It Takes Two
Summary: One is a cold-hearted person, falling into depression as his younger brother passed away. The other, cheerful and happy, but a different person in her home, sad, and frightened.
He slammed his fist onto the table. Damn it, he thought, I really don't want to live anymore! He looked out the window, and saw the park. He looked at the children playing on the slides, and swings. He closed his deep blue eyes, he missed his childhood. All his stepfather wanted to do was to make sure that he could run the company. Mokuba had died half a year ago, but there was no use for crying anymore. Even if he could cry, he would not have the tears for it. He opened his eyes, and found himself back into the office. He took his suitcase out, and stuffed some papers in it, not caring if it were crumpled. The only reason why he lived had died 6 months ago.
He trudged home, and when he walked in the mansion, it felt so empty. Mokuba's death had put a hole in his heart-and it was slowly killing him. He missed the warmth that his brother gave him, when he was lonely. And now, he was gone. His eyes watered, and he rubbed them away. He got ready for bed, and slid into the king-sized bed-and stared at the ceiling. The room seemed so empty. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, only to have a nightmare.
Mokuba was on his bed, pale and sickly, eyes fluttering, 'I love you Seto. I always will and always have.' Seto gripped his hand tightly as his brother took his last breath and passed away. He stared at the younger boy, and hugged his lifeless body. Even the top medical doctors couldn't find out what happened to Mokuba. He kissed the younger boy on the forehead as the tears ran from his eyes to his cheeks.
He woke up, with his eyes wide open, and his forehead was sweaty. He looked at his clock-it was 5 AM. May as well get up he thought, my life is still hell the way it is, and I've still got school.
Summary: One is a cold-hearted person, falling into depression as his younger brother passed away. The other, cheerful and happy, but a different person in her home, sad, and frightened.
He slammed his fist onto the table. Damn it, he thought, I really don't want to live anymore! He looked out the window, and saw the park. He looked at the children playing on the slides, and swings. He closed his deep blue eyes, he missed his childhood. All his stepfather wanted to do was to make sure that he could run the company. Mokuba had died half a year ago, but there was no use for crying anymore. Even if he could cry, he would not have the tears for it. He opened his eyes, and found himself back into the office. He took his suitcase out, and stuffed some papers in it, not caring if it were crumpled. The only reason why he lived had died 6 months ago.
He trudged home, and when he walked in the mansion, it felt so empty. Mokuba's death had put a hole in his heart-and it was slowly killing him. He missed the warmth that his brother gave him, when he was lonely. And now, he was gone. His eyes watered, and he rubbed them away. He got ready for bed, and slid into the king-sized bed-and stared at the ceiling. The room seemed so empty. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, only to have a nightmare.
Mokuba was on his bed, pale and sickly, eyes fluttering, 'I love you Seto. I always will and always have.' Seto gripped his hand tightly as his brother took his last breath and passed away. He stared at the younger boy, and hugged his lifeless body. Even the top medical doctors couldn't find out what happened to Mokuba. He kissed the younger boy on the forehead as the tears ran from his eyes to his cheeks.
He woke up, with his eyes wide open, and his forehead was sweaty. He looked at his clock-it was 5 AM. May as well get up he thought, my life is still hell the way it is, and I've still got school.