Two Kinds of Scars

Disclaimer: I don't own yugioh

A/N: wow people almost twenty five reviews! Dang that's like half way to fifty and I haven't even gotten close to where I want to be! Anyway I apologize for this chapter because I have NO IDEA how to write a Brooklyn acceant. I mean I can do in a heart beat but Brooklyn not so much. I'll have to call wulfeh and her take my little Brooklyn dwelling lover. Oh well I guess you can all listen to Brooklyn rage to put you in the mood!

Joey Wheeler is beyond mad, mad and what he is are not even in the same solar systom . and to show his anger he's basically destroyed everything in Yugi's living room.

"I can't believe that bastard," Joey rages chucking a random pillow at the wall.

"I didn't really think Kaiba would go that far," Tea whispers. The two look to Yugi who is just sitting still staring at the TV.

"well," Joey says looking at Yugi. "what are you going to do?"

"Nothing," Yugi says simply.

"What," Joey exclaims.

"I did what I did to help Mokuba," Yugi says. "The best thing to do is just leave it as is."

"But it seems like Kaiba doesn't even see what's going on," Tea asks. Yugi frowns.

"I don't know," Yugi admits. "But what's going on is serious and he needs to see it."

Seto Kaiba walks in the door of his mansion to find Roland waiting for him.

"Master Kaiba," the elderly man says. "I have been trying to reach you all day!"

"And why is that," Kaiba asks in an annoyed tone wondering what could be so important to risk blocking his phone lines all day.

"Master Mokuba has fallen ill," Roland says. Seto jumps a bit on the inside though externally he is calm as ever.

"How is he," Seto asks.

"Well it doesn't seem like much more than a bout of the flu," Roland says. "He's asleep now." Seto stands still for a moment wondering how to approach this. He supposes it's best to let Mokuba sleep and talk to him when he wakes up.

"Alright," Seto says. "I will check on him later." And without another word he walks up the stairs to his home office.

Two hours have passed and Seto opens the door to Mokuba's room. He can see the lump under the covers where his brother is but the voice that comes from under it does not sound like his brothers.

"Get out," the voice says and it is cold and threatening, too much like his own.

"Wait…what," Kaiba asks to taken aback by the voice to remember what it said.

"I said 'get out'," Mokuba says in the same voice. Seto blinks not quite sure what to say or do.

"Are you mad at me," he asks.

"No," Mokuba lies. "I'm sick and I feel like crap now gets out." Mokuba doesn't care how cruel what he's saying is, he doesn't want to see Seto because he doesn't see his brother anymore. As much as he hate to admit it when he say 'Seto' on the TV he really saw Gozuboro.

"okay," Seto says. "I'll let you rest." Seto closes the door. Mokuba clutches the seats which makes the cuts on his wrist stand out on his wrist. Never before has he acted like that to his brother before. But then again his brother has never acted more cold to him.

He doesn't understand what is happening to his life, his brother, everything. His world is crashing into pieces and he just want it all to go away.

A/N: dang another shortie XP sorry. God I'm getting so stuck but this has got me on a roll. Something in mind and I think this occurs to me as something that has crossed my mind as, the final low. Ah maybe it will go somewhere but I don't know. I'll try to keep updating as much as possible but now I'm going to go write about an asshole killing zombies!