Distant Brothers

Chapter 7: Life goes on

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh.

Before he knew it he collapsed to his knees and began to sob. Everything unexpectedly hit him at once. He didn't know what to do anymore. Things had gotten too intense for him. His burdens he had been carrying for so long were finally too much for him to handle. Just once he wanted someone to tell him everything was going to be okay, that they would get through this together, that they loved him. The only one who would most likely fill in that spot would be Kaiba Seto--The only relative Mokuba lived with and that he had left. Though, it didn't look like Seto was going to do any kind things to his brother anytime soon. They had just gotten into a huge fight. Plus, before they fought it seemed like Seto hated Mokuba, what chance was there that he didn't hate him less after their quarrel?

"I'm...Trembling..." Mokuba whispered wearily to himself. He was shivering from the cold weather in the region he was currently in. It was still raining fiercely; it showed no sign of showing mercy to the young Kaiba. His clothes were drenched; as if they had just come out of the wash. This made the youth tired due to the fact he had to carry the extra weight of the water that was absorbed into his clothes.

"I need to find a place to sleep...And to stay dry." Mokuba thought aloud quietly. He could go back home and try to pretend that nothing happened between his brother and him. But he couldn't. He couldn't go back to the place where he didn't belong. It would be awkward for him.

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The tears of the sky continued to fall from the sky. It seemed that the one above was mourning with Mokuba; As if it was sharing the pain the black haired boy held in his destroyed self. The rain soothed him, somewhat. It made him be able to think, to feel relaxed as well.

Mokuba had been walking mindlessly for a long time. He could not remember the exact time because he was not being aware of where his feet took him. He was trapped in his thoughts, in himself.

The feet of his were put to a halt the moment he saw where his body had taken him. In front of him was an enormous building that was blue and white. There were many fields, as well as beautiful trees. The flowers weren't glamorous at all. They were drooping, their faces almost touching the dirt floor. Their pose resembled a sad figure looking down in shame. However, their state was from the hard pouring rain. It had drowned them from the more than enough water. The building that stood there was Mokuba's school.

Very stupid. This was all just stupid to him. All these things that were happening to him were stupid. Why did he have to suffer? He was rich; he had everything anyone could possibly want. Or did he? Was it true that anyone could have all the riches in the world and still be unhappy? It seemed like it was. Above all, being loved and cared for was worth more than any material thing.

After investigating the area and moments after he regained his senses, Mokuba noticed a tree that was perfect for shelter. It was in the front yard of his school though. It wasn't the best place to take refuge from the world since anyone passing by would see him. But at time like this there was no need to worry of such a thing.

He sat down under a huge tree branch that kept the rain away from him. This way he could at least try to get his clothes to be dry. However, there wasn't a high possibility that his clothes would become dry, even if the rain wasn't touching him. The cold atmosphere wouldn't allow Mokuba to become dry.

"Kenji...What would you do if you were in this position? Would you run away from it all? Would you hide? Or would you just let yourself die to escape from it all...To escape from yourself?" He asked as he gazed at the clouded sky. In a way he was asking himself those questions, but asking Kenji at the same time.

"Life is strange..." He began. It seemed Mokuba was keeping himself calm by talking to himself. "...You can be happy one moment, and then you can crash and feel sad."

Mokuba picked up a small twig then started to draw circles in the clump of disgusting looking mud right next to him. It allowed him to collect his thoughts.

"Sometimes you can have all the riches in the world and be able to buy anything you wanted, but you would never be happy." He looked at his small collection of circles drawn in the mud innocently.

"And sometimes even though you are like that, you can have a friend who can help you continue to have faith in life, in yourself....But...There are also times when that one friend, who seems to be the only person who cares about you...just leaves you...just dies..." In order to restrain his tears he bit his lip. However, his tears were still about to come out so he bit his lip harder, no concern of hurting himself at all. A tear fell down his right cheek which caused him to bite his lip so hard that blood emerged.

The young Kaiba licked some of his blood to try to make it stop, but the taste was not pleasing at all to him so he spit it back out on his circles in the mud.

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He tapped his finger on his desk like a machine; never stopping. He would look at his window that had a view of the majority of the dark rainy Domino city then look back at his computer screen. Could it be for the first time the cold hearted Kaiba Seto was distracted from his work by something other than stress?

"He said he hated me..." He gritted his teeth then glanced at his window once more. Seto then stood up off of his soft chair and gazed at the city he lived in then looked at the exit door of his office.

"...Mokuba..."

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"The rain won't stop." Mokuba shivered. Maybe it would have been a smarter choice if he took refuge in a building, or at least some where that was warm.

"At this point I guess this place is good enough for rest." Mokuba sighed with disappointment and then laid down on the wet grass. Before he closed his eyes he made sure his body was lying directly above the tree's branches that were full of leaves to shelter him.

To give his mind some peace he fell asleep.

At least in his dreams he didn't have to face anything bad or feel sad. It was like a place he could escape to for some rest from himself and reality. Too bad dreams for him often came. Most times whenever he slept it wasn't pleasant. Sure he did sleep, but it felt like he wasn't sleeping. It was like he didn't get a comforting sleep. He experienced this often ever since he fell into depression. At this moment it was different though. He slept without the feeling of discomfort. It was peaceful and comforting to him.

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An hour or less later, he awoke with distress from rain drops dropping on his face. His mind was blank for one moment, and then all his worries and sadness hit him and jogged his memory to why he was where he was. And as soon as that came to mind, he began to feel very cold again.

"I wonder what life would have been like if we were never adopted...Would brother still have been happy? Would he have smiled?" Mokuba looked at the grass he sat on. The blood that fell from his mouth before he went to sleep was no longer a priority for Mokuba to care for. It had become dry at the same time as he was asleep so it was no longer needed to pay attention to it.

