I know long time since last update sorry I had a big party last week end and I keep finding really interesting stories.
Chapter eleven: I can't live like than anymore.
Kaiba was walking quickly to his brother's room, he left for the hospital as soon as he got the phone call yet a part of him didn't wanted to believe it, it couldn't be true. He finally reached it, a few doctors and cops were waiting for him, he looked at the bed, they were right, it was empty, his little brother was no longer there.
"What happened?" Kaiba asked, all he was told when the doctor called him was that his brother had disappeared.
"We are not sure; when the nurse came for the normal check up the bed was empty." That doctor said.
"All right then, what do you think happened, he certainly didn't vanished just like that." Kaiba said in anger.
"Well the most probable scenery would be that someone took your brother for…well…to sell his organs." The doctor said hesitantly.
Kaiba's eyes widen but he quickly gained back his composure. "So what you mean to tell me is that someone could have entered here, took my brother and ran away without any of you to even realize it? What kind of hospital his that?" He said, making inhuman effort not to throw the policeman out the window.
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The only thing Mokuba could fell was endless emptiness, everything around him was dark and cold and he felt so alone. He wanted to call for someone, he didn't knew who, but he couldn't even move, that scared him even more but no matter how much he tried he still couldn't move. He could hear voice sometime, some he had never heard, but some other that were strangely familiar to him but he couldn't remember where he had heard them.
He couldn't think about anything, he couldn't remember where he was and why he was there, he was unable to remember who he was. Everyday he heard the same voice, he knew it was always the same voice but he couldn't remember who it belonged too, and neither could he understand what the voice was saying.
But he could realize the voice sounded sad, all day long all Mokuba could do was waiting to hear that voice, for some reason this voice made him felt safe. But one day it stopped coming, he waited for the song of this voice but he never heard it. He don't know how long he waited for it, maybe it was just hours, or maybe years. One day it finally came back, Mokuba saw it looked different, not as much sad as before, there was something new in it, but one, and only one of the words it said reasoned in his head; Goodbye.
Mokuba understood this word, he knew it meant he would be alone now, and he didn't wanted that, he tried to yell but still he couldn't do even the slightest movement, he was panicked, he didn't wanted to be left alone. He could sense himself falling but there wasn't anything he could do about it.
After a while it stopped, he didn't moved for a while, he than opened his eyes, for the first time as far as he could remember he was able to move. He looked up, he was outside, the sky was a bright blue and there wasn't even one cloud. He looked around, he was in what appeared to be a backyard, he could see an house not far and lots of kids toys everywhere on the grass.
Mokuba heard someone laugh, he turned around and saw a little boy, not even three feet tall, with long dark hair and two big almost black eyes, Mokuba recognised him; it was him, when he was younger, he could vaguely remember what had happened that day. Mokuba decided to just sit and watch.
The little kid kept running after a soccer ball, he didn't have three years yet; Mokuba smiled softly remembering that day. I remember, when we were younger Seto loved a lot to play soccer, he was really good at it, just as good as he was at anything he did but he really loved to play soccer, and I wanted to be just like him, while he was at school I passed all my days outside trying to play just like him.
The little Mokuba than started to run after the ball but he stepped on some other toy, he felt to the ground and started to cry. Mokuba smiled. It didn't even hurt when I felt, I was crying because I thought I would never be as good as my brother, I wanted too much to be just like him and him to be proud of me.
"What's the matter Mokie?" Said another kid.
Mokuba looked up, a small Seto had took the little Mokuba in his arm and was trying to make him stop crying. The little Mokuba quickly stop crying, he was hugging his big brother tightly in his arm. "I just wanted to be as good as you." He said still hugging his brother.
"Give you some time Mokie, one day I'm sure you'll be as good as me, you are just too young now. But you want to know something?" Little Mokuba nodded slowly. "You are way better than I was when I was your age." Seto said with a smile.
"Really." The little boy asked. Young Seto nodded with a smile.
That's just like Seto, well at least when we were younger, he was always there for me no matter what, every time I cried it was like he appeared next to me by magic. He was always so caring, now he's there for me only when he have nothing else to do or if my problems put he's precious company in danger.
Everything around him changed, he ended up in a house he didn't recognised, he saw himself still at the same young age sleeping, than a noise wake him up, it looked like a door slam. Little Mokuba rubbed his eyes before getting out of his bed, he exited the room and went to another one, Mokuba followed him.
"Big brother?" Said the little one stepping into the dark room.
Mokuba followed him and saw a young Seto sitting in a corner his knees brought up to his chin, he was crying. The little Mokuba slowly walked to his big brother. "Big brother? What's wrong?" He asked. Seto looked up at his little brother, that's when the kid saw his brother was crying, he did what his brother always didn't to him when he was in pain, he hugged him. At the start Seto was a bit surprised but he hugged back quickly, he held his little brother as if his life depended on it, still crying softly.
I was so surprised that day when I found my brother crying, I had never saw him crying before, this was so strange to me so I did the first thing that came to my mind, Seto always hugged me like that when I was crying so I did the same. I don't know how long we stayed like that, I never even knew why he was crying, he never told me, but I never asked either, all I know is that I never saw him cru after that day.
"Mokie?" Seto asked. His little brother looked up at him. "Can you stay with me for the night?" The little boy nodded and started to hug his big brother again.
