14 Weak
To ITSAME: Was Midian being symbolic about him and Seto being brothers? Yes.
To anyone who cares: This is the last chapter of the story. *dodges as cruel readers throw knives at her* Oh...fuck...
Yaaiiiieee!!! *bandages knife wound* Chill, y'all!! Don't worry! I'm working on a sequel.
But that depends on how much you review...^_~
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//Somewhere there's speaking//
//It's already coming in//
//Oh, and it's rising at the back of your mind//
//You never could get it//
//Unless you were fed it//
//Now you're here and you don't know why//
Vertical Horizon—"Everything You Want"
See the people out in the world. See them whisper about the mourning boy. See them laugh!
"Ha!" they say. "He is weak. Weak! Just like his brother!"
Hear the boy scream in his defense. "I am not weak...and neither is...was my brother!"
"Then what are you?"
Silence. The boy wipes away a few silent tears. *Seto...*
The demons join the assault. "See!" they mock. "Only a weakling would shed tears for one already dead. If, as you say, your brother was not weak, then why should you be?"
No response.
The demons and the people laugh evilly as they leave him to suffer.
They leave the boy to fall...
Fall...
Into a quicksand of hideous darkness.
****
It came in the night. The chanting. Little voices. Chilling words.
Bind the spirit
Lock the soul
Injure the boy
Bring back the turmoil of old
Mokuba sat up in bed, gasping from the nightmare. *It was just a dream...* He found himself about to go to his brother's room, wanting his brother's comforting touch; his calm, soothing words...
But Seto was gone. The black-haired boy suddenly remembered what Midian and Campbell had told him, three nights back.
Mokuba slowly lay back down, fighting the tears that threatened to come. He was exhausted from the rush of the last few days, but he hadn't been able to sleep.
*Big brother, if you loved me...if you really cared for me...then why did you leave me? Why did you die? You told me once that only the weak ones die. Does that mean you weren't strong; that you were weak? But that can't be true, Seto... You...you were the only strength in my life!*
*I was the one who deserved to die! I am not strong...*
He remembered the dream.
If, as you say, your brother was not weak, then why should you be?
Sobbing quietly, the boy closed his dark eyes, wishing he had died with his brother.
Sleep did not come.
****
Ignore your pain.
Mokuba swallowed hard as he looked up at the church.
Just keep moving.
The boy forced himself to step forward, following the twins inside.
Keep moving...
He froze when he saw the open coffin. Tears were stinging his eyes again.
Don't worry, little brother. I'll be back.
Seto doesn't lie.
*Yes, he does.*
No he doesn't.
****
They had reached the graveyard.
Mokuba was silent as the coffin was lowered into the grave.
*Did you lie to me because you were weak?* He closed his eyes as unwanted tears spilled down his cheeks.
"Mokuba." Midian spoke quietly. "L-let's go."
The boy didn't move. He stared at the grave for what seemed like forever. And he was crying harder and harder...
"Mokuba!" The black-haired teenager put his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Are you all right?"
He is weak! Just like his brother!
Mokuba turned away from him, his dark eyes unresponsive.
*I am not weak...*
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
Oh, no
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me