Rath- Hello, this is just a one shot story, not much *shrug* Just felt like writin' a short story.
Set- Huh? *yawn*
Rath- Good morning, Mister Clueless.
Set- Hn. We no own *thud* ZzZzZzZz
Rath- Yu-gi-oh.
I stare down at him. 14 year-old. Mokuba was walking down the street, joking and talking with a group of friends. And am forgotten. I gaze at him from my office window, not caring who could see me. I want Mokuba.
Life loves Irony, and I am its next victim.
Mokuba needed me when he was younger. I was there, the big brother knight. I exiled the fears of a little child, I excused tears when emotions were hurt or knees were scraped while running around trying to drag my briefcase. But now. It isn't here. It isn't Mokuba who needs me… I need Mokuba. He is the only thing in my life that kept me going. My only candle flame in a dark, tortuous, chamber cell.
Life loves Irony.
The Big Five, Pegasus, Egyptian Fairytales, Destiny, Virtual Worlds and the Shadow Realm could not tear Mokuba away from me. And yet, in the middle of a peaceful era, he's gone. In a single moment, he gone, left, no longer do I exist? I barely see him around, no little voice saying 'Seto, wait for me!' or 'Seto, go to sleep, all people need sleep.' Now, it's a confidant, loud 'Good Morning, I'll see ya' later.' or 'I'm goin' to a friends house, be back in a few!' Sometimes even a slamming door with 'You don't own me, you're not my boss! Fuck off!'
All birds leave the nest, but this one was never meant to fly so far. I don't understand. All the problems, all the equations, all the technology, none are in compare to this. I am alone now. Everything I live for evaporated when he left.
I'm a simple tool, a replaceable inanimate object with no emotion, an unimportant person that can be replaced by another. I am as a ripple in the ocean to him, unimportant, never there, only to disappear among the others. A faceless phantom, soon to fade back into the shadows with the coming of daylight.
I sit on my desk, feet resting on the chair. Obviously, the only thing in life is one from me. My existence would be empty. Empty and as unreal as the virtual monsters I make. What's the point…if there is one… I play with a small gun I had resting on my desk. I could take it all away. One simple blow, all my fears and pain gone. If only. I run my fingers over the cold, black metal, thinking, thinking. What about Mokuba, would he be able to take on my death, the responsibility of company? Hn, what am I saying? He doesn't care for me, and no empire is immortal. He would probably sell it to the highest bidder.
I'm sorry, Mokuba. I want to be there to watch you grow, I want to watch you grow, your own empire and power scraping at the sky. And yet, what good would it be if you don't care if I'm there or not. I'm sorry, Mokuba.
I hold the gun up to my chest, right at my heart. My heart now wrapped in thorn wire and coated with ice, the flame that warmed it now gone. Let it shatter, let it break, for now it is useless to me. Let it die.
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Today Seto Kaiba was found fatally injured. He is currently in Domino Central Hospital his condition is still in question. Further information has not yet been released.
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A small choppy sound woke me. I feel my eyes move under my closed lids. I wake up to a white ceiling, but not mine. I sit up, grimace and fall back into a large, uncomfortable pillow.
'S-Seto?' A familiar voice says to me. I look over, and there's Mokuba. Mokuba?
'Seto!' He nearly screams and hugs me, I hiss into the regulator in pain. He yelps in surprise then sits down, hands moving in panicked jerky movements. Tears were running down his face. Why was he crying? It couldn't be…for me?
'Seto! You're all right! You're all right!' The tears fall faster now, and he begins to hiccup. I smile and soon my eyes threaten to spill.
'B-but, Mokuba, I-I…'
'Seto! Please don't leave me again, ple-!' I lean forward and put a finger on Mokuba's lips. He went quiet and I began to wipe away the tears, ignoring my own streaming down my face. I pulled him in for a hug and began to rock back and forth as I used to do when he had nightmares before. I closed my eyes and counted his breaths, burying my face into his hair. I ignored the rest of the world. I wanted this moment so badly and it was mine. After 4 years of being alone, this one moment is mine to have, to remember. To love again. He gently hugged be back. Tears fall freely from our blue eyes.
'I love you big brother.'
'I love you too, Mokuba, I love you too.'
Rath- Okay, maybe that was a little bit sad, but review, alright? Ja ne.
Set- Later!