FOREVER
Mokuba walked down the hall. He couldn't take it anymore. The pain was killing him. Since Seto had left, there had been nothing. Only emptiness, increasing every day. Mokuba didn't really know where he was anymore. He just knew that he was alone. No matter how many people were around him, he knew he was alone. That he would always be alone. No one could fill the longing, the pain he felt every day as memories of him and Seto flashed through his head. Everything reminded him of Seto, from the chair where Seto had sat with him and watched the thunderstorm, just so he wouldn't be afraid, to the chair where Seto always used to sit and read him a bedtime story. Sometimes he would think he saw Seto when he was walking down the street, or in a passing car as he was riding his bike. It was never him. Sometimes, on cold days, Mokuba even thought he could feel his brother's warm arms wrap around him, encasing him in a sanctuary, away from the world. He walked to the end of the hall. This was the last place he had seen Seto. He walked inside and sat on the chair he had seen Seto laying in, his arm covered in blood. He began to cry as he sat down and took out the knife. The same knife that he had seen laying in Seto's limp hand that day. He barely traced it across his skin. He knew he couldn't do it. Seto would want him to go on living. He KNEW it was what Seto would have wanted. He didn't even know if Seto WAS dead. Whenever he had asked, the reply had always been, "I'm sorry, but I'm not authorized to report Mr. Kaiba's condition at this time."
But then again, if Seto were alive, he wouldn't hide it from Mokuba. He had to be dead… but he would still want Mokuba to live. Warm tears continued to run down Mokuba's face. The fact was, Seto hadn't cared what Mokuba had wanted. Seto hadn't thought, hadn't cared that he would be the one to find him.
His eyes were totally focused on the knife as he raised it, ready to finally go and be with his brother forever.
Suddenly, he heard a voice, "Mokuba! What are you doing?!?"
Mokuba dropped the knife in shock, as he looked up into those clear, blue eyes. The blue eyes that he had been longing to see for weeks now.
Suddenly, Seto bent down and wrapped Mokuba in his arms. "Mokuba," Seto said, a tone in his voice that Mokuba had never heard before, "I'm so sorry. I…"
Suddenly, Mokuba saw that Seto was doing something Mokuba had never seen him do before in his entire life.
Seto felt it, a single stream of water running down his cheek.
Quickly he brushed it away, and stared rigidly at Mokuba. "I'm sorry," he said, "I couldn't control…"
"No!" Mokuba said, "Don't be sorry. Please, be anything but sorry. You never showed any emotions, even to me. You always thought it would… I dunno, hurt me or something. You always had to put a mask on, even for me. You were alone. I had you, but you never really had me. Please, don't be sorry. Be anything but sorry… just cry."
"Mokuba…" Seto said, feeling the droplets of warm water trickle down his cheeks.
He felt as if it fell into his soul, melting a hole through his walls of ice, just big enough for Mokuba.
"Seto…" Mokuba said, choking through his tears, "Promise me you won't ever do that again… I couldn't… couldn't live without you…"
"Mokuba," Seto said, standing up, but still letting the tears flow freely, "I'll always be there for you, as long as you need me."
"I'll need you forever." Mokuba said, holding his brother even tighter to him, "Forever…"
END.
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