Hey I know that I don't ever update anything anymore so it doesn't make sense that I would be starting something else, but I had this idea so I'm gonna start this and I promise if you happen to read my other stories then I will be updating after this week, since I have a lot of crap going on! Well no more of me :) Hope you enjoy, and as you know anyone who you recognize is not mine and I don't own any right to them same as the rest of you, unless you happen to be the writer, which would be cool, but anyways...
Click. Stop, stare. It really was getting to late. Seto looked at the corner of his screen, correction its to early. Two am was not an uncommon time for him to find himself still working, but he knew that he was supposed to be at a meeting downtown at six thirty, so a little sleep would most likely be in order. He stretched long arms over his head rolling his neck, which popped gratefully with each bend. Seto had always found that extremely early morning was the best time to get work done, one of the few things that he and other people his age had in common, though unlike most of them he was never doing work at the last minute. He looked over the program he was reworking, the prototype wasn't due out for another month, but he had long since finished anything more pressing and decided to get a head start on it.
Two am. He scanned the dark room, why did he feel like he was forgetting something? A feeling Seto didn't experience very often, he racked his brain for why he felt that way when the items he had stashed away in his closet came to mind. Mokuba's birthday was the next morning. He would have of course remembered when he woken up, but that would have broken tradition. He slide back in his swivel chair, moving through the dark room with ease as he had long since memorized the lay out. The hallways were dimmer then normal with only floor lights so that one would be able to find the stairs and doors. Seto descended to the second floor where the bedrooms lay. Only one room was lite, and he knew from years of walking past that this was his younger brother's room.
Their first week in this house had been Mokuba's birthday. Turning five years old had been a big deal to him before they became Kaiba's. Their stepfather didn't believe in such frivolous things as birthdays, a fact which he made all to clear to his youngest son. Mokuba had never really liked his birthday very much, as it was the anniversary of their mother's death as well, so for someone to find a way to make him dread it even more was so horrible that only Gozabura Kaiba could manage it.
Eighteen year old Seto recalled sneaking as stealthily as possible into his brother's room when he knew their stepfather would believe them both asleep. He pushed the door opened. It was the same room, even some of the same things, and though Mokuba would be thirteen years old the light was still on. He crossed the room, blinking the light which seemed excessively bright in contrast to the dim halls. The younger boy was laying in a ball on the far side of the bed, not uncommon for him though he would have moved to the other side by the time he woke, the child was never able to stay still while he slept. Seto sank onto the down comforter and lay next to his brother.
"Happy birthday kiddo." He kissed the boy's long dark hair and curled into him. Why did their life have to be so hard? His little brother deserved to have a normal life, a normal family...He hugged Mokuba close to him. "If I could get you anything for your birthday, I would give you the life you always deserved." Though that could never happen, I wish, for him it could, Seto though as he slipped slowly into sleep.
He stretched his arms up as he heard the buzz of an alarm sound through his room. But no, that wasn't right Mokuba's alarm clock rang a bell, not like this at all, but hadn't he fallen asleep in his younger brother's room? He felt next to him, eyes still closed, to find nothing but the edge of a bed. That was wrong to, how could he feel both sides of the bed from one spot, surely Mokuba's bed was to big for that, as well as the fact that his younger brother had never woken up before him! Seto shot up quickly as the facts began to settle in, eyes now opened he made a shocking discovery. The small room was immaculately clean, books line the shelves and a computer sat on the desk against the far wall. There were awards and other certificates lining the rest of the room, though other then that the white walls and beige carpet bore only the little character that suburban homes proved. Where in the world am I! He thought, throwing back the plain blanket and stepping off the twin bed. The clock radio alarm still buzzed through the room, though he payed it no heed how did he get here? The obvious explanation was that he had been brought here without his knowledge, which would mean a kidnapping. But most importantly where was Mokuba!
Ignoring the fact that he was wearing blue pajama bottoms (which he had never seen) and nothing else, he darted out of the room. The hallway was just as bland as the room had been, other then some framed pictures it was completely empty.
"Mokuba!" There were a few other doors lining the hall, all closed, what kind of kidnapper was this person to bring them somewhere that he could get out of so easily? Or maybe only he could get out, as the though crossed his mind he scanned the doors again, his baby brother had to be here somewhere! "Mokuba if you can hear me answer me please!"
"What the fuck are yelling about!" Seto turned quickly at the sound of his brother's voice. Mokuba was leaning out of a door not far from his own, black hair tousled with sleep causing it to fall over his almost closed eyes.
"We have to get out of here! And don't curse." He said moving towards his younger brother in case the people who brought them here was listening. Mokuba raised an eyebrow, grey eyes scanned the hallway.
"Seto what time is it?" What kind of question was that? Why wasn't he in any way concerned that he was not in their house? He thought back to the alarm clock, though he had looked at it only briefly he had of course taken in what it said.
"Seven am. Are you alright?" He said noticing the expression that had just crossed his brother's face. Mokuba rolled his eyes, then with a pained look.
"Yeah I'm amazing Seto, I love being woken up for no reason, its Saturday you know that right?"
"Yes of course." What did that have to with any of this! "Mokuba are comprehending the severity of our situation?" This time Mokuba actually laughed, a cynical and bitter laugh.
"Yeah I am, having you as an older brother would make anyone wanna escape, but sadly thats not an option." What! Seto stepped back, though he was insulted by others often he had never heard his little brother say anything like that, it hurt much more then any other he had ever received.
"Boys are you up?" A voice called from the bottom of the stairs. Seto felt a strange sense of sadness, he knew that voice, but had long since blocked out it calling him, the thought had only caused him pain.
"Yeah your genius is freaking out at me!"
"Be nice you two, no fighting!" The voice shot back. Seto walked towards that stairs, away from his little brother's mocking. He descended hesitantly, for some reason he feared what he was about to see. A woman sat in the dining room at the bottom of the stairs. Her long black hair pulled into a loose ponytail which still seemed to fall into her slanted blue eyes. She was obviously fairly young, Seto knew she had been only just sixteen when her oldest child was born. She looked up from the magazine she was flipping through and smiled at him. Seto heart clenched, he had missed that smile for thirteen long years. It dropped as she looked him over.
"Seto whats honey, are you okay?" She stood from the table and walked to the taller boy. There were so many things he wanted to do, to say, but yet he couldn't figure out how to act on them. He shook his head lightly.
"No..no its nothing mom."
So thats the beginning chapter, tell me if you think it would be worth continuing!
