Sorry, I wanted to put up this story in one go, but couldn't log in, that's why the hold-up. No hard feelings, ne? Oh, and this one real long chappie, so take your time reading it...


6

Seto Kaiba on cocaine was a very nice, almost gleefull person.
Unluckily, Seto Kaiba was also an angry drunk.

Every few weeks, when peer pressure became too much or he felt like celebrating, he would send off one of his employees to get him some sugar, worth a fifty-thousand Yen.
Once appropriately 'loaded', he would slip into casual black clothing and take a walk on the wild side.
Or, as the patrons of downtown Domino dubbed it, 'go on rampage'.
Within an hour, he would hit every Arcade along the way, challenging the local champions and spending money with both hands.
Sadly enough, he also drank far too much than he could support, and once the effect of the cocaine wore off and the alcohol kicked in, he would start picking fights, insult and threaten people and destroy interiors.
The owners of the respective locals would sigh, count the damage, and send the bill to Kaiba Corp., as always.

It was four a.m. when Seto, completely fueled and empty-pocketed, stumbled through the quiet alley's, a bottle of sake in his hand and anger in his heart. He neeed to hurt, to destroy someone or something.
"Damn, Anzu, I can't believe we missed the last bus because of you!"
"Hey, it's not my fault, the ladies room was chock full!"
"Besides, who do you think you are, putting down my girl?"
"Oh come on, folks, it's not that bad, I mean, it's only a five blocks walk, right?"
"For you, Ryuji and Anzu maybe, Yug, but Honda and I gotta head all the way uphill, wich may take up nearly an hour of foot-work! Sides, it's not like it's the first time this happened!"

Kaiba listened to the approaching voices, and smirked. Perfect.
Taking another swig from the sake, he fingered in his pockets for the bottle cap. Miraculously, he hadn't lost it, and closed the bottle, before sliding it into the confines of his short, black leather jacket.
"-and then the cab driver charged u-mmph!"
Jou had just connected face-first with Kaiba's shoulder, but this one did not even seem to register it. His cold, blue eyes rested on his arch-rival, as he slurred:
"We-ell, look what we got here. The bad..bad hair-day dwarf and hish deme-mented friends. Is it a blue moon, or did the ashylum hand out gen'ral amnesty?"
The other five teens gawked at him, until Honda asked hesitantly:
"Uhh, Kaiba are you..drunk?"
Seto shot him a hatefull glare, causing the other brunet to back off. Jou snorted.
"Yup, Kaiba's offically, royally and totally pissed!" he chuckled-and evaded the backhand slap by pure luck.
"Silence, mutt!" thundered the CEO, "my bu-business's solem-so-solely with th-that diminutive friend of yours!"

Closing the distance between him and Yugi with three long, but wobbly strides, he lifted the shorter boy up at his collar.
"Becaushe of you I lo-host my title as number one dube-duelist in the world. I've lost ev'thing wich really mattered to me to a-a-whiny midget punk! If not for you, I could have fu-finally left my past behind me!"
The millenium puzzle shone, as Yugi and Yami switched places, but before the exchange was complete, it was interrupted. Seto grabbed the chain and, dropping Yugi, pulled it over this one's head.
"You an-and your..stupid, cheap tru-trinklet! Wanna see, wha-what it means t' me?"
Yugi's eyes widened in fear, when Kaiba rose his arm, grinning like a madman.
"Nothing!" The puzzle described a high, glistening arc, before it hit the pavement and shattered into its individual pieces.

"Nooooooo!" screamed Yugi, as he felt the spirit's presence being torn from his soul, and collapsed to his knees.
"Kaiba!" Jou tackled the drunk CEO to the ground, before this one could even react, and, straddling the brunet's hips, began raining down blow after blow against this one's defenseless form.
Already after the second punch, Seto went out like a light. Huffing, Katsuya stopped hitting him, and turning to his friends, yelled:
"Ok, guys, we gotta find those pieces! We're not leaving, until we got every single part of the puzzle! Yug, you ok?"

