It's Just Emotion
By: The Raw Onion
(MOKUBA)
My big brother sat at his unusually cluttered desk, flipping through document after document. I waited patiently on the couch, rubbing my tired eyes.
"Seto, it's five-thirty…did you sleep last night?"
He shook his head absentmindedly. As I gazed at him sleepily, I thought of the dream I had while sleeping on that couch. I couldn't remember much, but it really was a nice dream.
Incidentally, it didn't involve my brother at all…that's quite common, though, as my anxiety provoking dreams always involve him.
I glanced at the clock once again. It was now nearly quarter to six. I turned my gaze back to Seto once again. His blue eyes were the giveaway to the previous sleepless night; they were red and almost totally unfocused. Finally, I stood up and walked over to him. I placed my hands on his shoulders and tried to massage them…he was so tense.
But Seto wasn't too welcoming to the human touch. He shrugged my hands off and whirled around as though I'd frightened him.
His face wasn't one of fear. It wasn't one of anger either. Instead it was one of almost shock. As though he couldn't believe that I'd just done that. As if he thought I wouldn't dare touch him.
"Sorry…" I whispered, slinking backwards. I should have known better; Seto would prefer one of those stupid machines.
"Don't worry about it," he almost snapped.
I started to head to my convivial bed. Before I left his office, I turned around.
"Good night, Seto."
He glanced up.
"Good night, Mokuba…I love you."
While most people would think that the last phrase would mean a lot, words like that mean nothing to or from Seto. He has no problem saying what's on his mind.
I left the room, rubbing my eyes. Once I reached my own room, I fell into the soft bed and into a deep sleep immediately.
(SETO)
I was incredibly sleepy. My eyes would barely stay open, probably because it'd been more than forty-eight hours since I'd last slept.
I knew I needed to sleep. I wanted to…I just had better things to do.
Sleep gives us the chance to dream, but takes away the time to carry them out. That's how I feel.
Anyways, I realized the job I was running would take several hours to complete. Figuring enough was finally enough, I stood up, stretched, yawned, and headed to bed.
However, I laid there for awhile, suddenly wide awake. I thought about what happened back in my office, when Mokuba touched me. I felt guilty about drawing away from him…the look on his tired face was heartbreaking. Immediately, I felt angry. Angry at Gozaburo for making me hate and fear and unsure of physical contact with my little brother.
Guilt, sadness, and hatred down poured on me. I kicked back my sheets and went to Mokuba's room; I found him curled up, asleep. I lay next to him and gingerly wrapped my arms around the child. My head found a place on his single pillow. The space was warm and damp as Mokuba always drooled when he slept. I smiled to myself, hugging him more tightly.