Thank you so much for all the nice reviews.

santurion3: Ups, I think you are right. Joey's eyes are not blue. You didn't offend me and I am sorry for my lazy research in such characteristic details.

Seto'swhiterose88: I see your problem but let me tell you: Boys, especially when ill can whimper a lot;) Nevertheless I keep it in mind.

And I'm bowing my head deeply to all he other reviewers. My special gratitude goes to nobodyreally who proof-read the last two chapters. Yeah, the end is coming soon.

Shocked Kaiba sat up and stared into the dark sky. "Don't remind me", he said. Then he turned around and walked to the bed. Exhausted he made a belly-landing on it. He buried his head deep into the pillow. The headache had gone but still he felt dizzy.

"Thank god it's dark outside. So probably no one has seen you. Let's hope there will be no questions about the wall. The weather report on the radio announced rain this night. Maybe this will do the cleaning," came Joey's amused voice from the window.

Kaiba cursed silently. He didn't want any jokes about this.

Joey sat on the bed. The moving mattress made Kaiba's stomach grumble again and he turned on his back. "Still sick?" Joey asked and Kaiba nodded.

"Good", Joey said in a dry voice. "You are mad. You stormed off like a psycho and you vandalized my room in a second. What for?"

Kaiba kept silent.

"When you were opening the window I expected the worst. You seemed completely out of mind."

"Forget it," sighed Kaiba "I would never do such a thing."

"Why not? Because you are so controlled? That's a bloody joke. In the kitchen…" Joey said after a pause but Kaiba's ashamed expression made him stop. Instead he stood up and examined the overturned table and the broken glass. "Good work. You even managed to scratch the door."

"Please, leave me alone."

Joey stood still and turned around. Amongst the mess he looked like the survivor of a massacre who finally faced his aggressor. With narrowed eyes and clenched fists he stared at Kaiba.

"You are the biggest looser I know", he said, emphasizing every word. "And the biggest arsehole, don't forget. Your lack of social skills is absolutely amazing. Every time something emotional happens you fail completely. First you insulted me, then you hit me, and now you're destroying the flat. What's next? You don't care for others, do you? Mokuba must suffer a lot with you."

Kaiba rose and shouted back, "Mokuba is not suffering with me!"

Joey stared back, "YOU think that. Have you ever asked HIM? I don't think so. As long you are in your damned controlled position everything is right for you."

"He knows me well enough."

"Do you really believe this crap? Even if he can bear your madness, it doesn't help you with others."

"I think I'll leave."

"Ah, that is the next step? Running away and leaving the mess behind. Good luck," Joey nearly spitted these words to Kaiba. Furiously he left the room and slammed the door with a loud bang. A second one implied Joey had entered the kitchen.

Kaiba put his head in his hands and looked through his splayed fingers. This was the end. Silence as the absolute absence of life struck him like a hammer. He felt cold and shivers were crawling down his spine. Shaken, he stepped to the cupboard to find his clothes but instead he sat on the floor. The fact that Joey had maybe spoken the truth about Mokuba and the anger about his own inability to respond to the accusations made him miserable. Running away was such a seductive opportunity... going back to Mokuba who never questioned him. Silent tears were spilling down his face. He wiped them away and begun to pull out the splinters in his feet.