Challenge fic for tears_priestess. I hope it's not horrible.

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

No warnings, except that it's a little dark.

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It was nights like these that got him thinking. Nights like these when he allowed darkness' tendril's to entwine him, and smother him, make his vision blur and his values become unimportant.

He hated this feeling. It felt like he was suffocating, and that there was no way out of this dark prison.

He could feel everything wrap around him, killing him, closing in on him. The pressure was pushing against his sides, warping him, torturing him. He couldn't make it stop. Make it stop!

He was banging now. Using his fists, trying to break through the wood. Mahogany. It used to be his favorite, but now it was vengeful, now it wanted his blood.

He tried to scream, but there wasn't enough air. He couldn't breathe. Help! Oh God, someone help him! No one could hear him. They were above him, mourning. He could feel the salty tears of his younger brother, leaking through the dirt, through the wood.

So much dirt. There was so much dirt above him, and bodies, walking and talking. HELP!! Where was he. How could he do this?

He felt icy cold fingers brush against his cheek, and he jumped, looking around frantically, hitting the wood again.

Suddenly, though, it was no longer wood. He was looking out at the world through glass. He yelled, and banged against it. No one looked. They all ignored him, and continued walking. Oh, someone please help.

His younger brother came up. Pushed his hand against the glass. Looked up into his eyes sorrowfully, before turning and walking away.

"MOKUBA!!" He screamed, sitting up, blankets tangling around him.

"Niisama. Are you okay?" Mokuba asked, touching Kaiba's hand and looking into his brothers eyes.

He forced his heart to slow, forced himself to stop shaking. "I'm fine."

"But--"

"I'm fine, Mokuba!" He hissed, glaring at his brother.

Mokuba looked at him, nodded, and hugged him. "If you need to talk to me about anything, I'll be in my room. Sweet dreams." He kissed him on the cheek, then jumped off his bed and out of his room.

He watched his little brother leave, suddenly feeling very tired. Before he fell asleep, he was greeted again by the feeling that he was buried, before a sweet, dreamless sleep claimed him...

~OWARI~

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Finished. Please read and review. Con Crit is good. Flames will be mocked.