Kaiba hadn't been the same since the loss of his brother, Mokuba.

It had been a month since Mokuba lost his long fight and died in his hospital bed, he was beginning to show signs that his health was improving. 'There is no way in hell' Kaiba thought, clenching his fists white. "This isn't real…" he continued aloud, walking down the path that yellowed in the light of the setting sun. The view over the ocean, one he had watched over many a time before to calm his mind, now unable to stop his whirling thoughts, his memories. Kaiba could only feel deep sorrow and regret as if the loss of his brother was his fault. He cursed and blamed himself over and over, his fists slammed against the railing by the sand.

"Big brother, Please don't be sad" the voice echoed into his mind, but tears still fell down his cheeks. Kaiba's back hunched over tightly and with each hic and raise of his back, his stomach muscles tightened in agony, letting out the tears he had held in these past weeks. "I can't!" he yelled out to the horizon.

The flashing memories of Mokuba falling to the floor as Kaiba's legs began to move on their own. Mokuba crying in his bed, the sobbing sounds that echoed through the halls of the hospital. The pain of watching your only true blood, the only connection Kaiba had to a real family, laying dead in a casket. Laying there, never waking again, sinking deep into the earth never to be seen again. His cracking voice to never be heard again. Kaiba ran as fast as his legs could take him, beyond the path and through the sand until he reached a halt at the sea cliff.

His mind, his thoughts, cleared by the calm and quiet of the world. The setting sun and dead of the calming ocean reflecting that of Mokuba. It all reminded Kaiba of his brother, never again would he go a day without seeing the jagged hair of Mokuba in every bush, tree, karibo. His world no longer contained the body of Mokuba but still somehow maintained his image and it hurt Kaiba more than any loss of duel monsters, any loss of anyone else in his life that he had experienced or would ever experience.

'I have nothing left', Kaiba reflected, looking down at his distant reflection swaying calmly over the sea water.

Click. Kaiba's hands brushed lightly against his duel disk, sliding the other arm out. "I don't need you where I'm going" he said with a faint smile that reflected his fond memories with the game and the cards he now held in his hand. Refusing to take a final look amongst the cards, refusing to look in the blue eyes of his beloved dragon and accepting that they and him would part forever, he lay them down beside him. "Find a new home." he said aloud.

Kaiba's legs backed themselves down the cliff before he let out a loud roar. A roar of pain, of hurt, of loss and a roar that he could feel deep in his throat painfully scratching, the taste of iron as his voice screeched in a beg for help. Step. Mokuba will never come back. Step. He died, he's dead. Step. And so will I. Step.

The ocean grew closer, the silence, long and harsh. Kaiba could no longer hear his scream, the adrenaline taking over all his senses. A white noise played in his mind until... He felt a pull against his back, opening his eyes the fall was slow. His coat had caught wind during his fall, he found his body gliding across the sky. His impeccable fashion sense had failed him and his plans once more. He pulled at the cape of his coat, speeding him forward but he knew damn well, this was a fall he would survive and regret.

Splash

His coat soaked the water like a sponge, sinking him deep into the ocean. His arms struggled, hands grabbing as if there were something to latch but his body still sank deeper and deeper. The rays of bleeding crimson light fluttered in his vision, he knew the sunset was beautiful despite his eyes closing slowly, air tightening in his chest and through his throat until he was no more. Kaiba fell slowly into a calmer physical state, his arms gave up their struggle for freedom, his mind washed over, blank of all the pain he had been worrying about moments ago. Nothing was in his mind, why was he so sad? Why did he want the embrace of death to wrap him up and seal his soul away forever? He no longer knew but what he did know is that he was now at peace, the world will see another tomorrow without him and he was ok with that.