Disclaimer: eep! I don't want to type all of that out again! o.o! Read the first chapter. :P
Author's Notes: blah blah. fun fun. review review. please please.
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Mokuba sat quietly at his desk, most all of his attention on the black crayon in his hand, and the paper infront of him. It was after school hours, and he and his teacher were the only two in the classroom. They were waiting for his big brother to arrive; the teacher had to talk to him. The room was completely silent for the most part, save for the small scratching noises the crayon would make if Mokuba pushed down on the paper too hard, and the sound of a distant door opening. Mokuba could hear footsteps, and then the all too familiar voice of a very annoyed sounding man echoing down the hallway and getting closer.
"Don't tell me what to write! That asshole's screaming for my attention and I'm not going to give it to him. I am being objective! Listen, Rex, you punctilious prick, you touch my column and I'm coming down there and poking your eye out with that little red pencil you like so much! .. Rex?" the classroom door opened, and a tall man entered. Holding a cellular phone infront of his face, blue eyes narrowed as he glared at it. "Shit!" he shoved the phone into his coat pocket, and looked around the room. Expression softening slightly when he noticed his brother, "Hey..."
Mokuba started to get to his feet, gathering up his drawing, "Hey."
His brother turned to face the teacher, shrugging a bit, "Sorry I'm late," he gestured toward the pocket where he had stowed away the phone, and rolled his eyes slightly.
The teacher flashed him a smile, "No worries."
Dragging his backpack along behind him, Mokuba passed his brother on the way to the door, "I'll wait in the car." his brother frowned slightly at this, and sighed.
"Have you got a moment, Mr. Kaiba?" questioned Mokuba's teacher as she got to her feet.
"Um," he glanced at the door as it closed, shrugging, "sure." turning to follow the woman to a group of nearby desks. "Call me Seto."
The teacher pulled out a chair, "Please, sit down," and took a seat at one of the desks. Seto followed suit in pulling one of the chairs out, but sat down on the desk infront of it instead, "He certainly is very independent, isn't he?"
"Oh, yeah, he sure is," agreed Seto, fixing his coat a bit.
"I never have to tell him to do anything," stated Mokuba's teacher, gesturing enthusiastically with her hands.
"Well," started Seto, "if that's a problem, you'd be the first teacher in history to say so."
The teached nodded, her smile slowly starting to fade, "Mr. Kaiba..."
"Seto," he frowned.
She looked down at the desk momentarily, and then back up to Seto, "I know that Mokuba recently lost his nephew..."
Seto pushed some of his messy hair out of his eyes, still frowning as he spoke, "Yes, and I'm doing what I can to find him some good daycare. It's just..."
"Oh, no, that's not what I meant.. By all means, take your time..," she nodded, before going serious again, "I know they were very close, Mokuba and his nephew."
"Yeah," Seto nodded, shrugging slightly, "they spent a few nights a week together." he didn't really understand what this woman was getting at.
"Did he talk to you about her death?"
Oh. "Well, like you said, he's not the talkative type..," Seto's frown deepened.
"That doesn't mean he has nothing to say."
Seto took a long time in nodding once, speaking halfway through it, "He knows I'm
there," he was starting to get slightly annoyed, It's not your buisness.
"Yes, I'm sure he does. But he may be expressing himself in... other ways." the teacher reached over, and grabbed a folder from her desk, "I'd like to show you something." she put it down on one of the desks, and opened it up. Seto turned slightly to get a better look, and picked up the top few pictures, examining them.
One was a very crude drawing of a wide hole in the ground with a small opening-- there was a shotty looking stickman type drawing of a boy with his eyes closed inside the hole. He looked at the next paper. It was basically the same drawing, but now with more colour. Decayed looking, rotting colours all around the hole, and bugs accompanying it. "That's his nephew." he looked at the third and last; the ground around the hole now was all red, like blood, and the boy inside was starting to shrivle up. "That's Blade."
"Mr. Kaiba... I'm bothered by these drawings."
Seto put the pictures down, skimming through a few more, similiar ones. He gave the teacher a very quick glance. "Listen, I appreciate your concern, but my brother lost his best friend three nights ago," he gathered all of the drawings together, put them into the folder and closed it, "He's just trying to deal with it."
"Yes, I understand, but these pictures..." she gestured to the now closed folder.
"Are Mokuba's way of working it out... of.. expressing himself, like you said." stated Seto as he got to his feet, frowning slightly again. "He'll be okay." taking a few steps back, he turned and walked over to the door. Reaching out for the handle.
"You say he died three nights ago?"
Seto looked back, "Yeah, that's right."
"Mokuba drew these last week."
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It rained on the drive home. Mokuba just sat silently in the back seat, staring out the window, every now and then Seto would glance at him through the rear-view mirror. After a while, Mokuba seemed to notice it. He turned to look at his brother, "What?"
Seto watched him for a moment, before returning his attention to the road, "Nothing." he glanced into the mirror one more time, and offered a very slight smile.
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"Shall we read something?" Seto sat down on the edge of Mokuba's bed as his little brother tucked himself in.
"I'm kind of tired."
Seto nodded, "Okay..," he patted Mokuba on the head quickly, and got to his feet, "have a good sleep."
Mokuba watched his brother for a moment, before saying, "We don't have enough time."
Stopping halfway to the door, Seto turned back, "Oh, well, I know I've been working a lot," he went back over to the bed, and sat down again, "and I'm sorry, I guess; but I'm going to make it up to you."
"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about time before we die."
Seto frowned, blinking a bit. How could Mokuba continue to look so calm and not bothered by what he just said? The corner of Seto's lip twitched slightly, "You have lots of time."
Mokuba's expression changed slightly. He looked accusing, and sounded it, too, "So, you know when I'm going to die?"
"No. No one does, but I know you don't have to worry about it.."
"Blade knew. He told me."
"Blade told you he was gonna die?"
Mokuba gave a slight nod, "He said he didn't have enough time." he rolled onto his side, as if finishing the conversation. "Goodnight, Seto."
Seto got to his feet silently. Making his way back over to the door and giving the back of his brother's head a bit of a worried look before turning the light off and leaving; closing the door as he went.
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"Oh, shit!" Seto growled slightly, hopping around a bit as he pulled off his sock. He spun around and opened his closet door, going through every article of clothing in there. "Mokuba?"
He snarled, not finding what he was looking for, "Goddamn it! .. Twerp?! Have you seen my black suit?"
When Mokuba didn't reply, Seto grabbed a t-shirt from his bed and went out into the hallway, putting the shirt on so he wasn't in just his boxers as he made his way into the livingroom. "Mokuba! Have you seen my black..." he trailed off when he reached the livingroom. Blinking a few times. Mokuba was standing on a chair so he could see himself in the mirror, and was fixing his tie. Seto's black suit was hanging off the back of the couch, ".. suit?"
"It's a little wrinkled."
Seto made his way over to the couch, retrieving the suit before walking up to stand beside Mokuba, grinning slightly. "It's fine." he raised an eyebrow, looking into the mirror and giving Mokuba a bit of an appreciative nod as the boy started to button his jacket. He took a step back, before turning and going to his room again.
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did I forget to mention that I'm doing all of this, like, very true to the movie? in that I mean I'm using the script. Blah blah. Scenes, and all that. And I'm breaking the chapters up like the DVD chapters. Some will be put together, though, for being so damn short. anyway. review!