Chapter 4
Mokuba walked into his school with no fear at all. After explaining what had happened, Seto had encouraged Mokuba to go to school without fear at all. After explaining some fighting techniques, (but only using it for the art of self-defense) Mokuba felt that he wanted to face Carlo and Niomi already.
Mokuba walked over to his locker. There was a note stuck to it. Mokuba imagined that they wanted to arrange a fight sometime after school but hadn't the time to ask him in person. Mokuba felt a little disappointed at that fact, but read the note anyway:
Dear Mokuba,
If you so much as value your brother's life, you will meet me at Downtown Domino at 9:00am sharp. Do not come with anyone. There is also some other people here that you might recognize. Chicken out, and let's say, your brother won't be there anymore.
Carlo
Mokuba was drawn back by shock. First of all, how could Seto, the strongest person Mokuba knew, be taken prisoner by Carlo like an amateur? Second of all, why Mokuba? Usually they would capture himself and do something like this to his Big Brother, so why him? Third of all, what were they planning to do when Mokuba did show up? Whatever it was, it didn't sound good.
The bell rang. Mokuba would have to scurry fast to get to his next class. But insteda he turned towards the door out of school. He ran out to the sidewalk, and started scampering to the bus stop. Luckily, he had just made it when it had stopped at the stop sign. Mokuba jumped in and paid some change at the front of the bus.
Mokuba walked to the back. Even though he tried not to notice, he could see people staring at him. Mokuba sat in the back trying to hold back tears. He couldn't cry, not while Seto was the one at risk. He knew he had to be strong, like Seto had always told him.
After a while of waiting, Mokuba looked at his watch. It was 8:45am. He was starting to worry that he wouldn't make it there in time. But that wasn't going to be the way Seto would die because of him. Mokuba grabbed the stop line thing and pulled on it. The bus pulled to a stop.
"Thanks, see ya!" Mokuba called by as he ran to the front of the bus and ran out onto the sidewalk. Mokuba kept a careful look at his watch as he ran. Time was running out, faster then he thought it would. Mokuba's backpack flipped up and down as he ran towards Downtown Domino. Just as he looked up, he ran straight into a stop sign.
Mouba fell backwards and looked up. He sat there in shock, he wasn't hurt, at least he didn't feel it. A picture of Niomi appeared at that moment. She was smiling and winking at Mokuba. Mokuba was starting to remember the good days, the days they were friends. The days they stood up for each other. But those days seemed so far away now.
Now snapping back to reality, he looked at his watch. Time was almost up. Mokuba jumped back up and ran the rest of the way to Downtown Domino. Mokuba skidded into an alley.
"Leave my brother alone!" Mokuba noticed that it wasn't only Carlo there. There was Suzuki and bullies from all over town. One bully held an unconscious Seto in his arms. And another bully held an unconscious Niomi in their arms. Mokuba looked at his love and his brother then turned to Carlo.
"What have you done to them?!" Carlo chuckled and walked over to Mokuba. He placed his arm around Mokuba.
"Well, it's quite simple. Just a few beatings, and suddenly, blood is everywhere." Mokuba smacked Carlo's arm off.
"Why are you doing this?!" Suzuki now chuckled.
"That answer is even simpler. I guess the old saying is true, you don't really know what you've got... till it's gone. And that's what we plan to do." Mokuba launched himself at Suzuki. Suzuki caught his fist and twisted it back. Mokuba cried out in pain.
"You see Mokuba, you've always had a guardian and or a protector by your side, and at first, it was cute. Then, it got annoying" Mokuba slowly got up from the blow, "So we decided you just can't have both of them, so why don't we force you to give up one." Mokuba was still confused.
"But Niomi doesn't protect me? She hates me now." Carlo laughed out loud.
"Do you seriously believe she hated you? Sure she was mad, but as your brother use to say, no one can stay mad at you for long. But that was not what I believed" Carlo continued, "You see, me and the others were always plotting against you and your brother for a while now, and so far, the plan was going to succeed. So we let Niomi in on our secret. She disagreed. She decided that she would beat you up, but never to inquire to actually hurt you. So, we thought, she might as well go down with your brother."
Anger and fury rose deep inside Mokuba. Actually hurt him? She actually did hurt him. She had beaten him up for her own pleasure and joined the bully gang which hated Mokuba's guts. What was she talking about? After about a minute of hate flowing through him, Mokuba spoke.
"So, what do you want to do now?"
"That's actually easy" Suzuki began, "We don't really feel like killing both of them, we want a little more pleasure, so we would kill one of them. Then we thought, how bout we ask Mokuba which one we should kill. I mean, who knows who he'll pick, ether one will be a painful one. So it's your choice. Pick one you want to live and go on in this word."
