Mokuba. The one person who kept me intact, who kept me sane and alive. The
one person who cared for me, who truly loved me as a person, as a brother,
not as some famous rich CEO of Kaibacorp. That little hyper, loyal,
optimist bundle of black hair who was the only one to see my true self. The
light, the shining sun in my dark, dark life.
And now he's gone.
I couldn't believe it when I found his body, murdered right in his own room. The scene was too sickening to see. . .blood, _his_ blood everywhere, his flesh slashed all over his small body, and the knife that did the deed. . .lying nearby, abandoned by the killer.
I just couldn't believe it. It took me practically days to realize the truth. . .he was really gone. I would never see his face smile again. I could never hear that cheerful voice, calling to me.
"Ni-sama!"
I never thought I could miss that word so much.
Yugi and his friends came over to see how I was. . .not that it mattered. For now, I'll just be content to stare at this piece of rock that symbolizes my brother's grave. I can't believe his body- his cold, lifeless, unmoving body- is buried a few feet under the earth, never to be seen again. I can vaguely make out the words carved on the tombstone, through my blurred vision.
"Mokuba Kaiba. May you rest in peace. Loved by many, you will be missed."
I snorted. Whoever carved _that_ surely didn't know Mokuba very well. I was the only one who loved him, Yugi and the others just considered him as a friend. No more. He's only a rotting corpse buried under several feet of dirt in a damn box. I'll never see him again. Because he's gone.
And now he's gone.
I couldn't believe it when I found his body, murdered right in his own room. The scene was too sickening to see. . .blood, _his_ blood everywhere, his flesh slashed all over his small body, and the knife that did the deed. . .lying nearby, abandoned by the killer.
I just couldn't believe it. It took me practically days to realize the truth. . .he was really gone. I would never see his face smile again. I could never hear that cheerful voice, calling to me.
"Ni-sama!"
I never thought I could miss that word so much.
Yugi and his friends came over to see how I was. . .not that it mattered. For now, I'll just be content to stare at this piece of rock that symbolizes my brother's grave. I can't believe his body- his cold, lifeless, unmoving body- is buried a few feet under the earth, never to be seen again. I can vaguely make out the words carved on the tombstone, through my blurred vision.
"Mokuba Kaiba. May you rest in peace. Loved by many, you will be missed."
I snorted. Whoever carved _that_ surely didn't know Mokuba very well. I was the only one who loved him, Yugi and the others just considered him as a friend. No more. He's only a rotting corpse buried under several feet of dirt in a damn box. I'll never see him again. Because he's gone.