoping this was just a one time thing.
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