Long goodbyes are the worst.
Dragging down emotions, tearing through with little to no mercy.
Long goodbyes are the worst.
There is nothing that could ever equal up to the pin of saying a goodbye to someone held dear. There is nothing quite as painful, not in my opinion. I cannot stand long goodbyes. I wasn't built for these things. I wasn't built for the pain of it. Yet it seems that I've been saying these goodbyes to everyone I hold dear to me.
My sister, gone off to America to live with our mother's family.
My best pal. Yug', gone off to tour the world and compete in dueling competitions.
My best bud. Honda, unable to find time for me with his new garage opening up, with his new life.
My best gal pal, Anzu, gone off to New York to become a dancer.
Each and every person I held close to my heart went and left me, each and every person I cared for had better things to be doing than to hang out with Jounouchi Katsuya. As though they never really cared. I had no room to complain, they were all chasing their dreams, dreams I didn't have. I stayed at home with my old man, working round the fucking clock with hardly a damn thing to do otherwise.
I was pitiful, really. I could understand why they left me behind. I didn't have the ability to move forward with my life. After high school ended, they all moved on, I continued to live in the past, hoping, praying, that someday I'd be able to get back to the good old times.
Yet it seemed that I wasn't the only person left holding onto Domino. It seemed that I wasn't the only person left behind by those he loved.
I was contacted by the younger Kaiba, after months of radio silence from everyone I once knew, I was called up by Kaiba Mokuba. She had little to talk about. Nothing much about herself, and she wasn't interested in how things were going for me, I doubt the thought ever crossed her mind. I doubt that anything about me even mattered to her. She was a good kid, I knew that much, but she was inconsiderate.
She only had her brother to talk about. Apparently she had left the country to study abroad, and to manage the new branch of KaibaCorp overseas. She had left her brother behind her. She begged me to check in on him, claimed that she worried for him. I knew she did, but something about me was bitter, something about me thought that she never would have left if she truly cared. She begged me to drop by, ensure her brother was eating properly as he was prone to get buried in his work and skip his meals, asked me to ensure that he went to bed sometime before he became a mess of exhaustion. He wasn't the best at taking care of himself, that's what she told me, and apparently Kaiba would no longer listen to Isono. I was the only person left that she knew. I was the only person left behind in Domino that once associated with Kaiba.
For some reason, she believed that he would listen to me over the guy he viewed as a father figure, for some reason she thought that throwing me into the mix would help.
I guess that it would. Throw in someone he held little to no respect for, show that said person was doing so much better than he was in the exact same situation, it could have a sobering effect on him. It could help.
I agreed, not for the fact that I actually gave a damn about Kaiba, or his health, but for the fact that I had nothing better to do in my free time, that and it could also help me feel so much better about myself if he truly was doing as badly as Mokuba had claimed. I'd feel so much better about my situation if I could see that dick doing so much worse. He had always been such a fucking prick, why would I care? Why should I care? Yeah, I didn't mind helping out, it would help me, give me shit to do when I wasn't working, so why the fuck not?
Why not help the fucker out? I had nothing better to be doing.