This is the first angst fic I have ever written, one-shot or not. I dunno, I guess I just felt like brotherly angst... very different from my usual array of humor.
Anything that goes on between Mokuba and Seto in this fanfic is purely brotherly, none of it is Yaoi.
Disclaimer: I don't own YuuGiOh.
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Behind Blue Eyes
'Click Click, Clack'.
The sound of the keyboard, the sound of never-ending labor was the only thing keeping Kaiba Seto's eyes open. He had never before felt so tired, but what did he expect? His actions were the cause and this was the consequence... but he couldn't sleep yet. He still had hours of work ahead of him, hours of work into the darkness.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
But then, something made him hesitate. Slowly, he lifted his exhausted fingers from the plastic keys. Perhaps it was the sound of soft breathing from behind him.
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
Seto turned in his swivel chair to see his little brother Mokuba, deep in slumber on his jade-green sofa, wrapped into a bundle in a large, crimson quilt. He hadn't even seen him enter...
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
His chest rose up and down as he slept, and his eyelids remained peacefully closed as Seto stared. Mokuba looked so small... so young and delicate as the dim light from the lamp on Seto's desk lit his soft features into light. So small... and inspiring so many unwanted memories from the depths of Seto's mind.
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do, and I blame you
Flashback:
"Seto!" A high-pitched voice called. "Nii-sama, lookie!" Seto raised his droopy, indigo eyes from the multitudes of schoolwork on the table to look into his young brother's silvery-aqua ones.
"Otouto... what are you doing up? It's f-four o' clock in the morning..."
"I made you something else, big brother, see?" The young boy shoved three small pieces of paper into his stiff hands.
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
Seto averted his puzzled gaze to the three pieces of paper... two of them looked like small scribbles, but then Seto detected the black crayon outlining something that looked like a lizard with wings... it was a dragon! Mokuba had colored him two more Blue Eyes White Dragon cards to match the one he had secretly delivered the night a few months ago. The third... it was similar to the other three Blue Eyes, except that it had three heads... a Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon!
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free.
"Mokuba..." Seto stared at the three slips of paper, and then lifted his blue gaze to Mokuba. For the first time in a long time, he reached out his arms and his small brother dove into them, crying his heart out. Seto held him, missing the old days more than he ever had since moving to this monster's household.
End Flashback
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies
That was the last time Mokuba had ever cried in front of him.
But now... now everything was different. His and Mokuba's relationship would never be the same. As Gozaburo had raised him, he had abused Mokuba's loyalty... and for some reason, this was the first time he ever regretted it... he was actually regretting something. Maybe, maybe his conscience was returning to him, after so long... he had achieved everything he wanted to for Mokuba. Maybe now he could finally be his little brother's friend again...
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
Seto reached down and brushed the strands of raven hair out of Mokuba's eyes.
"Otouto," he whispered gently. "Dream good dreams... when you wake up, I'll be here for you..."
Abruptly, Seto's head shot up. There was something on his eye... he reached up and wiped his eye with his knuckle, and brought it down to look. Water droplets glistened on his outstretched finger. In amazement, Seto felt even more dampness spill out of his eyes, running down his cheeks and sliding off his chin.
He was crying.
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.