Mokuba paused. He was about to shout a name, but he decided to wait and think about his decision. He could kill Niomi. After all, he was angry at her. But Niomi also had a long life ahead of her, she would never be able to live long enough to actually have a taste of life. And he would have to deal with Tea afterwards. And she was his first and only love and friend.
But how could he kill his brother? His brother was the one remaining of his family. The one last guardian he had to watch over him. The one last person on the earth that he loved more then ever. He knew that even if they had a fight, that they wouldn't just break up like that. They would stick together for life. And if Seto died, Mokuba would be the one going to the orphanage and someone would take over the one thing Seto had pride in, other then his one and only brother.
But how could Mokuba live? Live knowing he had killed someone? Someone he once loved? Someone who protected him, even if it ment hurting herself in the process? Someone who was the only person who he could call "friend" other then Seto? (Don't worry, I know what who your thinking should live.) But could he live knowing he killed his brother as well?
"Well?" Carlo finally asked, bored of the thinking already. Mokuba was running out of time. He needed to chose fast, before they killed both Niomi and Seto. Seto popped into Mokuba's head. He was at least 6 or 7, the age when they were in the orphanage. He was smiling, the smile that he use to smile with. Then Niomi popped in as well. It was when they were both about 3. Niomi was smiling at Mokuba with her friendly smile.
Mokuba then realized how much both ment to him, that even though Niomi and Mokuba had ended their friendship a few days ago, they still cared. But still, Mokuba couldn't risk his brother in a million years. He then knew what he had to do. Mokuba looked down, shading his eyes.
"So which do you chose? Your time is up."
"I chose... Niomi..." Mokuba answered, still shading his eyes. He did not want to watch Niomi die, not then, not now. He could hear the bullies laughing in the back round. He then heard a blood curling scream. He saw blood spilling everywhere. A limp body was thrown to the ground.
"Nice choice twerp, nice doing business with you." They threw Seto at Mokuba. Mokuba just caught him, not even stepping back from the blow. Mokuba still had his eyes shaded. A tear was visible going down his cheek. The bullies were walking away when something stopped them.
"Hey!" the bullies stopped and turned around. Mokuba had set Seto down against one of the buildings. Mokuba walked over to Carlo.
"What do you..." instantly Mokuba's hand was around Carlo's neck. Carlo began to gasp for air. Suzuki and the other bullied ran for Mokuba. Mokuba flung Carlo at one of the bullies. He kick 2 in the stomach. Smacked 2 bullies heads together. And soon had knocked out all except for one.
Suzuki was standing there with shock, and even fear. All his comrades were laying unconscious in Niomi's blood. It almost seemed as if they were dead. Mokuba grabbed Suzuki by the shirt collar and pulled him down so that Suzuki was facing Mokuba straight in the eyes. It was visible to see that the boy had been crying.
"Wow kid, and all this time I thought you were weak. Hey, maybe you could join us. I mean no hard feelings, right?" Mokuba was loosing his grip a little, but not as much as Suzuki could slip out.
"Your offer... Suzuki... all my life I have always wanted to find my place in this world. But never seemed to find one... anywhere. And I'm still searching, but I don't think it will be with you, Suzuki, not with your heart and soul. And for that you shall die."
"Really? How are you going to do that?" Mokuba lifted up his other hand. It held a knife. Mokuba had slipped it out of Suzuki's pocket. Mokuba flipped the knife up and stabbed Suzuki in the neck. Suzuki fell to his knees. His hands turning red, they were being held over his neck. Suzuki fell over gasping for air.
"Let this be a warning to you, and to all bullies..." was all Mokuba said before flipping Seto onto his back and walking away.
It had been a few hours later. Seto had woken up in his bed. He found him to be in clean clothes. Seto lifted himself up. He was under the covers of his bed. The room seemed to be cleaner then he had left it before he was capture. Captured. Seto jumped out of bed and ran to Mokuba's room. Mokuba was laying there, staring up at the void ceiling. Tears were rapidly falling down his face.
Seto entered Mokuba's room. He starting walking towards Mokuba and out a hand to touch Mokuba.
"Go... please... I am a murderer..." Seto pulled back his hand. Seto knew himself that Mokuba didn't want to be comforted. He just wanted to be left alone. Seto walked backwards out of the room and closed the door. Somehow, Seto knew what had happened and what Mokuba had sacrificed. ************************************************************************ I'm afraid that is the end of this story. I might write a sequel to this, but anyhow. So tell me, was it good enough for ya? REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mokuba walked into his school with no fear at all. After explaining what had happened, Seto had encouraged Mokuba to go to school without fear at all. After explaining some fighting techniques, (but only using it for the art of self-defense) Mokuba felt that he wanted to face Carlo and Niomi already.
