As Summer Was Just Beginning
By: The Raw Onion
Cool sunlight poured into Mokuba Kaiba's bedroom. Unfortunately, he did not want to wake up. It was the last day of school, though, so this would be the last time in three months that he would have to be up at six-thirty in the morning.
Mokuba stretched. He hit the button on his alarm with all his might and it stopped beeping immediately.
The elder Kaiba brother, Seto, entered the room.
"Wake up, kiddo; I have to be to work in fifteen minutes. If you want to get a ride to school, I suggest actually getting out of bed," Seto said coolly, barely even looking at his beloved younger brother.
Mokuba slid out of bed and nodded. His brother turned and swept out of the bedroom, leaving Mokuba to get dressed. As the younger brother did so, he thought about his brother's recently odd behavior.
'Why doesn't he ever come in here anymore? He just…tells me to wake up and leaves.'
Mokuba remembered that, just a few weeks ago, Seto would come in, sit on the bed, and gently wake him up. He didn't even have to set the irritating alarm.
By then he was dressed, so he left the room and hurried down the hall, and there was Seto, waiting impatiently at the front door.
"Ready?"
Mokuba shook his head.
"I haven't eaten yet."
Seto's eyes hardened. "I'm in a rush, Mokuba. Hurry."
So Mokuba rushed into the kitchen, but couldn't find anything to eat. He rushed back out and shrugged.
"All right. Let's go."
Mokuba nodded. He was surprised when his brother took his own car, instead of calling the chauffeur. It was a good thing, though. Maybe he could ask Seto what was going on.
They drove in apprehensive silence for awhile. Finally, Mokuba turned to his brother as he pulled into the school's parking lot.
"Seto, can I ask you a question?"
The elder Kaiba brother sighed inwardly and glanced at his watch.
"Make it quick."
"What's wrong?" Mokuba simply blurted out, tears filling his pleading eyes.
Kaiba slowly turned to Mokuba. He narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't have time for this, Mokuba."
"But, Seto, you're always…angry…and-and…"
"Hurry up, Mokuba!" Seto cut him off, as he lost his patience, although he didn't sound as quite as annoyed as before. "You'll be late!"
Mokuba became livid. He stared at the brother who used to care so much about him, his eyes filled with hate and betrayal, not to mention angry tears, and then he grabbed his stuff and left, slamming the door behind him.
Seto leaned back in the driver's seat, rubbing his temples.
'If Mokuba only knew.'
That was Seto Kaiba's last and only thought before speeding out of the elementary school parking lot.
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Mokuba was in class before anyone else. He'd reached school at seven o' clock; class didn't start until seven-thirty. By now it was ten after, and Mokuba's best friend, a pretty little girl named Ashley Carson, entered the classroom.
Ashley approached Mokuba, whose head was in his arms.
"What's wrong, Mokuba?" she asked.
He looked up and shook his head, but she didn't leave. He simply became teary again and burrowed into his arms. Ashley bit her lip and whispered, "Is your brother okay?"
Mokuba shed the tears, head still in arms.
The girl heard the sniffles, and she put both her arms around the distressed boy and laid her head on his shaking shoulders.
Mokuba allowed her to do this, because he hadn't been touched for a few weeks.
Not since Seto changed.