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Authors note: I have been watching too much Yu-Gi-Oh! . . . wait . . . is that possible . . . no . . . of course not! Anyways, watching Yu-Gi-Oh! And not feeling well is a bad combination because that means I start writing angsty things . . . enjoy!
Summary: ** Deathfic. ** Seto's thoughts as some one very close to him is being buried. One shot. Depressing. Enjoy! RnR please!
Endless Rain.
***
Rain. It always rains on days like this. It rained the day our parents were buried, too. And now he is getting buried next to mom and dad. I had hoped that such tragedy would never strike my family again. I was wrong. But, at least, when mom and dad passed on, we had each other. He had me and I had him. I would protect him; he would give me the hope, will, and courage to survive what ever the world threw at me. But now, I am alone. He is joining our parents in heaven. I keep telling that to myself, vainly trying to console.
It's still raining. Icy rain falls across my face and mixes with the heated tears that have escaped from my eyes. I hardly take notice of the harsh chill in the fallen water as I watch the coffin being lowered into the mud caked earth.
The casket is so small. It's small for a tiny occupant.
He was too young. Ten years old is too young for anyone to die. But . . . especially for him. This shouldn't have happened to him. Not someone so innocent and young. And with so much life ahead of him. I feel a new wave of tears splash down my cheeks.
I remember the day he died. It was only two days ago. It was raining then as well. I remember the feeling of his body going limp in my arms as the blood drained from his body. He pushed me out of the way, allowing the bullet to penetrate his back. I will get my revenge on the person who tried to kill me, but instead killed the most important person in the world. In fact, the killer did murder me . . . my soul died the moment my little brother escaped from mortality. I remember his last words to me as his blood soaked hand grabbed a hold of my shirt,
"Ai shiteru, ni sama." His words were whispered, weak and tired before his body gave up.
The rain is getting heavier.
They have completely buried him now. I look around at everyone else, huddled together under a few umbrellas. I only invited them here today, because, he always liked them. I felt it was the right thing to do.
The preacher is saying something up front. He did not know my little brother. What does he know? I cannot hear the preacher's words. The rain seems like it's screaming at me. Screaming that I should have been a better brother. I should have seen the bullet and I should be six feet under the ground instead of him. I should be dead. For all the wrong in my life, I should get the punishment of death, not him.
I guess the sermon is over, as everyone is beginning to leave. They all approach me, one by one. Yugi and his Yami, Anzu, Jounouchi, Honda, and Ryou. I cannot hear them either. The rain is still telling me what I have done. They all eventually leave. Leaving me to stare at the tombstone.
Mokuba Kaiba Beloved brother
That's all it said.
I plant a kiss on the tip of my fingers and place them on the tombstone.
"Goodbye Mokuba. I will see you soon." I whispered before turning away, walking into the endless rain.
My little brother was gone.
***
That's it. I know it's short. But . . . eh . . . there you have it . . . please RnR!
Authors note: I have been watching too much Yu-Gi-Oh! . . . wait . . . is that possible . . . no . . . of course not! Anyways, watching Yu-Gi-Oh! And not feeling well is a bad combination because that means I start writing angsty things . . . enjoy!
Summary: ** Deathfic. ** Seto's thoughts as some one very close to him is being buried. One shot. Depressing. Enjoy! RnR please!
Endless Rain.
***
Rain. It always rains on days like this. It rained the day our parents were buried, too. And now he is getting buried next to mom and dad. I had hoped that such tragedy would never strike my family again. I was wrong. But, at least, when mom and dad passed on, we had each other. He had me and I had him. I would protect him; he would give me the hope, will, and courage to survive what ever the world threw at me. But now, I am alone. He is joining our parents in heaven. I keep telling that to myself, vainly trying to console.
It's still raining. Icy rain falls across my face and mixes with the heated tears that have escaped from my eyes. I hardly take notice of the harsh chill in the fallen water as I watch the coffin being lowered into the mud caked earth.
The casket is so small. It's small for a tiny occupant.
He was too young. Ten years old is too young for anyone to die. But . . . especially for him. This shouldn't have happened to him. Not someone so innocent and young. And with so much life ahead of him. I feel a new wave of tears splash down my cheeks.
I remember the day he died. It was only two days ago. It was raining then as well. I remember the feeling of his body going limp in my arms as the blood drained from his body. He pushed me out of the way, allowing the bullet to penetrate his back. I will get my revenge on the person who tried to kill me, but instead killed the most important person in the world. In fact, the killer did murder me . . . my soul died the moment my little brother escaped from mortality. I remember his last words to me as his blood soaked hand grabbed a hold of my shirt,
"Ai shiteru, ni sama." His words were whispered, weak and tired before his body gave up.
The rain is getting heavier.
They have completely buried him now. I look around at everyone else, huddled together under a few umbrellas. I only invited them here today, because, he always liked them. I felt it was the right thing to do.
The preacher is saying something up front. He did not know my little brother. What does he know? I cannot hear the preacher's words. The rain seems like it's screaming at me. Screaming that I should have been a better brother. I should have seen the bullet and I should be six feet under the ground instead of him. I should be dead. For all the wrong in my life, I should get the punishment of death, not him.
I guess the sermon is over, as everyone is beginning to leave. They all approach me, one by one. Yugi and his Yami, Anzu, Jounouchi, Honda, and Ryou. I cannot hear them either. The rain is still telling me what I have done. They all eventually leave. Leaving me to stare at the tombstone.
Mokuba Kaiba Beloved brother
That's all it said.
I plant a kiss on the tip of my fingers and place them on the tombstone.
"Goodbye Mokuba. I will see you soon." I whispered before turning away, walking into the endless rain.
My little brother was gone.
***
That's it. I know it's short. But . . . eh . . . there you have it . . . please RnR!