Mokuba walked over to his locker. There was a note stuck to it. Mokuba imagined that they wanted to arrange a fight sometime after school but hadn't the time to ask him in person. Mokuba felt a little disappointed at that fact, but read the note anyway:
Dear Mokuba,
If you so much as value your brother's life, you will meet me at Downtown Domino at 9:00am sharp. Do not come with anyone. There is also some other people here that you might recognize. Chicken out, and let's say, your brother won't be there anymore.
Carlo
Mokuba was drawn back by shock. First of all, how could Seto, the strongest person Mokuba knew, be taken prisoner by Carlo like an amateur? Second of all, why Mokuba? Usually they would capture himself and do something like this to his Big Brother, so why him? Third of all, what were they planning to do when Mokuba did show up? Whatever it was, it didn't sound good.
The bell rang. Mokuba would have to scurry fast to get to his next class. But insteda he turned towards the door out of school. He ran out to the sidewalk, and started scampering to the bus stop. Luckily, he had just made it when it had stopped at the stop sign. Mokuba jumped in and paid some change at the front of the bus.
Mokuba walked to the back. Even though he tried not to notice, he could see people staring at him. Mokuba sat in the back trying to hold back tears. He couldn't cry, not while Seto was the one at risk. He knew he had to be strong, like Seto had always told him.
After a while of waiting, Mokuba looked at his watch. It was 8:45am. He was starting to worry that he wouldn't make it there in time. But that wasn't going to be the way Seto would die because of him. Mokuba grabbed the stop line thing and pulled on it. The bus pulled to a stop.
"Thanks, see ya!" Mokuba called by as he ran to the front of the bus and ran out onto the sidewalk. Mokuba kept a careful look at his watch as he ran. Time was running out, faster then he thought it would. Mokuba's backpack flipped up and down as he ran towards Downtown Domino. Just as he looked up, he ran straight into a stop sign.
Mouba fell backwards and looked up. He sat there in shock, he wasn't hurt, at least he didn't feel it. A picture of Niomi appeared at that moment. She was smiling and winking at Mokuba. Mokuba was starting to remember the good days, the days they were friends. The days they stood up for each other. But those days seemed so far away now.
Now snapping back to reality, he looked at his watch. Time was almost up. Mokuba jumped back up and ran the rest of the way to Downtown Domino. Mokuba skidded into an alley.
"Leave my brother alone!" Mokuba noticed that it wasn't only Carlo there. There was Suzuki and bullies from all over town. One bully held an unconscious Seto in his arms. And another bully held an unconscious Niomi in their arms. Mokuba looked at his love and his brother then turned to Carlo.
"What have you done to them?!" Carlo chuckled and walked over to Mokuba. He placed his arm around Mokuba.
"Well, it's quite simple. Just a few beatings, and suddenly, blood is everywhere." Mokuba smacked Carlo's arm off.
"Why are you doing this?!" Suzuki now chuckled.
"That answer is even simpler. I guess the old saying is true, you don't really know what you've got... till it's gone. And that's what we plan to do." Mokuba launched himself at Suzuki. Suzuki caught his fist and twisted it back. Mokuba cried out in pain.
"You see Mokuba, you've always had a guardian and or a protector by your side, and at first, it was cute. Then, it got annoying" Mokuba slowly got up from the blow, "So we decided you just can't have both of them, so why don't we force you to give up one." Mokuba was still confused.
"But Niomi doesn't protect me? She hates me now." Carlo laughed out loud.
"Do you seriously believe she hated you? Sure she was mad, but as your brother use to say, no one can stay mad at you for long. But that was not what I believed" Carlo continued, "You see, me and the others were always plotting against you and your brother for a while now, and so far, the plan was going to succeed. So we let Niomi in on our secret. She disagreed. She decided that she would beat you up, but never to inquire to actually hurt you. So, we thought, she might as well go down with your brother."
Anger and fury rose deep inside Mokuba. Actually hurt him? She actually did hurt him. She had beaten him up for her own pleasure and joined the bully gang which hated Mokuba's guts. What was she talking about? After about a minute of hate flowing through him, Mokuba spoke.
"So, what do you want to do now?"
"That's actually easy" Suzuki began, "We don't really feel like killing both of them, we want a little more pleasure, so we would kill one of them. Then we thought, how bout we ask Mokuba which one we should kill. I mean, who knows who he'll pick, ether one will be a painful one. So it's your choice. Pick one you want to live and go on in this word."
