Wait For Me
A/N
Here is the forth chapter that I typed before I finished with the third chapter cause my inspirations wouldn't stop bugging me. -;
Warnings/Notes: Yaoi. #Seto's P. O. V.# CRYING ALERT!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Summary: Seto's arrival in America.
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I stepped up to the plane's detachable staircase slowly. Holding onto the rail, and taking one step up, I looked back at the airport with sad eyes. The wind was blowing my hair in my face wildly, but I ignored it. I heard my parents rushing me to enter the plane, but I ignored them as well. I knew I wasn't going to be comfortable with speaking to my parents for a while. Right now... I just wanted to be alone. All... alone... I heard quiet, tiny footsteps run to me from behind, and soon felt small arms wrap around my waist. I patted the person's mane, already knowing whom it was.
"Big brother?"
I sighed sadly, looking down with forlorn eyes at my brother's wide ones.
"... You... miss him?" he asked hesitantly and I immediately held onto the railing much tighter, my knuckles turning white.
I forced a small smile directed towards him as he smiled meekly back. "I... don't know..."
I looked away abrupty, not wanting Mokuba to know if I was lieing or not. Even though I think we both knew the truth. I felt him hug my waist tighter, snuggling his childish face against my stomach.
"Don't worry, big brother, I miss him too...We'll see him again though..." he said softly and it almost gave me reassurance and relief. But, it didn't. I just wish that was true...
I finally entered the plane, holding Mokuba's small hands in my own much larger ones. We'll see him again, won't we? I asked myself with full of doubt in my inner voice. No answer came, and I smiled bitterly at the realization that no one can.
The ride was silent and calm;peaceful and relaxing... But that didn't calm me one bit. Sitting in the back of First class, I was covered in shadows. I rested my head against the window, listening to the soothing sounds of the passing wind. Taking in a deep breath, I opened my eyes to half lidded ones, staring out into the blue and white wonder known as the sky. Touching the glass window lightly with my fingertips, I gently brushed them against it. Mokuba's head layed on my lap as I played absentmindedly with his hair with my other hand. My mind wandered to an hour ago at the airport, at the silent promises, and at the lies I had spoken. I didn't want to think back, the past is the past. I couldn't hang onto the past forever... could I? Not having been in this type of situation before, I casted my eyes down in confusion to the emotions running and radiating from and throughout me. I slowly grabbed my portable CD player lightly because sleep was in the proccess of shuting down my body, and pressed the 'Play' button. Instantly, the song started in my earphones, drifting myself off into a quiet slumber...
Please wait for me
If I leave your side
Please wait for me
And please don't cry...
Let me wipe those tears
And all your fears
Look into my eyes
Would I lie?
Leaving hurts me too
When I still love you
I'm not to blame
For all the pain
Just pelase wait for me...
Will you wait for me...?
When I had finally awoken from my slumber, I blinked sleepy twin cobalt eyes open. Looking out, I noticed it was dark already, either Japan's time flew by fast, or we're in America already. [1] Glancing down at my watch, it read 7:45 pm, way too early for it to be dark at this time. I concluded sadly that we were indeed in America. I sighed, trying to force a small smile, but failed miserably as my lips quivered. Sadness was again in my eyes and I looked straight ahead through the clouds at the sunset. And, it all reminded me...
Flashback
"Seto?" Yami glanced at said blue-eyed boy next to him.
"Hm?"
"Can you promise me something?" asked Yami with a small smile.
"Sure, what is it?" questioned Seto, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Can you promise me... whenever you look at the sunset--you'll remember and think of me?"
Seto smiled at Yami gently,"Of course..."
End Flashback
#Normal P. O. V.#
Seto casted his eyes down away from the sunset. "I do remember... I always will..." he spoke quietly, stroking Mokuba's mane as it still rested on his lap.
"We will soon be landing in California, I repeat, soon landing in California." a female voice spoke loudly into the intercom and disturbed Mokuba from his sleep.
