Distant Brothers

Chapter 6: The fight

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh.

To the one who asked; Kenji is an OC

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Since the funeral held for the death of Kenji that Mokuba attended two weeks ago, nothing has gone well for him mentally and physically wise. Everyday he would barely make it on time to school.

All of his classmates feared him. He truly looked like he was among the dead; walking around with not a care that his hair was a mess or that he resembled a zombie, not a care for anything in the world. He wouldn't have even cared if he crossed the street and a car hit him. Things were getting that bad.

Part of his depression came from his home. Kaiba Seto, his only living relative that somewhat cared for him, was too wrapped up in his own life and business to take the time to aid Mokuba. Because of this, Mokuba was left secluded. He forgot how to show love, to show anyone that he cared about them, whether it be a platonic, friendly or even true love. He hadn't felt loved for the longest time either.

Before his eyes his life was shattering, and so was he. And unfortunately for him, it was too late to stop himself from being destroyed. He would forever have a mark left in him. The mark of the pain he had to witness, and feel.

Another thing was his voice. It was almost gone, gone as in not used. The anxiety he developed made him frightened. Afraid to speak to others. Afraid to be around anyone. He couldn't trust anyone. The only person he could trust and talk to was himself.

But, he had somehow gotten use to it. It was nothing foreign to him. The young Kaiba knew what he felt would never go and that he could not do a thing about it so he adjusted to it to ease the pain, somewhat.

His friend is dead, his brother is a jerk and he has no friends and his voice is gone.

"This is it..." He mumbled to himself. "...This is my life...Is this what I wanted to be?" Mokuba's eyes were hollow as glass.

"Mokuba!" Seto unexpectedly stormed in to his younger brother's room.

He did not dare provoke his older brother by not responding so he spoke; "Is there something....That you need, brother?"

"Look at this! Look at this fucking thing!" He slapped downward two pages that were stapled together onto Mokuba's writing desk.

"It is your damn test you took two weeks ago! Does this big '31' on the paper in red make you wonder why I'm mad?!" He bellowed at his brother.

"...." It didn't matter to Mokuba at this point. There was no point in chatting. His brother was just going to yell at him. It was just best for him to stay silent in case he got harmed or that his feelings came out and he started to cry. By blocking out his brother's words maybe he wouldn't feel so bad?

"Well?!" He sharply pointed at his brother. "Explain to me right now why you failed to do well on this test!"

"Answer me!" He grinded his teeth. "Answer me now!"

"..." Mokuba carried on staying quiet. If his older brother didn't start to shout so intensely, he would have almost certainly answered him by at the present, but he was too afraid to now.

"You disrespectful ass..." Seto grabbed Mokuba by his shirt collar. He then yanked Mokuba forward to him, and then threw him to the ground.

"Are you happy now?! Are you happy that you've fucking pissed me off?! Are you happy?!" He spat coldly.

"...." Mokuba's eyes started to water up. He was going to cry, but the tears wouldn't come down. Instead of his sadness falling out, something else did. Something that he never thought would ever come out at this time in his life. His anger did. He stood up quietly.

"No! No I'm not happy now! You've never paid attention to me! Never once! Ever since Gozaburo made you like this you've never treated me nicely! And I don't give a damn anymore!" Mokuba shouted back.

"My best friend Kenji died and you still treated me like shit! My feelings have never been taken accounted for and I don't know if I'll ever forgive you for that!" He finished with his body shaking a bit. For once, he had been brave. If the younger Kaiba had noticed just now that he was courageous enough to stand up for himself for the first time, he would have felt a small amount of confidence in him build up. But, now he was too busy facing his older brother to realize what bravery had just taken place.

Seto stood there in shock. His little brother actually talked back to him; disrespected him. He had never thought he would see this day come. It didn't sadden him, it didn't disappoint him, and it didn't make him proud that Mokuba stood up for what he believed in; it angered him.

"So you wanna talk back to me you little brat!?" He started but Mokuba cut him off;

"Yeah I wanna! You made me sad! You hurt me badly! I don't know how much I can take anymore! I wish that Gozaburo and you never met!" The sadness in Mokuba was now on the surface, but it hadn't fallen out completely. Though, he was still angry. Angry at his brother for treating him badly and angry at Kenji; angry that he left him by dying. Mokuba knew it wasn't Kenji's fault he died, but because of his mental state, he was ready to blame anyone for anything.

