Assassinate My Heart
By: Jensea
Warning: May be rated NC-17 in later chapters for lemon goodness!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! But Nephtyri belongs to be and several new characters belong to either myself, or my friends. Standards apply.
Authoress's note: This story takes place in medieval Europe, but I will be portraying it with a little more fantasy than it really was. Also, the plot doesn't really revolve around Duelists of the Roses except for the fact that Kaiba and Yami Yuugi are on opposing sides. Several couples have also already been predetermined.
Prologue
Boom! Crack! Rumble, rumble, rumble…
He sighed, his eyes taking in the dark clouds that crowded over the lonely cemetery. The funeral had been over a week ago and still the rain remained, reminding him of the sorrow that pulled at his heart. Glancing down at the two tombstones just barely a few inches away from his small feet, he felt drops of tears fall from his youthful face, joining the pelting rain that ran over his skin.
Why did they have to go? Why, why when he felt he needed them most? His small legs giving out, he fell to his knees, violet-blue eyes sobbing in heart shattering pain. "Momma… Papa!" He wailed, hugging his sides tightly, his long, black hair falling into his face as his tears fell to the ground.
The storm beat down upon the child harder, soaking through his cloak and then moving on through his rich, warm clothes within minutes. He cared not, however. The cold couldn't even begin to match the emptiness that knifed his heart time and time again. They had been the only ones left… The only ones left besides his brother to protect him, to run the estate, and, most of all, to be his family.
He knew that no matter how hard he cried or no matter how much he prayed, begged, and pleaded to the heavens, his parents were never coming back. But, that couldn't even begin to soothe the sorrow that ripped the child into shreds.
His tears soon subsided, not from the sorrow disappearing, but rather from his eyes becoming too dry to produce more. Huddled under his wet cloak, he watched the tombstones as the rains slowed, only to begin pouring against him ruthlessly moments later. He didn't mind. It only suited how he felt: alone and lost.
Ignoring the sudden sound of hooves in the distance, his eyes closed, his tears refueling with the rains. He should have known it wouldn't have been too long before he was found.
"Mokuba! Mokuba, where are you!" The voice was stern, but frantic. Glancing towards the horse that raced through the cemetery gates, he tried to hide more into his cloak, but knew by the approaching sound of galloping feet, no matter how hard he tried, the cloak wouldn't shield him from his brother's temper. True, he had been testing it the last few days with his continuous escapes to the graveyard from the estate, but this was the first time his brother had personally come after him.
Within moments, he felt strong, warm arms hug him tight, a second cloak shielding him from the pelting drops. "Thank god…." He sighed in relief before making his younger brother look at him, a slight hint of anger in his blue eyes. "What did I tell you about coming out here like this? You're going to catch your death of cold, Mokuba!"
He broke then, sobbing relentlessly into his brother's chest, clinging to his much taller form. "I couldn't take it, Seto! I just had to be near them, I just had to!"
Sighing, he pulled Mokuba from the mud and into his lap, cradling the boy as if he were a baby again. Even though he would never let it show, Seto, better known the eldest son to late Lord and Lady Rosenkruez, that he missed his parents just as dearly as his child brother did. But, with their parents death came the need for the heir to take over the estate, meaning that within the next passing weeks, he would be named Lord Rosenkruez. The thought almost mad him laugh. He was barely seventeen!
Shaking off the thought, he returned to soothing the lightly sobbing sprite in his arms. Removing his cloak and wrapping the child in its warmth, he stood, taking to his horse with the child. "It's going to be okay, Mokuba… Come. Let's get back to the house before you get sick and -"
"But, I want to be here!" He wailed, clinging to his brother.
"Shhh, calm down, calm down." Seto whispered, hugging the child tightly. "Listen to me… Let's wait for the rains to die down, for the storms to go away, and I promise, if you stop running off, I'll bring you here whenever you wish."
"Promise?" Mokuba lifted his eyes, glancing up at his brother.
Smiling, he nodded, giving the boy another warming hug. "Upon every white rose, I promise."