If you were readers of my Hunter x Hunter series you may have noticed this has gone on indefinite hiatus. I greatly apologise for this; but I lost interest. If you read my previous notes you may have noted I suffer from mental illness and sadly at the time I was hoping to get back into the story I took a turn for the worse.
I am better now. It's been hard I'll admit. I want to write again. I recently got back into Yu-Gi-Oh...which is probably why you clicked this on your phone or the website. I haven't written for a long time, and I'm excited.
Please; bare with me as I get into the stride of things once more. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or it's characters. Just the OC.
"Do you always think we'll be like this?" The brunette haired boy asked the girl who closely resembled him, all apart from gender. The question grabbed her attention, making her shuffle herself slightly. She propped her elbows onto the floor and leaned her chin into her hands, knitting her brows together with a look of confusion and questioning. The book she had been reading seemingly now abandoned on the page she looked away from.
"Like what?" She couldn't help but ask. She was younger, she looked up to her brother for answers...why was he asking her questions? The question in her own voice was evident enough to show her confusion.
"...This?...Just the two of us?" He replied, never taking his eyes off the device in his hands. A small simple device, with nothing more coming from it than light. It reflected off his face, illuminating his eyes occasionally. There was so much question in those eyes. So much doubt...he carried so much in those eyes for his age. He's legs fidgeted slightly underneath her belly as she laid across them having made himself comfortable across his lap.
"...Why do you ask?" She pushed on. Of course, she always assumed it would be the two of them forever. How could it not? What could possibly separate them?
"We're growing up...we'll have our own things to do, jobs, family, kids...we won't be as close anymore." He went on, nodding his head slightly to the side occasionally as he spoke. The light from the device flashing more violently; he was in a fight. The younger girl knew he was playing a game now, the sudden tension in his hands on her back helped to indicate so.
"We're twins, we can't stay separated forever it'll be weird. Besides we're twelve. If we haven't parted by now it's just not happening." She explained to him, turning her face back to the book dismissing the idea of them ever parting. The boy sighed as his hands dropped slightly, the device now laying on her back. He leaned his head backwards, looking up to the ceiling. He was still deep in thought.
The rain struck harder against his skin as those memories played back in his mind. He teeth gritted and hands clenched tightly, his finger nails digging deep into his skin. He shivering but not from the cold or from the rain hitting his blue jacket or exposed skin.
"Then why did you leave?" He questioned the stone that stood in front of him. It didn't answer back, he wasn't expecting it to. He wanted to kick it, break it, do anything in his power that would make him feel better about the situation; but he knew he'd feel regret if he did. Instead, he just stared at the grey stone, reading the name over and over again. "Naguchi Ito. Twelve. Loving sister and daughter. Gone but not forgotten, forever in our hearts." The incense sticks laid against the glass bottle edge, there was no use lightening them now the rain would just put them out quickly.
It had been five years now and the pain he felt still did not ease. He was certain nobody knew what it felt like. They were close. They were twins after all. They had their own language, their own way of knowing when the other didn't feel right. They knew everything about each other. And then with what seemed like an instant she was gone. She wasn't ill, in fact she was the healthy one out the two of them. It was him who was ill with the heart condition. So...why did she suddenly drop dead? No one knew why. One minute she was fine, they were talking to each other happily in the school caught yard and then the next she just collapsed. Gone. Just like that.
The rain continued to hit his head violently as it just got heavier. He had to leave. School was starting soon, it was his last year he needed to go. He needed to keep trying for the both of them...for him now. Turning on his heel, the boy left the grave sight. He needed to get away. He could spend all day there, questioning and coming up with his own solutions to help ease his grief but he knew he couldn't. He sighed as he dug his hands into his blue trousers, hunching his shoulders. His brunette hair covered his brunette eyes, damp from the rain. That was, until it suddenly stopped.
He rose his eyebrows, the rain still continued to hit the ground around him so why not him? Turning his head, he looked at the familiar face. This person held a gentle smile, his own brows knitted in concern causing the brunette to stop and look at him as he held a blue umbrella over the top of them keeping them dry.
"It looked like you could do with help keeping dry." He spoke. The brunette sighed, his shoulders raising and falling as he did. The black haired boy continued watching him with the gentle smile.
"Come on you can come in with me, we'll both be late anyway but at least we'll be dry." He said to him nodding his head to the limo that has pulled up on the side walk. The brunette eyed it slightly before turning back to his friend.
"Is your brother in there too?" He couldn't help but question. That man was intimidating to say the least and the last thing he wanted right now was to be glared at by a man in a suit for getting the leather wet.
"Seto? No he went into work really early today. Do you think Roland would have pulled over if he was?" The boy said, smirking slightly at his brunette, soggy friend. The brunette couldn't help but smile slightly back at his friend, chuckling slightly at his sarcasm. He was a well balanced teenager, all things considering.
"I guess not, Mokuba. Lead the way then." The brunette said to him as Mokuba turned on his heels walking towards the limo. He had to keep his hair tied back, had to be neat for school. The brunette couldn't help but admit, it was always weird seeing him with his hair tied back.
"Thanks Roland, we'll see you later." Mokuba said to him, waving off the driver as he continued holding the umbrella over the top of them. The brunette waved at the driver who nodded his head at the two boys and drove away, being careful not the splash and drench them. The brunette turned his attention to the school, he could feel Mokuba watching him.
"You were visiting Ito today huh?" He asked as they began making their way to the class, taking their time. They were already late. The brunette nodded his head to his question, taking in a deep breath and then breathing out through his nose.