Mokuba stirred and groaned softly, this movement telling Seto that he was awake. Seto shaked him lightly and lifted his brother's head off his lap. "Mokuba? You awake?" he asked gently. Mokuba blinked a couple of times before he broke into a smile,"Looks like it, Big Brother." Seto smiled back at him, though, sadly back at him. Mokuba, clearly seeing he hadn't been well this whole flight, said nothing of the small details he saw through Seto's smile.
"We're here, you know..." Seto spoke quietly after a long period of silence.
"...I do..."
Seto glanced at his brother worriedly. "You're not... sad, because I am, are you...?"
Mokuba looked away from Seto abruptly, speaking in a soft broken voice,"...how can I not be...?"
Seto drew Mokuba into a tight hug, causing the small boy to yelp in surprise a little. "Don't be, Mokuba... Don't be sad..." he whispered into his ear softly as he hugged him as if he was a stuff animal.
[I tried to avoid having A/N in the middle of the story, but I'm speeding it up here cause then I would really go into a lot of details. They are just getting their stuff in this section, so there's really no use.]
Once the plane glided to a stop, Seto's family including himself, stepped out of the plane, feeling the cool breeze blow against their face. Seto ignored everything around him though, holding Yoru in his arms after he had picked the neko up from his bag he placed her in. Mokuba ran over the short distance to Seto and clung onto his arm, daring anyone to even try and pry him off of his big brother.
Seto didn't protest, he just stared blankly around him, unemotionally. Seto parents glanced at each other at the state of their young boy being so quiet and bland. Deciding not to say anything about it, they called on a cab.
Inside the cab, Mokuba still held onto Seto fearfully while the older of the two stared out the window--nothing interested him. They soon stopped at their new house, a regular two story house with a large balcony. It wasn't impressive, but it was their new home, and Seto had to learn that he had to accept it. Somehow...
Seto was introduced his room right away inside his new house, noticing the blankness and emptiness of it. It was similar with Seto's eyes in a way, he noticed. Blank, empty, cold...
Seto walked hesitantly into the dark room, not even bothering to turn on his lights. Mokuba followed shortly after him, even though his parents protested. But Mokuba needed to be here for Seto, he wanted to look out for him, he decided firmly. He stopped in the middle of the empty room, watching Seto gaze around his new room slowly and then out the window silently. Mokuba took a step forward, starting to go to Seto, but stopped himself. He bit his bottom lip, uncertainty clearly in his eyes. What if Seto didn't want to be bothered? Maybe he should go and help his parents unpack... No! Seto might do something foolish, he reminded himself. He had to keep an eye on Seto from now on. From now on... he decided, he was going to be his guardian angel. He broke into a sincere smile at his determination to protecting Seto and walked out of the room, almost tentively.
Mokuba came back shortly into the room with a blanket in his arms. The room was much darker, not by the dimness and lack of light, but the feeling of the room... Mokuba scanned the room from right to left for his big brother--he couldn't find him. Panic rose in himself as his heart began to beat faster. Where was Seto?! He looked around frantically for him, almost going downstairs to tell his parents. And then he heard it... Faint, light, heartwrenchingly painful crying... He immediately relaxed visibly, but his heart never stopped beating or the concern that rose within him.
Mokuba clenched onto the blanket he held much tighter and walked hesitantly to Seto's form. Said older brother was cuddled in the darkest corner of the room, shaking while streams of tears fell quietly. Mokuba dropped to his knees, closing his eyes tight, not wanting to see his older brother in such a vulnerable state. He took a shaky breath and slowly drapped a blanket over his brother's shivering form, tucking him.
His parents walked in then with a large red cushioned chair. They didn't say anything as they placed the chair down and gave Mokuba a blanket. They glanced at Seto sadly before they walked away, after giving Mokuba a light kiss on the forehead. Mokuba stared after the couplet sadly, knowing that his parents were sorry. He shook his head sadly, apologies didn't change anything. They can't help the situation or change what was already done. They only cause more pain and guilt within people, Mokuba knew.
