I do not own any of the characters.
Seto pulled the suit jacket onto his broad shoulders. He stared at himself in the spotless mirror. Seto had purple bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, and the visibility of heavy crying stained his face. From the puffiness around his Icy blue eyes to the redness on the tip of nose.
Joey had died from a bullet wound as he was grasping hands with Seto Kaiba. Seto remembered the way that lively spark faded from his pain filled eyes. Joey's death had struck him deep, since Joey was the boy he had a crush on since Battle City. He remembered what Joey's warm lips felt like, like silk sheets sliding against bare flesh. He remembered what they tasted like too, like warm honey. Seto sighed and called to Mokuba. "Are you ready yet, Mokie?!"
"Yes Seto." said a small boy with raven hair from Seto's doorway. Seto frowned. Joey was one of the two people who he truly cared for, and wanted to protect from danger. Now it was only Mokuba who was left, and he knew he couldn't hold onto him forever. Seto swallowed heavily. He felt Mokuba's warm fingers clasp tightly around his own.
"Come on, Seto. We should head out." Mokuba said.
Seto nodded. He turned around and walked with Mokuba out of the large manor. They were on their way to meet Yugi and his gang for Joey's funeral. Seto had been on the phone with them the same night Joey died. He told them everything Joey had said, and had told them of the night's horrifying events. He had only told Yugi of his secret crush on the blonde Brooklyn boy. When Seto slid into the back of the black limo he immediately relaxed back into the seat. He was trying not to cry, as then he would be showing his weaknesses even more. Mokuba hated seeing him cry because he always ended up doing it himself, so Seto tried his best not to do so.
Seto felt warm arms wrap him. He looked down into Mokuba's small face. "It'll get better, Seto. Promise me you won't give up?"
"Of course not Mokie. I still have you, so I'm not allowed to give up yet." Seto replied, at least to try to calm the raven-haired boy down.
Mokie smiled softly, and relaxed into Seto's side. They continued the long tiring drive in silence.
The limo that held the two Kaiba brothers pulled up to the curb. Once they stepped out of the car Seto was immediately attacked by a small boy and his wide arms. Seto looked down at Yugi, his tri-colored hairhair large enough to brush across Seto's chin.
"Hello, Kaiba." The teenage boy said.
Awkwardly Seto put an arm around Yugi. " Hi."
"How have you been doing?" Tea asked.
Seto scratched his head, "Um, well I guess the best I could say is traumatized." Seto pulled away from Yugi. He wrapped both his hands around his shoulders. "I'm still trying to find a way to forget the sight."
Tea nodded as if she understood. "Come on. We better go inside."
Seto refused to stand up to see the Brooklyn boys wounded face. He sat on one of the back benches with his legs curled to his chest. He was on the verge of tears, he didn't he could handle the sight of Joey's sweet and innocent face, when he could clearly see that hideous wound in the boys throat.
"Hey, are you okay?" Tristan asked as he walked up to Seto.
Seto just gave a shaky nod. He turned his head and waited for Tristan to sigh. His footstrps echoed as he walked away to leave Seto to himself.
The burial came fast. Seto couldn't watch, so he decided to remain alone under a tree. Mokie, who ran up to him after the burial, had an abundent amount of overflowing tears. The sight made Seto's own brim over his light blue eyes. A sob escaped him once Mokuba asked if he was alright.
"I don't think I can do this Mokuba." Seto said.
Mokuba fell to the cold dirt and wrapped his arms around his older brother. Mokuba never spoke a word, and kept his head rested into Seto's shoulder. Seto's body shuddered as tears splattered the ground.
"We'll get through this Seto. Please bare with me."
Seto had never realized he had passed out. Once he woke he waa curled into his cool sheets with Mokuba's warm body being just in his reach. He smiled fondly at the boy. He was glad his brother was still there to be taken care of. He would have lost it if he wasn't.
He knew he never would get over Joey's death, but Mokuba was a nice distraction from the hatred of the world outside. Seto laid his head back. He smiled and imagined what it would be like if Joey were there. That he had never died, and their feelings confessed. What would it be like to have Joey as a constant companion.
He knew Joey would be annoying as hell, but to be honest, he wanted to have that annoying loud mouth there.
"As cheesy as this sounds Wheeler, but if you're up there than you'll always be in my heart. I could never forget you. The sight of trees will remind me of your wildness, roses will remind me of your smell, anything loud will remind me of your laughter." Seto chuckled once he said that. "The stars will remind me of your heart and soul, pure, sweet, and infinite. I love you Wheeler. No matter how ridiculous you are."
Seto smiled and closed his eyes. He fell asleep with the sound of Joey's voice saying, "So cheesy, and I love ya too, Moneybags."
(AN: To be honest I almost cried through this. I hope you enjoyed my story, and the cheesy side of Seto Kaiba.
Good damn bye readers:))