Yugi didn't answer, eyes teary and vacant, as he cradled the center piece of the millenium item in his hands, trying to find the other half of his soul in the shining surface-

"Yug?" Jou lay an arm around Yugi's shoulder. This one looked up, eyes staring straight past his blond friend. Katsuya drew a quick breath and, pulling up the shorter duelist, demanded:
"Hurry up, everyone, I think, Yugi just went into some kinda shock! We gotta get him outta here, asap!"
Honda cocked his head towards the unconcious Kaiba.
"What about him?"
"Let moneybags take care of himself! Not like I care!" sneered Jou.
"We can't leave him here like this," opposed Anzu, "he might get run over, or die of alcohol poisoning, or-or-"
"-Or get mugged, or choke on his own puke-sorry, koibito!" added Otogi, when his girlfriend gave him a disgusted look.
Rolling his eyes, Jou huffed:
"Fine, fine, we'll save Kaiba-again. Honda, get me his cell phone!"
"What are you up to?" asked the brunet puzzled, as he brought him the requested item. Katsuya pressed a few keys, then flashed Honda his sharkiest grin and replied:
"Just watch and learn."

He awoke with the mother of all hangovers. Every single bone in his body hurt, his mouth seemed to be home of a mouldering throw rug, and his intestines were revolting. And to make matters worse, his face felt, as if he had tried to split boulders with his head. Kaiba shifted carefully under his blue comforters, but his stomach had other ideas.
He only just made it to the bathrom, before everything he had consumed the previous night made an impromptu return.
Then he just lay there, forehead resting on the cool porcelain rim of the toilet seat.
Three painkillers, a cup of coffee and half a dozen phone-calls later, Seto was fast asleep again.

Kaiba rose with the setting sun, but the only shiny thing about him were the multi-colored bruises he sported. Once he had showered and dressed, he went to the kitchen in search for some ice.
Dinner was just about to be served, so he sat down and ordered the replacement cook, to bring him a bowl of ice, while they waited for his younger borther.

Just as the ice was set before him, in bounced Mokuba-and stopped dead in his tracks, when he saw Seto's swollen face.
"Nii-san, what happened? How did you get hurt?"
Kaiba blinked a few times, before replying:
"I can honestly say, that I have no idea."
A polite throath-clearing drew his attention to his personal assistant, who was supposed to be guarding Mokuba.
"I believe, I can put some light on last night's events, Kaiba-san."
Seto waved a hand, urging him to continue.

"Obviously when you were-intoxicated, you got into an argument with Yugi mouto and his friends. While this-disagreement, Mouto-kun's millenium puzzle was broken, wich caused Jounouchi-kun to attack you. In your..inabrieated state, you lacked the strength to defend yourself, and were rendered unconcious. Apparently, Jounouchi felt bad about his malevolent behaviour against your person, and had the driver pick you up, using the speed-dial on your cell phone."

Kaiba silently digested this information, before shrugging it off.
"Whatever. Anything else, that requires my immediate attention?"
"Aside of the daily post, which I took the liberty to bring you, I assume, there is nothing else, really."

With a nod, Seto dismissed him, as he used the butter knife to open the different wrappers. Mokuba, devouring his meal, silently watched his brother scanning efficently through each page, while inbetween picking through his food.
His brother's fingers trembled slightly, as he picked up a particular, expensive looking letter. The knife tore the delicate fabric apart and with a sound like brittle silk, the single sheet was freed from its confine.
Seto read the lines twice, three, four times, then all of a sudden, pushed his chair back and rose from the table.
"I-I think, I lost my appetite" he blurted out, and with those words, he was out the door, before Mokuba could even blink.

Frowning, the young boy got up and walked to Seto's place. He picked up the letter, to inspect it, and then his blue-grey eyes widened in disbelief:
Unlike the last poem, this one was not penned down with black ink, but with blood, if the splotchy, brown-red quality of the inscriptions was any indication:

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that wich longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly apetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry, that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cue I am now reason is past care,
And frantic mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth, vainly express'd:
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

'Wow, whoever wrote this, must be really ticked off about Seto. I think, it would be best, if nii-san would apologize, before things get out of hand.'
Determinded, Mokuba went in search for his brother, his food forgotten, left to go cold.

The cook sighed rejectedly.

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Hmm? Yes, I realize Kaiba is very OOC, just go with the plot, kay?