Glancing back at Seto, he knew he couldn't carry him by himself. He bit his lip and took a firm grasp of Seto's arms, half carrying, half dragging his crying brother. He felt tears moist into his shirt, but he didn't care. His objective right now was to bring Seto onto the chair, and that was all that mattered to him. Grunting at the weight of his brother upon his shoulders, he walked slowly, one foot by one over to the large chair. Seto didn't make any noise or even made a movement of stopping Mokuba from completing his task Once reaching his destination, he pushed Seto up onto the chair with difficulty but sighed when Seto was completely off the ground. The blanket was still on Seto loosely, so Mokuba wrapped it around Seto much tighter, hoping that it would be enough warmth for his older brother for the night. Taking a spot on the floor next to the chair, Mokuba curled into a ball and attempted to sleep--it was hard with Seto's tears falling on him though...
The night was beginning to be calm and peaceful as everyone was drifting off to sleep. Until the scream of a young boy was heard...
"No... Yami... I-I'm sorry... Yami!!"
Mokuba awoke, startled. He looked around quickly and knew that only one person was in the room; Seto... He looked up, expecting to see Seto on the big red chair, but noticed that the chair was farther away. Knowing that he constantly rolled over while sleeping, he crawled his way over to Seto. It was a difficult task though, the blanket wrapped around him, the heat weakening him, and his body still close to sleep mode. He could barley make fists with his hands at how fatigued he was now. But when he was starting to get closer to Seto then, he started to kneed his way over to his older brother.
He accidently tripped on his blanket, the blanket getting caught up in his knees. He sniffed, tears forming in his eyes, but he ignored the pain of the fall and crawled his way over to Seto, leaving his blanket on the ground. He stopped in front of Seto's form and saw the tears on his face that glistened sparkles from the light that broke through the barely opened door.
Mokuba sniffled softly as he took the long sleeve of his shirt and carefully wiped the tears on Seto's pale face. But they still kept on falling... He hurriedly wiped more and more tears, but, endlessly they fell... He hiccuped softly as he tried hardly not to cry. Giving up on his sleeve, he tried wiping them with his hand. His small palms gathering the tears that fell. "Don't cry, Big Brother... Please don't cry... " he whispered quietly through quivering lips. He rested his head on Seto's shoulder, and then, his tears too fell... along with his big brother... Feeling his hair getting soaked with Seto's tears, he looked up once again.
Seto's face was scrunched up in pain as his salty liquid continued to stream down his flustered face. He mumbled and shook his head a lot, about Yami and something about a letter. The sight would haunt Mokuba for his life, he knew... "I'm here, Big Brother... I'm here..."
"Seto..." Mokuba cried out softly with despair in his small voice. He clenched his eyes tight, hugging Seto tightly. "Please don't cry... Please don't cry..." He crawled into the chair beside Seto and lifted up the blanket that held his older brother warm. He crawled under it slowly, snuggling up to Seto's form. He then whispered brokenly,"I'll protect you Seto... You won't feel pain anymore..."
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A/N
[1] I know! It takes at least 3 days to get from and to Japan, but hey, this is a fanfic.!
So sad... I love the Seto and Mokuba scene, it was so sweet... - Well, okay, this whole thing is just screaming that it's a Seto and Mokuba brotherly love chapter. -;
Please RR and I'll love ya'll muchies!! - ::Muahz::
Ja ne!
Harika Huynh
P. S. I uploaded this with the third one cause the third one sucked and I wanted to make it up. - And for a sorry present because I haven't updated in the longest of times. -; So sorry about that as well! Also, I was trying to upload this for a long time as well as the third one, but my computer os sooooo slow! Thankfully though, I'm getting a new laptop next week. - That's a relief. It's my early birthday present--July 26, turning 16! - Sweet sixteen, Grins coolio.