"Yeah...It's been five years...I just..." He said, trailing off. His friend remained quiet, knowing his brunette friend took it hard and hadn't been able to get over it.
"It'll get better Akira. I know it doesn't seem like it but it will." Mokuba comforted his friend as best he could. Akira sighed once more nodding his head. He knew Mokuba meant well, and was often very mature for his age. His brother made sure of that from what the brunette could gather. The two remained silent as they walked into the school building and changed into their indoor shoes. Nothing needed to be said between them; they had been friends for a long time now and knew how the other worked.
The day had gone by rather slowly for Akira. He and Mokuba had to wait after school, detention for being tardy. Akira couldn't help but feel bad for his friend; his brother had incredibly high standards and wouldn't let him get away with as much as he did back when he was younger. The two were put on cleaning duty, taking over another pair's turn for the day. Akira rubbed his forehead with his forearm, the feeling of his cold skin to his head being a nice one.
"Seto's going to kill you, you know that right?" Akira questioned Mokuba, who looked at him with his eyebrows raised slightly at his words. The black haired boy thought for a second, before shrugging his shoulders and picking up the bucket of dirty water.
"No he won't. He loves me too much." Mokuba said rather confidently and quite cocky too. Akira couldn't help but smile slightly as he followed the raven haired boy, tossing the mop over his shoulder as the pair made their way to the janitors closet to put their supplies back. There was just something about his raven haired friend that brightened up his day. The start to his life was not the greatest, and yet he was so full of life, confident, happy with his life of just him and his brother. How he didn't have a girlfriend yet Akira would never know he could only assume he wasn't looking right now. But this lad, Mokuba, was Akira's best friend in the school.
"Hey are you okay?" A voice asked that Akira had never heard before. Akira bought his head up from his knees as he looked up at the person who spoke. It was a boy with raven hair, it looked wild. He had to tie it back to make it neat for school. Akira couldn't speak, he just remained silent, his arms around his legs that pressed against his chest. He could feel his heart beat, it felt so out of control. The raven haired boy sat down in front of him, crossing his legs over one another; he didn't seem to care about his uniform getting dirty from the dirt that was underneath them.
"You're Akira right? We're in the same class! You seemed distracted today is everything okay?" He persuaded on. Akira couldn't help but let his face scrounge up. He felt like such a weak person. Crying in school, he was twelve dammit why couldn't he act like it! His head dropped back into his knees, he didn't want people to talk to; not right now. The raven haired boy however didn't judge him and instead just slid himself next to him. He remained quiet as Akira continued his sobs into his knees, eventually settling down and taking deep ragged breathes.
"Feeling better?" The boy asked not even looking at him. Akira nodded his head and wiped his eyes with his arm, a desperate attempt to dry his eyes.
"The sun's nice today huh?" The boy asked Akira, making the brunette look at him, his brows knitted together. The raven haired boy leaned back on his hands as he continued watching the sky. Akira remained silent as he just watched. This boy wasn't judging him for sobbing like a baby.
"I like the sun. Makes the day nicer...My names Mokuba by the way." He said, looking back at him with a calm and gentle smile. Akira remained silent as he turned his head up towards the sky, his brows staying knitted together as he watched the white fluffy clouds float gently across the blue sky. He could feel Mokuba was no longer watching him and instead turned his attention up to the sky as well. They just remained silent. That's all Akira needed. Mokuba didn't feel the need to go on with his questions, he felt the silence he received was enough to confirm his suspicions. Akira couldn't help but ask the sky in his mind why the raven haired boy was here speaking to him. Why was he so calm? Why wasn't he making fun of him for crying at school?...Did Ito send him?
"By the by, Seto's holding a tournament soon." Mokuba said he Akira opened the janitors closet, jogging the brunette from his own small daydream. Akira looked at the boy questionably, slightly confused as to why he bought this up. Maybe there was a sentence previous to this and he just didn't hear because of his daydream.
"So? I don't play, why would I care?" Akira said to him, watching Mokuba tip the water down the sink. He moved out of the way for his now confused friend so he could rinse out his mop.
"I wanted to know if you can help this time. It gets bigger and bigger every year and I can't keep up with it all... unless it'll...you know...affect your..." Mokuba said, getting awkward and trailing off his sentence. Akira stopped rinsing out his mop as he turned his head to look at Mokuba from over his shoulder. He knew exactly what he was getting at. The raven haired boy was afraid doing such a thing would affect Akira's heart; it's why he did things like the heavy lifting or anything that might possibly put strain on it. The brunette couldn't help but knit his brows together as he gave his friend a small smile.
"Affect my heart?" He asked, just to make sure. Mokuba nodded in reply remaining quiet. "Don't worry about it, I'll help out. It could be fun you know?" Akira said to him finishing up his job of rinsing out the mop. He stood it up against the corner, the fabric pointing to the floor as it dripped with water.
"Excellent! I'll let Seto know when we get back to mine." Mokuba said, turning on his heels rather quickly and walking out the closet. Akira watched him, knowing he had no choice in the matter but to follow the boy.
Of course, had this have been anyone else, Akira would have probably refused. The thought did scare him, being in a place full of duel monsters. The excitement of seeing the creatures being bought to life often got his heart bumping fast, so fast he almost fainted a couple of times. He could understand Mokuba's worry. At the same time, Akira didn't care today. Take the risk, what was the worse that could happen? Dying? He wasn't afraid of that; that just meant he could see his sister again quicker than expected. Given any other day he wouldn't have these dark thoughts; but today...today was the day these thoughts raised and Akira would be the first to admit, he needed help. It was also this day that Akira wanted to believe help was given to him.