The fight had heated up. Never before had the two Kaiba brothers fought. This was the first time. Though there were 'one-sided' fights. Those were of Seto yelling at Mokuba for being stupid or any other mediocre or good reason he had to yell at him, but Mokuba wouldn't fight back the insults he was given, thus making it a some-what 'one-sided' fight.

But, every fight any brothers or siblings had was never supposed to be very bad. This fight was bad, but at this moment it would get worse.

"Well if mother hadn't given birth to you then she wouldn't have died and I would have never met that bastard!" The words that came out of Seto struck Mokuba badly. Seto didn't think before saying those words. He should have. Now what would become of their relationship?

Mokuba bit his lip hard as a river of tears fells down his pale cheeks. "I...I hate you..." He began to step away from Seto.

"Wait..." For once in a long time Seto's face expression turned to a concerned look. "...I didn't...I didn't mean it....It's not your fault...Mokuba..." He held out his hand to attempt to bring his brother back to him.

"...I hate you!" Mokuba bawled back as he ran out his room while trying to stop himself from crying.

"Wait...Mokuba!"

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You're not supposed to say those things

You're not supposed to at all

What the hell were you thinking, brother?

He ran. He didn't know where he was going. As long as it was away from his home and his brother, anywhere was good enough for him.

That was it. There was nothing to it. Mokuba thought he was worthless. His brother even admitted it by saying those words. If he wasn't worthless then Seto wouldn't have said those painful words that stabbed Mokuba in the heart deeply. Life seemed like just something that made you miserable. Would he end it all? He didn't know. He was unsure of everything and himself. The young sad boy needed some time, and a place, to think. To think of everything that occurred and to ponder what to do, and if he should even go back home.

"I gotta go meet with the only person I know who will listen to me...Who still likes me..." Mokuba said then sniffed as he continued to run.

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"Damn it all...Damn it all..." Seto repeated to himself as he paced back and forth in his office while staring out his window. He didn't know what to do either. And he also did not know why he spoke those words. Could the relationship between the two be broken forever because of that fight? Or would their relationship be permanently broken all because of just what he said?

He took a deep breath. "I'm sure he'll come back...Yes...He will come back, I have nothing to worry about." He glanced at the outside from his window. It was beginning to rain. Not only that, the sky was getting darker. It looked very depressing.

"Damn, it's raining..." He gritted his teeth. "No..." He seated himself in his chair. "...That isn't a bad thing...I'm sure Mokuba will come back right now...I have nothing to worry about."

As if he and his little brother never fought and that Mokuba never left, the CEO just worked on his computer.

"In response to your last comment..." Seto said to himself as he typed what he spoke.

Tiny hits against the glass window tempted the older Kaiba to look, but he tossed the idea out of his mind and tried to work, but he couldn't. So he turned around to look at the view of Domino City once more.

The rain had gotten harder. The environment was very dark and barely anything could be seen. Looking at it reminded him of being in a dark room, and that Mokuba was gone.

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The outside stone floor had fresh mud tracks of small sneaker footprints. All of the muds lead up to a young boy that was soaking wet. He was standing with his head bowed down in front of a stone, a tombstone.

"Kenji..." Mokuba whispered.

"It might be cold out here...But that doesn't matter now...I need to talk to you." He clenched his soggy shirt tightly, struggling to hold back his crying spells.

"Everything has been bad since you left...And brother has been treating me even worse than before...I really hate it....It makes me sad..." His hair bangs fell in front of his eyes. The rain was coming at Mokuba with no sign of stopping. Great amounts of rain were falling from the murky sky. If one merely stood there for a short quantity of time, it would be like taking a shower.

"I felt hatred against you for awhile not long ago....I hated you...I hated you for dying...I wanted to blame someone for my unhappiness...So I had blamed you...But it's not your fault...It's not your fault at all...And I'm sorry for saying it was…" Clear liquid emerged from his once beautiful and happy eyes of Kaiba Mokuba.

"...I didn't wanna cry here. On my way here I promised myself I wouldn't cry here, in front of you. But...I don't think it is such a bad thing after all..." He put a halt to wiping away the water coming from his eyes and allowed himself to let the water fall. It was no longer forbidden to him to cry anywhere or anytime, anymore.

"I bought you something before I came here...Something that you wanted...." Hiding under his shirt was an object wrapped around a plastic bag. He took the bag out and placed his hand in the plastic bag and took out a slim rectangle shaped container.

"...It's...It's the game you wanted...The one you went to get on that day...I got it for you..." He set the game in front of the tombstone that belonged to his best friend.

To Be Continued

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