His head was in his hands, his shoulders shook, his fingers found themselves being pressed into his forehead and his thumbs into his cheekbones, his back was hunched, legs weak and trembling.

"No…"

The quiet voice of Mokuba made every last sense of composure he had left disappear as he felt himself tumbling to the ground, his knees collapsing under him and slamming against the cold floor.

"You're wrong."

The defiance he heard in the boys voice made him smile slightly as he though of him but it was soon wiped off when he realized what was happening around him.

"You're lying to me!"

He knew he should say something, maybe reach out and hug Mokuba, but he could barely find the strength to pull his head out of his hands, let alone reach out and pull him in for a tight embrace.

"How could you!"

Lifting his head out of his hands, his eyes gaining that redness, he stared at the young boy looking up at the doctors with tears streaming out of grayish purple eyes. His heart broke even more then, feeling despair take over.

"STOP LYING TO ME!"

Mokuba was in hysterics now, and he could do nothing but sit and watch as the boy fell apart. His arms twitched, and his fingers tingled with the urge to reach out and bring the boy to him, an urge he so wanted to acknowledge.

"He… he can't… no…"

Without waiting another moment, he reached out and dragged both himself and Mokuba towards each other across the slick ground. He wrapped his arms around him, stroking the boys long hair as he began crying, soaking his shirt.

"They're wrong…"

The hysterical whispers came like a flood, making him flinch at Mokuba's desperation. He buried his head into Mokuba's soft locks, trying not to cry.

"He's not gone."

The dam broke. Tears gushed out of his eyes and his sobs split the air, making everyone jump slightly, not expecting the sudden break. But he didn't care as he cried, trying so hard to continue comforting Mokuba at the same time.

"It's o-okay…"

It was wrong for Mokuba to be comforting him of all people, so instead of listening he pulled the boy back into his lap, much like he'd done to him so many times, and continued to hug the boy, seeking out comfort.

"He's-"

He so badly wanted to scream out 'gone'. Anything to get the boy to shut up. Anything to distract him for the barest of seconds. Anything. His heart was tearing in two, and thinking about that just made him cry even more. It took only a few moments for Mokuba to join him, falling quiet and snuggling into him to soak his shirt more.

"J-Joey?"

He raised his head at his name, staring down at the boy who was whispering more words into his chest.

"I'm scared."

Turning his head, he stared over at the hospital door, behind it lying the lifeless body of him.

"I know."

His own voice was cracked, dry, raspy and rough. He choked back another sob before looking down at the bundle in his arms, knowing it was up to him to look after Mokuba now.

"We're truly sorry for your loss Mr Kaiba, and Mokuba."

The name of him, his husband, shot spikes into his heart and he felt those walls that he had never wanted him to have shoot up. He could only raise his head and give the sincere doctors an emotionless stare as everything he once was, who he was, was stripped away from him.

"I am too."

His eyes slid shut after forcing those words past his lips, and he buried his head back into Mokuba's hair, breathing in the smell of the shampoo that both him and his brother used.

Seto… no..

Just a small drabble, nothing too big :) In case you didn't understand, Seto has died from an accident of some sort, like a car crash or he's been shot or something, and Joey, his husband, has to deal with that and Mokuba's grieving.