Started typing this chapter: 05/14/04 at 6:45 pm-8:04 pm
Finished typing this chapter: 05/15/04 at 3:12 pm-5:58 pm
Posted this chapter: 05/16/04 at 2:30 pm
A/N
Here is the forth chapter that I typed before I finished with the third chapter cause my inspirations wouldn't stop bugging me. -;
Warnings/Notes: Yaoi. #Seto's P. O. V.# CRYING ALERT!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Summary: Seto's arrival in America.
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I stepped up to the plane's detachable staircase slowly. Holding onto the rail, and taking one step up, I looked back at the airport with sad eyes. The wind was blowing my hair in my face wildly, but I ignored it. I heard my parents rushing me to enter the plane, but I ignored them as well. I knew I wasn't going to be comfortable with speaking to my parents for a while. Right now... I just wanted to be alone. All... alone... I heard quiet, tiny footsteps run to me from behind, and soon felt small arms wrap around my waist. I patted the person's mane, already knowing whom it was.
"Big brother?"
I sighed sadly, looking down with forlorn eyes at my brother's wide ones.
"... You... miss him?" he asked hesitantly and I immediately held onto the railing much tighter, my knuckles turning white.
I forced a small smile directed towards him as he smiled meekly back. "I... don't know..."
I looked away abrupty, not wanting Mokuba to know if I was lieing or not. Even though I think we both knew the truth. I felt him hug my waist tighter, snuggling his childish face against my stomach.
"Don't worry, big brother, I miss him too...We'll see him again though..." he said softly and it almost gave me reassurance and relief. But, it didn't. I just wish that was true...
I finally entered the plane, holding Mokuba's small hands in my own much larger ones. We'll see him again, won't we? I asked myself with full of doubt in my inner voice. No answer came, and I smiled bitterly at the realization that no one can.
The ride was silent and calm;peaceful and relaxing... But that didn't calm me one bit. Sitting in the back of First class, I was covered in shadows. I rested my head against the window, listening to the soothing sounds of the passing wind. Taking in a deep breath, I opened my eyes to half lidded ones, staring out into the blue and white wonder known as the sky. Touching the glass window lightly with my fingertips, I gently brushed them against it. Mokuba's head layed on my lap as I played absentmindedly with his hair with my other hand. My mind wandered to an hour ago at the airport, at the silent promises, and at the lies I had spoken. I didn't want to think back, the past is the past. I couldn't hang onto the past forever... could I? Not having been in this type of situation before, I casted my eyes down in confusion to the emotions running and radiating from and throughout me. I slowly grabbed my portable CD player lightly because sleep was in the proccess of shuting down my body, and pressed the 'Play' button. Instantly, the song started in my earphones, drifting myself off into a quiet slumber...
Please wait for me
If I leave your side
Please wait for me
And please don't cry...
Let me wipe those tears
And all your fears
Look into my eyes
Would I lie?
Leaving hurts me too
When I still love you
I'm not to blame
For all the pain
Just pelase wait for me...
Will you wait for me...?
When I had finally awoken from my slumber, I blinked sleepy twin cobalt eyes open. Looking out, I noticed it was dark already, either Japan's time flew by fast, or we're in America already. [1] Glancing down at my watch, it read 7:45 pm, way too early for it to be dark at this time. I concluded sadly that we were indeed in America. I sighed, trying to force a small smile, but failed miserably as my lips quivered. Sadness was again in my eyes and I looked straight ahead through the clouds at the sunset. And, it all reminded me...
Flashback
"Seto?" Yami glanced at said blue-eyed boy next to him.
"Hm?"
"Can you promise me something?" asked Yami with a small smile.
"Sure, what is it?" questioned Seto, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Can you promise me... whenever you look at the sunset--you'll remember and think of me?"
Seto smiled at Yami gently,"Of course..."
End Flashback
#Normal P. O. V.#
Seto casted his eyes down away from the sunset. "I do remember... I always will..." he spoke quietly, stroking Mokuba's mane as it still rested on his lap.
"We will soon be landing in California, I repeat, soon landing in California." a female voice spoke loudly into the intercom and disturbed Mokuba from his sleep.
