Okay, well, I've reached the end. I actually planned this chapter even before chapter two. Not before chapter one, though, because it had at first been intentioned to be a one shot, but anyways... I digress.

Here I used a bunch of Japanese words I didn't know the meaning of.

trueyamigirlfriend: thx!

Metalsilverarmor23: Thanks for the pocky, but I'll have you know that no amount of pocky in the world would make me change my mind. Truth be told, I hate pocky. Well, not hate it, but it makes me wanna barf. People think I'm crazy, but I sey the same thing about donuts, which further solidifies their beliefs. ((Donuts are nasty!))

Funky Egyptian: Oh yea! you reviewed! I thought you never would...

Chrisoriented: Yeah, I knew you weren't suggesting that song. But I had to slip in that comment, because just a few minutes (and I literally mean just a few minutes) before I read your review, I heard my sister talking about how Vindicated was so overplayed. And I understand the whole siggy thingy; I think my sis does it every time she sends an email. Plus she randomly sings her song of the day...

GalWivAGunblade: ... Why'd you have throw all the cookies! Ants are gonna get all over them, you know...

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh.

Chapter Five

I sit lightly on my bed, or the bed my body was... is occupying. I watch as I see my body gasping for air. You do too. I stare into your eyes, although you can't see me. You choke back your sobs. "I'm sorry Mokuba... I'm so sorry."

"Don't cry, Seto," I whisper softly, still knowing that you can't hear me. "Don't cry..." A single invisible tear rolled down my invisible cheek... I look down on my own face, oxygen mask and all. IV tubes sticking out of my arm. I distantly feel my heart pumping. And stopping.

"I'm sorry," Yami had said, placing a consoling hand on your shoulder.

You had shrugged it off, staring absently at the place where I had been breathing just a few moments before. They hadn't been able to bring me back. I knew it was my time to go. I didn't want to leave you though.

I watched for a while. I felt I had an obligation to. After all, I had died, leaving you alone. I watched for weeks. I don't know what you were thinking, though. I watched as my own funeral was put off as long as possible, my body being cryogenically frozen. I followed you when you went to the morgue to see my body. Cold, lifeless, limp, and blue. You cried. You cried alot. I've never seen you cry before, until I died.

You didn't go out much, only to see me. The rest of the time you spent in your room. I watched what you did in there too. Not much, really. Just write reports and stuff. You lead a very boring life.

There was one thing that was bugging me though. You spent hours writing something. I don't know how many times you rewrote it; I'd lost count a while back. I wondered what you were working on, but I knew I shouldn't read over your shoulder. It would be bad.

Weeks later, I stand at my own funeral. I'm all in white, of course, being dead and all, surrounded by all these people in black. I counted who you invited. You invited Yugi, of course. You invited the whole group. Even Joey, who I know you hate alot. I listen to the priest saying rites over my body. Its lips are still blue.

Everyone here in the cemetary is crying, except for you. You stand by yourself, almost out of earshot, under a willow tree. You watch with red eyes as the priests makes the sign of the cross over my open coffin. People lay roses in the coffin next to my body. Mostly white, signifying, well, my "pure angelness," as I heard someone say. I didn't know who said that though, but it was a sweet comment. Just before the coffin closed you walk up slowly and deliberately. "I have something to put in there," you say. Everyone turns to look at you.

"Mokuba was my one and only little brother. He meant more to me then anything else. He still does, in fact. I regret... not being a better brother. I felt it had been my duty to act as a parent to him, to make sure he had a good childhood. But it seems..." you trail off for a moment, looking down upon my face. "... I have failed." You bend your head down in mourning, and step forward to place an envelope in the coffin. Out of curiousity, I float forwards to read it. The outside reads, in your loopy cursive, just plain "Mokuba." "I'm sorry," you mutter, your voice cracking as you step back from the coffin. A tear rolls down your cheek. You watch silently as the coffin is buried. People walk up to you and say, "I'm sorry, Kaiba." You don't take too much more of it before you leave.

I don't know how, but I did get to see your letter, by the way. It read:

Mokuba,

I'm sorry Mokuba. I have failed you. I didn't know what you meant, your "point" in going to the movies. But... now I do. I'm sorry, Mokuba, if I've been... too much of an adult lately. I mean, too much of an adult... period. I never seemed to have time for you. And now I realize how incredibly foolish I've been, to do that. And how foolishly I had brushed aside your requests, for this past while, I haven't done anything for you. I'm sorry I snapped. I'm sorry I haven't been being a brother. But I paid the ultimate price, didn't I?

You won't be fogotten,
Seto

Somewhere now, in the Kaiba mansion, in a room where time stands still, a pillow is soaked with tears. The person that cries is no longer, in his eyes, a man. Or a boy. Or human, in fact. He deserves to be hurt like this. More than that; Seto deserved what Mokuba had got. He wished that, for one last time he had comforted his brother, for one last time seen his face. He wished that for once he had come into this room where his brother had been only just a while before, and told the boy he'd been stupid and ask to spend some time together. But for him the room is cold. It is a dark and endless void for him. For now, though, he cries himself to sleep.

Unknown to him, a little angel, a little tenshi, watches over him. Guarding him. "Seto, I'm watching over you. I always have, and always will." The angel fades away, his voice echoing in Seto's ears.

"Mokuba?" he murmurs in his sleep.

Owari