"...If I wasn't born...Mother would have been still alive...And brother would have been happy...He would have still had parents...I wish I was never born..." He sniffed as he hugged himself in order to attempt to keep himself warm. Of course it failed. His clothes were still damp. It seemed like they had gotten even more wet, but there was no way to prove his assumption. But, thinking that contributed nothing. He was cold and so was his heart. With no one caring for him he forgot to be himself and to be happy. There was no telling if he would ever return to the carefree child he once was before he and his brother were adopted. Mokuba would give anything to return to the orphanage. All the riches and glory meant nothing to him and it probably meant nothing to Seto as well.

"Why...Would you wish something like that?" A calm quiet voice asked from behind him.

"What?" Mokuba jumped in surprise. Hearing someone speak to him scared him due to the fact he was so caught up in his own world he forgot about the things surrounding him. The young Kaiba turned around to face the owner of the male voice. He knew very well who it was; he just didn't want to believe it was true.

"...Life...Is something you yourself should treasure..." The figure continued from the shadows. Because of the weather, it made it unclear for Mokuba to see who was talking to him. Though it didn't matter if he could see him or not.

"You have no right to say that." Mokuba spat back bitterly. He was on the verge of crying but his anger that came out wouldn't allow it.

"Mokuba..." The male figure came up to Mokuba and sat down on the wet grass next to him, carefully avoiding the mud puddle at the same time. He was drenched in water from the rain that was still falling. His hair looked like someone's hair would look like once they woke up in the morning. However, the most noticeable thing about him was his eyes. His lifeless blue eyes.

"Why did you come...Brother." Mokuba asked with his face turned away from Seto. He wouldn't look at him, not even once. He was too upset from him to do so.

"To be honest, I don't know." Seto replied as he gazed at the cloudy unclear still rainy sky.

"No....I do know..." Seto quickly added. He paused for a moment then continued; "You are my brother...I am not supposed to be so cruel to you. It goes against what I promised long ago."

"Well it doesn't matter if you say that you aren't supposed to do that. You did it and that's all there is to it." Mokuba frowned angrily. Though, the older Kaiba did not see this because Mokuba still wouldn't look at him.

"Mokuba..." He looked away in defeat. It was too late for him to comfort his brother. Mokuba had to deal with all the pain and loneliness inside him for so long without any help he had gotten use to it. He didn't want anyone to come to his aid. And since no one ever came to help him, he had lost hope in others and in himself.

The wealthy CEO just stared at the back of his brother. It wasn't entertaining at all for him. It seems he was just zoning out. To pass time by maybe? Or was he just in a deep train of thought?

"It is cold outside, isn't it?" Kaiba casually spoke as he took off his coat and put it on Mokuba's back.

Mokuba blinked. His brother had noticed that he was shivering from the cold. Someone had actually showed him that they cared about him. It thrilled him greatly and made him crack a smile. Whenever Mokuba felt happy, negative thoughts always came along. It wasn't something he meant to do, it just happened. Knowing that his brother showed signs of caring for him reminded him of the times when his brother didn't care about him at all. Such as when he would yell at him and curse, and that no one else cared for him, except Kenji. He at least cared about him. But, he died.

"Dead...Just dead..." Mokuba began to cry silently. Seto noticed from the corner of his eye that Mokuba had finally shifted his head and the side of his face was at last viewable. Certainly the older Kaiba did see his brother weep noiselessly but he didn't want to provoke him in any way so he kept his distance.

"Why did you care?" Mokuba whispered sadly then proceeded to falling into Seto's arms. The warmth of someone making contact with him made Mokuba feel alive a bit. Mokuba then bawled.

"Mokuba..." Seto spoke softly. He made a slightly sour face and returned a hug to his brother. He felt awkward doing it because he never did anything of that sort. However, even though he wished to not do that, he needed to. Most likely the weird feeling would go away if he would do those types of things more often.

"I've been so alone..." The youth sniffed. He was so overwhelmed with his crying it was hard for him to speak and at some points breathe.

"I felt like going to bed and never waking up again...At some points I just wanted to die...I wanted to die...But...I was afraid to die..." He struggled to explain to his older brother. In response to what Mokuba said, Seto's eyes widened greatly. He couldn't believe that his brother had wanted to die.

"...I have no clue why I am telling you all this. You have been the enemy to me all this time. I guess I just needed to let it out. I needed to tell someone." He wiped away a tear in his eye.

"Look..." He paused. To some extent didn't want to say what he wanted to say. He didn't know how to word it correctly, and he was somewhat afraid to say what was needed to be said. He was afraid of what Mokuba's reaction would be. Possibly the younger Kaiba would get angry at him, and say he words were a bunch of lies. Though, while thinking it over more, Seto decided to just go with whatever would happen.

"I know I haven't been the best brother to you. Because of what happened today, I now see that." He retracted his arms from around his younger brother and pushed himself away from his younger brother, but still kept eye contact.

"I can't take back all the bad things I did and all the other bad things that hurt you. I also can't say things will automatically become better from here on. But, I can say that I will at least try to be, no, I will be a better brother to you and treat you nicely." He finished.

"Do you promise this time you will keep your word?" Mokuba asked sadly. The thought of his brother going back on his word again made his stomach feel sick.

"I promise."

The End

I wrote a lot for this last chapter, didn't I?

I decided I should have a note like this at the end of each of my fics, so here it is! Thank you to all those who read and reviewed Distant Brothers. Seeing so many people love this story really makes me feel happy. Though, looking back at this story I do wish I wrote more in chapters and worked on making less simple sentences, but I am working on getting better at writing so I do not mind! Thanks for all your input on telling me what I should do to be a better writer. I hope you all take the time to read and review my other stories--and the ones that are to be posted in the future!

-Mokuba-chan