Yet another idea that popped into my head from a song (which will appear in one of the later chapters)! From Seto's point of view on Mokuba's first. I own nothing.
First Word
I sighed when I heard the door slam as my dad left. He worked three jobs just to keep our shattered family afloat, meaning he was only home for about two hours a day. Those two hours were generally spent either sleeping or drinking. Looking down at the child in front of me, I wondered what sort of life my brother will be facing.
"I wish Mommy were still here…." I said to no one in particular. My brother looked up at me with his blue-grey eyes through his mop of ebony hair. I reached down and lifted him into my protective embrace and just held him.
It'd been almost ten months since our mother died, leaving my baby brother in the care of my father and I. Or rather, just me. Tears burned the backs of my eyes when I thought of her, and I merely hugged my brother closer.
"You look so much like her, Mokie," I said to him, "So much like Mommy."
He was babbling whatever was coming to his baby mind until his fist found his way to his mouth. I made my way to the couch and set him upright on the floor, helping him by placing his hands on the edge of the seat. He looked up at me as though inquiring why I set him down. I merely smiled and reached out to try and tame his wild locks, earning a few more words in his own baby language.
"Do you miss Mommy, too?" I asked him, tears blurring my vision.
"Mommy…."
My breath hitched in my throat as the word reached my ears. It was his first. Taking a deep breath, I picked him up and held him close again. Allowing the tears to take over, I merely buried my face in his hair and cried. I cried for her, I cried for him, and I cried for us. My six years on this earth had all led up to this moment; crying with my brother in my arms. That was when I considered him my only family, and promised to protect him at all costs.
I almost started crying while writing this. Please review!
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