What the Fuck?

A blur, a fast paced object fell to the earth, a sickening crunch, something was broken.

Seto kaiba, the man whom I had hated for so long had thrown himself from the school roof. He laid on the floor in a heap, tears streaming from his eyes, he was in pain. Quicker than I could have thought possible, my cellphone was out, people were gathering around. The ambulance was on the way.

A girl stood on the roof, looking down with what only could have been horror. Who was she? Had she tried to talk him down? She had failed, she had failed so horribly at it.

A few minutes later Seto Kaiba, my long time rival and enemy, was wheeled away on a gourney. Never before had I imagined it would come to this. Never before had he seemed depressed, never before did he seem the type to give up. He wasn't a weak person, he shouldn't have given in like this.

School was dismissed early that day, none of the teachers willing to deal with the drama, none of them willing to talk down the rumours which were already circulating.

At home I found myself stuck to my bed, unable to think of much more than the blur, than the moment that could have ended Seto Kaiba's life. My mind wandered as to what could have compelled him to jump. What could have made such a strong person cave? What could have made that man desperate enough to die?

What about Mokuba?

I found myself angry with him, angry with how he had been so easily able to leave his little brother, while the kid still depended on him, while he still had the choice to be with his brother. It made me hate him. I hated his weakness, whatever it had been. He had everything. How could a man with everything left to lose jump so easily? How could he leave behind the perfect life? How could he? He had made the decision, and whether or not it was easy didn't matter, he had still made it, and he had decided upon leaving us all behind.

Why did I care? Why should I care? He was an ass, if he wanted to die I should have just let him die. I had been the one to call the ambulance, but surely that would only serve to make him hate me, surely that would be another mistake in his eyes.

Maybe some people didn't deserve to be saved?

The day went by with little to nothing to do, I didn't bother contacting my friends, all they would wish to talk about was Kaiba, his "incident". It wasn't something I was up to, wasn't something I was willing to sit through, I didn't need to hear anything else, I didn't need to hear about their pity, about how they wished him the best. None of them seemed to understand that he wished to die, that I had fucked up his plans.

None of them understood where he was.

I didn't much doubt that he would try it again, once someone gets it into their mind that they wish to die, there is no getting it out, people will try and try again until they succeed.

That isn't someone Mokuba should have to deal with.

I wouldn't doubt the court systems if they finally took that kid away from his brother, but with Kaiba's influence in the court systems, he would most likely get away with any sort of action, and even if he did lose, he'd hire some guy to adopt his little brother, that sounded like Kaiba.

After a few days passed, they finally allowed Kaiba visitors. Mokuba begged us to go with him to see his brother. How could we refuse? The kid was being forced to face his suicidal elder brother for the first time in over seventy-two hours. Who would want to go alone?

We stopped by the giftshop on the way there, everyone was convinced that Kaiba deserved some sort of present for what he'd been through. I wasn't, but I was talked into getting him some chocolates. Hopefully the dopamine in the candy treat would make him happier, keep him from trying shit while his little brother was around.

When we got to his room, that same girl from the roof was standing there next to him. She must have been concerned, must have felt guilty because she was unable to keep him from taking that leap.

A smile was on her face, that didn't look like guilt.

There were casts on both of Kaiba's legs, his right arm, and his neck. He had been badly injured in his "incident", but who wouldn't be? With how far he had fallen, it wasn't all that much of a shock. What was surprising was that he didn't die, he usually succeeded in everything. figures the one thing he couldn't do right was die.

Mokuba rushed to his brother's side, ignored the girl who stood next to his brother. He hesitated in throwing his arms around his injured brother's neck, he didn't wish to hurt the prick.

"Nii-san!"

The tears that spread over her cheeks were evident in her voice.

"I'm sorry,"

That was all he had said in response, nothing more. No "to have worried you," no "for trying to end my life," no "for forgetting about you," nothing. He didn't dare voice why he was sorry, otherwise that would confirm all of our thoughts, that would confirm how weak he really was, and he didn't want that. I tossed the chocolates to the foot of his bed, decided I'd help the guy out again. If he hated me now, he'd sure as hell despise me soon enough.

"Jees, it's pretty damn dreary in here, why don't you open the curtains er something?"

The distraction was well recieved by Mokuba, neither of them wanted to talk about what Kaiba had done, no one did. Not even me. The kid opened the curtains, shed light into the room.

All the while we were there with Kaiba, that girl said, she didn't say a word, but she played with Kaiba's hair, poked him, did all these things I had never seen anyone else do to him. It made her a suspicious character, but what would I know? She had tried to talk him down, maybe he had just felt grateful to her, maybe he was glad to see that someone other than his brother and his own egotistical self, gave a single shit about him.

We went every other day to see him while he was in the hospital, and every time we were there, she was as well, it made one wonder how much free time a girl could possibly have.