In Sanity
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Edits are being made. 6/17/13
Ch1. - Life
He sat there blankly looking into the air, seemingly lost in his mind. The young male blinked from time to time. Other than that, he showed no response to any of the attempts made by those around him. Those eyes, those dark dull blue eyes were missing the one thing yearned by their owner more than anything else life.
Of course, he technically lived, but for years he was never truly alive. Going through each day, while being numb on the inside, the only thing that offered any shred of hope to him was the love given to him unconditionally by his younger brother. In those short-lived joyful moments, he thought that feeling in their time together is what life was. Alas, it was nothing he was meant to know. Savoring every taste he got of it because life, you see, was scarce.
For now, Seto sat in his place waiting for another chance to taste the sweet nectar only one person can provide to him. He had no reason to speak to any others; they didn't have what he wanted, what he needed to continue about living in the dull, cold world he wandered. They were useless. Worst of all, they had no clue how useless they were. It made it him sick to the core. He let them babble and try to reach for his attention, only to reject everything they did. He hadn't even looked to see who they were, they were nothing other than blobs that pestered him or at the least tried.
He blinked, shifting his eyes slowly across the air still at nothing; nothing was more interesting than them. A soft breath escaped the small gap created between his lips. How long does he have to wait until the next dose of life? How long had he'd been waiting? He wasn't sure; he didn't care, and it was well worth the wait. Even if it meant he'd have to wait forever.
"Seto!" The small boy called to him, "Seto! Come here!" The child gestured at the tall male in the distance. Seto nodded walking closer to his younger brother but with a faster pace than before.
"What is it, Mokuba?" He asked in his normal impassive tone.
Though, he wanted to have more excitement in his voice, he didn't know how to do that anymore. Emotions were a sign of weakness. Weakness meant defeat. Defeat was unacceptable. This is what he was taught, and those lessons drilled into his brain, creating unbreakable habits he secretly hated.
Anger was different; anger instilled fear. Anger was acceptable; it brought hate. Hate gave bitterness and harshness. The combination of those elements created a weapon essential to him, a weapon no other can possess but him, a glare that froze those around him, forcing them to bend to his will.
His eyes glanced down at what his brother had been so focused on, a small black bird lying in a hole just its size in the ground. He looked at it, then at Mokuba, who bent down, scoping it up in his hands.
"It's hurt, Seto." He said, sounding rather saddened by the bird's condition.
"I think its wing is broken." He softly rubbed at its head with a gentle finger, letting it know it was safe.
The animal barely reacting much, it didn't peck at his hand at all nor struggle. Seto wondered why. It was pointless of him to try, but he searched for a logical explanation for it. In the back of his mind, he knew his brother owned the essence of peacefulness. That's why the bird saw no reason to panic and attack. This reason would be labeled idiotic. It was illogical, at least that is what he would be told.
"Can we take him home, big brother?" The sudden question snapped him out of his thoughts. Seto blinked, "Yeah sure." He replied, uncertain of what he had just agreed to.
Mokuba smiled happily, hugging Seto's legs with his free arm.
"Thank you, big brother! I promise to take very good care of it!" Mokuba exclaimed with utter happiness.
By the time Seto realized what had said, it was too late to say otherwise. He looked down at Mokuba and sighed softly, his lips tugging softly at the corners threatening to rise.
"All right, Mokuba." Seto spoke with a nod, "Now let's go home." Mokuba gave his brother's legs one last hug, giving him the rejuvenating life he needed.
Walking out of the park, Mokuba tenderly held the bird in one hand and his brother's hand in the other. The walk was so peaceful, so loving, Seto had forgotten about everything that ever worried him.
A distinct noise caught his ear, the murmuring between the blobs. Their voices too distorted to make out actual words. They seemed to have given up, for now. Their presence fading softly as they dissipated into the blackness. His eyes caught but one thing : a whiteness that left with them. White? He thought. Who wears white?