Mokuba stirred and groaned softly, this movement telling Seto that he was awake. Seto shaked him lightly and lifted his brother's head off his lap. "Mokuba? You awake?" he asked gently. Mokuba blinked a couple of times before he broke into a smile,"Looks like it, Big Brother." Seto smiled back at him, though, sadly back at him. Mokuba, clearly seeing he hadn't been well this whole flight, said nothing of the small details he saw through Seto's smile.
"We're here, you know..." Seto spoke quietly after a long period of silence.
"...I do..."
Seto glanced at his brother worriedly. "You're not... sad, because I am, are you...?"
Mokuba looked away from Seto abruptly, speaking in a soft broken voice,"...how can I not be...?"
Seto drew Mokuba into a tight hug, causing the small boy to yelp in surprise a little. "Don't be, Mokuba... Don't be sad..." he whispered into his ear softly as he hugged him as if he was a stuff animal.
[I tried to avoid having A/N in the middle of the story, but I'm speeding it up here cause then I would really go into a lot of details. They are just getting their stuff in this section, so there's really no use.]
Once the plane glided to a stop, Seto's family including himself, stepped out of the plane, feeling the cool breeze blow against their face. Seto ignored everything around him though, holding Yoru in his arms after he had picked the neko up from his bag he placed her in. Mokuba ran over the short distance to Seto and clung onto his arm, daring anyone to even try and pry him off of his big brother.
Seto didn't protest, he just stared blankly around him, unemotionally. Seto parents glanced at each other at the state of their young boy being so quiet and bland. Deciding not to say anything about it, they called on a cab.
Inside the cab, Mokuba still held onto Seto fearfully while the older of the two stared out the window--nothing interested him. They soon stopped at their new house, a regular two story house with a large balcony. It wasn't impressive, but it was their new home, and Seto had to learn that he had to accept it. Somehow...
Seto was introduced his room right away inside his new house, noticing the blankness and emptiness of it. It was similar with Seto's eyes in a way, he noticed. Blank, empty, cold...
Seto walked hesitantly into the dark room, not even bothering to turn on his lights. Mokuba followed shortly after him, even though his parents protested. But Mokuba needed to be here for Seto, he wanted to look out for him, he decided firmly. He stopped in the middle of the empty room, watching Seto gaze around his new room slowly and then out the window silently. Mokuba took a step forward, starting to go to Seto, but stopped himself. He bit his bottom lip, uncertainty clearly in his eyes. What if Seto didn't want to be bothered? Maybe he should go and help his parents unpack... No! Seto might do something foolish, he reminded himself. He had to keep an eye on Seto from now on. From now on... he decided, he was going to be his guardian angel. He broke into a sincere smile at his determination to protecting Seto and walked out of the room, almost tentively.
Mokuba came back shortly into the room with a blanket in his arms. The room was much darker, not by the dimness and lack of light, but the feeling of the room... Mokuba scanned the room from right to left for his big brother--he couldn't find him. Panic rose in himself as his heart began to beat faster. Where was Seto?! He looked around frantically for him, almost going downstairs to tell his parents. And then he heard it... Faint, light, heartwrenchingly painful crying... He immediately relaxed visibly, but his heart never stopped beating or the concern that rose within him.
Mokuba clenched onto the blanket he held much tighter and walked hesitantly to Seto's form. Said older brother was cuddled in the darkest corner of the room, shaking while streams of tears fell quietly. Mokuba dropped to his knees, closing his eyes tight, not wanting to see his older brother in such a vulnerable state. He took a shaky breath and slowly drapped a blanket over his brother's shivering form, tucking him.
His parents walked in then with a large red cushioned chair. They didn't say anything as they placed the chair down and gave Mokuba a blanket. They glanced at Seto sadly before they walked away, after giving Mokuba a light kiss on the forehead. Mokuba stared after the couplet sadly, knowing that his parents were sorry. He shook his head sadly, apologies didn't change anything. They can't help the situation or change what was already done. They only cause more pain and guilt within people, Mokuba knew.
