Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the characters. I merely use them to write fanfiction.
Repression
He sits at his desk, looking over papers, scribbling and grumbling away like always. You stand at the doorway, peeking through the small crack because he never tends to shut the door all the way. Even at night you can see a sliver of moonlight escape onto the hallway floor.
You wonder if he knows that you are standing there, that you've been standing there for quite some time, that you stand there most evenings. He makes no move to acknowledge you; does not stiffen when you quietly slide to the door; when you push it open a bit more to stick your head in; even when you crunch your candy he does not move. He sits there, very straight.
Gozaburo used to stand over him. You saw it, little eyes wide with fear as you moved your hand from the doorknob, afraid it might make noise in your trembling hands. You never tell him that you saw. No, you would bear that burden just as he bore his own. He was good at keeping secrets, so you decided to be good at keeping them, too.
At night it would be hard to keep it all down. You wrap the sheets around you, but they do nothing to keep the monsters away because they're in you, clawing to get out. There was that time, you remember, when you snuck into the medicine cabinet and found something to help you sleep. You took too many, and even the thought of dying didn't scare you enough to tell him. It was only when you started throwing up, when you couldn't stop, that you slid into his room and touched his shoulder. He yelled at you when you told him what happened, but he took it all back when you cried. You never did tell him why.
Sometimes you think that you'll wake up one morning and your body will be limp on one side. The consequence of too many secrets. You think it's silly to think like that, and you tell yourself that you never have those thoughts anymore. In the morning you still pinch both arms and legs to make sure you can feel.
You watch him for another hour before you walk back to your room just down the hall, not being careful to soften your footsteps. He doesn't hear those, either. You pull out a school assignment, one that is already done, but you didn't do it the right way. You didn't do it like him.