Chapter One: Alone With My Thoughts
As you all know none of these characters are mine. I have no written in a long while so please be kind and gentle with reviews. Thanks and enjoy! This is a Seto and Mokuba story with all the other slowly entering the story later Enjoy!
Seto Kaiba had never felt so empty before. Losing to Yugi had caused him to doubt himself. His plan had been flawless. How had he lost again? You duel alone was the answer that Yugi had given him. He believed that his bound with his friends strengthen him. It was their belief and friendship that had allowed him to win. Seto was not convinced by Yugi's words. Than that dumb punk had challenged him and of course lost. Kaiba might have lost to Yugi but there was no way he would be beat by a loser like Joey Wheeler. Nothing made sense anymore was he really that alone. Perhaps Wheeler had been right. The hurt look on Mokuba's face when he told Wheeler that he needed no one.
Joeys words "Mokuba, you hear that your brother says he needs no one. How does that make you feel?" The look on his brother's face, kept slithering it's way into his every waking moment. Mokuba who believed in him and always stood up for him. Even when he knew he did not deserve such kindness. Finally learned the truth about his older brother. How truly selfish and worthless his brother could be. Seto wondered when the change had taken place. When he had turned his back from his role as loving brother. To become a cold hearted jerk. Who never thought of the full weight his words carried? Still even after all of the things he and his brother had been through. Seto knew that he did not deserve to have Mokuba. He was worth nothing without his brother. He knew the only reason he lived was to care for his brother. If he ever lost Mokuba he would lose the only friend and family he had. No one else cared for the cold-hearted teen.
Seto went back and forth across the dark blue carpet in his office, from window to window. Stopping only to turn around after running out of room to walk. He stopped suddenly when he saw the picture of Mokuba and him. Mokuba was on his shoulders with a goofy grin across his face. Seto also was smiling a forced smile to please his younger brother. It had taken the younger Kaiba brother almost an hour to talk the elder into smiling. As well as three rolls of film filled with photos of the elder Kaiba glaring at the younger. To produce the photo that now sat at his desk.
Mokuba deserved so much better than him. Things would be better if he was no longer alive. What was his purpose in life? Seto felt empty. The large house, millions or dollars and the respect of the world's most powerful men. Nothing held any meaning any longer. Empty just like his stomach that now growled demanding to be feed. Seto collapsed into the chair behind his marble desk. Leaning back in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose Seto breathed deeply. Trying to gather his thoughts into a logical order of some kind. But his mind felt foggy and try as he might to force it to work it would not.