Two kinds of Scars
Disclaimer: I don't own yugioh
A/N: this fan fiction is inspired by a fic I read when I was ten. I am seventeen now and have since given up my quest to find it. I wish I could find it but because I can't I will write this tribute and hope it does the original author justice. Comments and critics are loved and welcome and I hope you enjoy this story.
Chapter one
The alarm goes at five in the morning and it always makes Mokuba Kaiba sad. He never uses to need an alarm, Seto use to wake him up in the morning. But that has long since ended along with it so did eating breakfast together and driving to school together.
It feels like he never gets to see his brother anymore…no…it's not a feeling it's the truth. Mokuba can't remember the last time he held a full conversation with his big brother. Seto isn't home enough to have a real conversation.
Mokuba kicks the covers of his king sized bed off and rolls out of bed with a groan. His head has been pounding for three days strait. He had asked his brother if he could stay home for a day but his brother had given a curt no. he didn't offer medication to help or a good word to make his younger brother feel better, just a no.
Before Mokuba would have disregarded his brother's behavior as being busy. But that when Mokuba was his devoted little fan. Now the fourteen year old came to the conclusion his brother just didn't care. He makes his way to the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror.
Dark lines have formed under the younger Kaiba's eye and his hair has grown over most of his face. He's a bit too thin as of late because he hasn't been eating right for months. Mokuba frowns before picking up a random shirt from the bathroom floor. It's a long sleeve slipknot t-shirt (random tribute to author). At first he only listened to the music to get Seto's attention but the angry music fit his mood lately. He grabs a pair of tattered blue jeans and leaves the bathroom.
Mokuba doesn't bother with breakfast or calling one of the many cars or limos, he walks everyday now, even a day when it's pouring rain. A day like today. Mokuba grabs his jacket and pulls the hood up before leaving the mansion.
Outside the younger Kaiba is soaked in three seconds but he walks on anyways. He'll probably get sick but even if he does him doubts his brother will notice especially with a new torment coming up.
"GOD DAMN ITCAN'T YOU DO A DAMN THING RIGHT," Seto Kaiba screams at the top of his lungs. When he screams like that even John Kramer would cower (for those who don't know John Kramer is the jigsaw killer in saw) so it all but reduced his sectary to tears.
"I-I'm sorry Mr. Kaiba," she whimpers trying to pick up the piles of paper she dropped.
"SORRY DOESN'T CHANGED THE FACT THAT I MISSED MY MEETING BECAUSE YOU CAN'T WRITE A DAMN TIME CORRECTLY," his rage fumes and his glare rivals the power of the blue eyes white dragon. "YOU'RE FIRED NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!"
The poor woman scrambles out of the you CEO's office. Kaiba slams his hand down on his desk. Was he the only competent human on the face of the earth? This new tournament has his work piled high and these idiots aren't making things easier.
"I swear to god the next thing to piss me off I'm gonna kill…
Mokuba sits in the back of his math class. He has long since abandoned paying attention because advanced trigonometry is just beyond him. He only took the class to make Seto proud but it soon overwhelmed him.
'Of course that would happen though' Mokuba thinks miserably. 'I'm not a genius like Seto...I'm just a screw up. He would understand this without having to think. Well maybe I'd get it too if he'd help me'
Mokuba is pulled from his thought by the sound of the bell. Slowly he gets up and walks towards the door.
"Mokuba I need to talk to you about something," Mokuba jumps when he hears his teacher address him. He makes his way to her desk where she hands him a piece of paper. The paper is full of red X's and on big 52% written on it. He frowns.
"Mokuba this is your last test," the teacher says. "And the two before it werejust as bad."
"I'm sorry," Mokuba says but he doesn't mean it.
"Mokuba I'm going to have to call your brother," the teacher says. Mokuba turns and walks way.
"Go ahead," he mutters. "He won't care."