Glancing back at Seto, he knew he couldn't carry him by himself. He bit his lip and took a firm grasp of Seto's arms, half carrying, half dragging his crying brother. He felt tears moist into his shirt, but he didn't care. His objective right now was to bring Seto onto the chair, and that was all that mattered to him. Grunting at the weight of his brother upon his shoulders, he walked slowly, one foot by one over to the large chair. Seto didn't make any noise or even made a movement of stopping Mokuba from completing his task Once reaching his destination, he pushed Seto up onto the chair with difficulty but sighed when Seto was completely off the ground. The blanket was still on Seto loosely, so Mokuba wrapped it around Seto much tighter, hoping that it would be enough warmth for his older brother for the night. Taking a spot on the floor next to the chair, Mokuba curled into a ball and attempted to sleep--it was hard with Seto's tears falling on him though...
The night was beginning to be calm and peaceful as everyone was drifting off to sleep. Until the scream of a young boy was heard...
"No... Yami... I-I'm sorry... Yami!!"
Mokuba awoke, startled. He looked around quickly and knew that only one person was in the room; Seto... He looked up, expecting to see Seto on the big red chair, but noticed that the chair was farther away. Knowing that he constantly rolled over while sleeping, he crawled his way over to Seto. It was a difficult task though, the blanket wrapped around him, the heat weakening him, and his body still close to sleep mode. He could barley make fists with his hands at how fatigued he was now. But when he was starting to get closer to Seto then, he started to kneed his way over to his older brother.
He accidently tripped on his blanket, the blanket getting caught up in his knees. He sniffed, tears forming in his eyes, but he ignored the pain of the fall and crawled his way over to Seto, leaving his blanket on the ground. He stopped in front of Seto's form and saw the tears on his face that glistened sparkles from the light that broke through the barely opened door.
Mokuba sniffled softly as he took the long sleeve of his shirt and carefully wiped the tears on Seto's pale face. But they still kept on falling... He hurriedly wiped more and more tears, but, endlessly they fell... He hiccuped softly as he tried hardly not to cry. Giving up on his sleeve, he tried wiping them with his hand. His small palms gathering the tears that fell. "Don't cry, Big Brother... Please don't cry... " he whispered quietly through quivering lips. He rested his head on Seto's shoulder, and then, his tears too fell... along with his big brother... Feeling his hair getting soaked with Seto's tears, he looked up once again.
Seto's face was scrunched up in pain as his salty liquid continued to stream down his flustered face. He mumbled and shook his head a lot, about Yami and something about a letter. The sight would haunt Mokuba for his life, he knew... "I'm here, Big Brother... I'm here..."
"Seto..." Mokuba cried out softly with despair in his small voice. He clenched his eyes tight, hugging Seto tightly. "Please don't cry... Please don't cry..." He crawled into the chair beside Seto and lifted up the blanket that held his older brother warm. He crawled under it slowly, snuggling up to Seto's form. He then whispered brokenly,"I'll protect you Seto... You won't feel pain anymore..."
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A/N
[1] I know! It takes at least 3 days to get from and to Japan, but hey, this is a fanfic.!
So sad... I love the Seto and Mokuba scene, it was so sweet... - Well, okay, this whole thing is just screaming that it's a Seto and Mokuba brotherly love chapter. -;
Please RR and I'll love ya'll muchies!! - ::Muahz::
Ja ne!
Harika Huynh
P. S. I uploaded this with the third one cause the third one sucked and I wanted to make it up. - And for a sorry present because I haven't updated in the longest of times. -; So sorry about that as well! Also, I was trying to upload this for a long time as well as the third one, but my computer os sooooo slow! Thankfully though, I'm getting a new laptop next week. - That's a relief. It's my early birthday present--July 26, turning 16! - Sweet sixteen, Grins coolio.
Started typing this chapter: 05/14/04 at 6:45 pm-8:04 pm
Finished typing this chapter: 05/15/04 at 3:12 pm-5:58 pm
Posted this chapter: 05/16/04 at 2:30 pm