Mokuba paused. He was about to shout a name, but he decided to wait and think about his decision. He could kill Niomi. After all, he was angry at her. But Niomi also had a long life ahead of her, she would never be able to live long enough to actually have a taste of life. And he would have to deal with Tea afterwards. And she was his first and only love and friend.
But how could he kill his brother? His brother was the one remaining of his family. The one last guardian he had to watch over him. The one last person on the earth that he loved more then ever. He knew that even if they had a fight, that they wouldn't just break up like that. They would stick together for life. And if Seto died, Mokuba would be the one going to the orphanage and someone would take over the one thing Seto had pride in, other then his one and only brother.
But how could Mokuba live? Live knowing he had killed someone? Someone he once loved? Someone who protected him, even if it ment hurting herself in the process? Someone who was the only person who he could call "friend" other then Seto? (Don't worry, I know what who your thinking should live.) But could he live knowing he killed his brother as well?
"Well?" Carlo finally asked, bored of the thinking already. Mokuba was running out of time. He needed to chose fast, before they killed both Niomi and Seto. Seto popped into Mokuba's head. He was at least 6 or 7, the age when they were in the orphanage. He was smiling, the smile that he use to smile with. Then Niomi popped in as well. It was when they were both about 3. Niomi was smiling at Mokuba with her friendly smile.
Mokuba then realized how much both ment to him, that even though Niomi and Mokuba had ended their friendship a few days ago, they still cared. But still, Mokuba couldn't risk his brother in a million years. He then knew what he had to do. Mokuba looked down, shading his eyes.
"So which do you chose? Your time is up."
"I chose... Niomi..." Mokuba answered, still shading his eyes. He did not want to watch Niomi die, not then, not now. He could hear the bullies laughing in the back round. He then heard a blood curling scream. He saw blood spilling everywhere. A limp body was thrown to the ground.
"Nice choice twerp, nice doing business with you." They threw Seto at Mokuba. Mokuba just caught him, not even stepping back from the blow. Mokuba still had his eyes shaded. A tear was visible going down his cheek. The bullies were walking away when something stopped them.
"Hey!" the bullies stopped and turned around. Mokuba had set Seto down against one of the buildings. Mokuba walked over to Carlo.
"What do you..." instantly Mokuba's hand was around Carlo's neck. Carlo began to gasp for air. Suzuki and the other bullied ran for Mokuba. Mokuba flung Carlo at one of the bullies. He kick 2 in the stomach. Smacked 2 bullies heads together. And soon had knocked out all except for one.
Suzuki was standing there with shock, and even fear. All his comrades were laying unconscious in Niomi's blood. It almost seemed as if they were dead. Mokuba grabbed Suzuki by the shirt collar and pulled him down so that Suzuki was facing Mokuba straight in the eyes. It was visible to see that the boy had been crying.
"Wow kid, and all this time I thought you were weak. Hey, maybe you could join us. I mean no hard feelings, right?" Mokuba was loosing his grip a little, but not as much as Suzuki could slip out.
"Your offer... Suzuki... all my life I have always wanted to find my place in this world. But never seemed to find one... anywhere. And I'm still searching, but I don't think it will be with you, Suzuki, not with your heart and soul. And for that you shall die."
"Really? How are you going to do that?" Mokuba lifted up his other hand. It held a knife. Mokuba had slipped it out of Suzuki's pocket. Mokuba flipped the knife up and stabbed Suzuki in the neck. Suzuki fell to his knees. His hands turning red, they were being held over his neck. Suzuki fell over gasping for air.
"Let this be a warning to you, and to all bullies..." was all Mokuba said before flipping Seto onto his back and walking away.
It had been a few hours later. Seto had woken up in his bed. He found him to be in clean clothes. Seto lifted himself up. He was under the covers of his bed. The room seemed to be cleaner then he had left it before he was capture. Captured. Seto jumped out of bed and ran to Mokuba's room. Mokuba was laying there, staring up at the void ceiling. Tears were rapidly falling down his face.
Seto entered Mokuba's room. He starting walking towards Mokuba and out a hand to touch Mokuba.
"Go... please... I am a murderer..." Seto pulled back his hand. Seto knew himself that Mokuba didn't want to be comforted. He just wanted to be left alone. Seto walked backwards out of the room and closed the door. Somehow, Seto knew what had happened and what Mokuba had sacrificed. ************************************************************************ I'm afraid that is the end of this story. I might write a sequel to this, but anyhow. So tell me, was it good enough for ya? REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!