Mokuba looked at himself, sleeping peacefully in the arm of his older brother with nostalgia. How could our lives turned upside down in one little night, we were so happy just the three of us, I never thought that the day after this we would be wake up by two policeman telling us our father had an accident during the night, what was he even doing outside anyway, I know he was home, he was the one who first send me to sleep that night before Seto woke me up with his door, he looked just fine and we didn't needed anything.
Everything changed again, this time he was at the orphanage, he saw himself again, this time he was a little bit older, probably around five years old, he was trying to catch back some toy bullies had stolen from him while they laughed at him. After a little while he gave up but his big brother jumped on one of them to get his toy. Mokuba looked as his brother give the toy back to his younger self.
Things have changed so much after we learned our father's death, well Seto changed, he was so different, he didn't acted different it was just as if something had change inside of him. He usually always was cheerful, always smiling for no reason, but after our father's death he kept his smile only for me, and there was always some sort of sadness surrounding him, both his eyes and his smile hid a deep sadness.
Things changed again, this time he was inside the Kaiba mansion. He was holding his brother's cloth as if his life depended on it, this was the first time they entered this damn place. That's when everything changed, my brother slowly stopped to take care of me, I almost never saw him and even when we saw each other he wouldn't say anything to me. I miss the time when he was caring, why did he stop taking care of me just like that?
Everything changed again, this time he was around 10, he was duelling Yugi in a game on monster capsule chess, and he lost, Mokuba knew what this time was, it was the death-t. Mokuba watched in silence, anyway there was no way to change the past, he watched with a tear running down his cheek as his big brother pressed the button that would kill him.
I was hoping to forget those times forever. Mokuba thought as he watched Yugi saving him. Those are the most painful memory I have, Seto kept ignoring me, he only paid attention to me when he could get something out of it, he always considered me a nuisance, I never understood what happened to him that made him change that much.
Things changed once again, this time he was in his brother's office, Seto, who looked pretty much the same as he could remember was working on his computer. Mokuba heard a soft knock on the door; Kaiba didn't even react to it. The door slowly opened and a head Mokuba recognised as his appeared in the crack.
"Seto?" He asked.
Kaiba didn't look up at him; he just kept working as if he was talking to an employee. "What is it Mokuba?" He asked without a look at his younger brother.
"Why didn't you come to see my soccer game?" Mokuba asked.
"I had work to do." Kaiba answered as if it was obvious.
"But you promised you'll come." Mokuba argued.
"I know Mokuba but I already told you I had too much work to do to go and watch some game." Kaiba said still working.
"But all you do is working, it wouldn't kill you to just take two hours off, you promised you would come." Mokuba half yelled.
"I already told you I had work to do Mokuba, I have to make sure Kaiba corp. stay on top." Kaiba said.
"But Kaiba Corp. always is on top Seto, you keep working all day long, you don't even pay attention to me, all I did was asking two hours of your life and you can't even give me that, I'm your brother in case you had forgot." Mokuba yelled.
"Well I'm sorry Mokuba but the world can't always rotate around you, I have more important things to do than watch some stupid game." Kaiba yelled back. "Now leave me alone, I still have a lot more work to do." He added with a calmer voice restarting to work.
Mokuba stood there; he could feel the tears running down his cheek. "So I think the world rotate around me? I'm not even important enough for you to just stop working and look at me?" He said his voice shaking. "Fine, if I'm so much a burden to you then I won't bother you any longer." He snapped as he ran out of the office and slammed the door.
The true Mokuba just stood there, thinking. It always ended up like that, after the death-t I though Seto was back but it didn't lasted long, every time I ask him to do something he always answer the same thing; too busy right now. That fight wasn't even a big one, I just locked myself into my room waiting for Seto to apologized, I stayed there for three days and still he didn't even realised it.
Most of the time those kind of fight would end up when Seto forcefully grab me by my wrist of my collar, once he let me go I usually yell that I hate him or want him dead before running out of the house, usually to Yugi. Still me he never came to apologise, I'm always the one to do it, as if it was all my fault and he never even realised I was gone.
I wonder what is going on, why am I seeing all those memories, I-I can't even remember what happened but it doesn't matter, my brother is gone. Wait that voice, that voice that kept talking to me, I know it, I'm sure of it, it's my brother's voice, he's there, he's back.
Mokuba sat quickly in his bed, he was breathing hard, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, he looked around, he didn't know this place, everything was white, he could hear a strange and repetitive 'bip' every second or so.
This looks like a hospital. Mokuba looked at his arm, there was an IV in it, his face turned white, he always hated needle, especially when they were in his arm. He removed it and stood up, that's when he realised something, or the bed was abnormally big, or he was small. The young Kaiba looked at himself, he was a kid again, but then if he was a kid, maybe Seto was back.
A smile appeared on the kids face as he hurried toward the door of his room but as he was in the door way he stopped. If I go back to him, thing will still be the same, I know I cant stay mad at him, he's my brother after all but I can't continue to live this way with him, I don't want to. Mokuba stood there for a while, as much as he wanted to just go see his little brother he didn't wanted things to continue the way they were going before he made his wish.
Mokuba had made it out of the hospital, he was sure if he stayed there his brother would eventually come, or send someone to get him back home. He walked in the city with no destination in mind; all he knew was that he couldn't go home. But right now there was noting he wanted except the reassuring arms of his big brother around him, he was alone in the dark he was also cold and he felt tired.
He was now in the central square, he looked up at the big clock, it was almost two in the morning, there wasn't really a lot of place he could go. He kept walking for a little while and ended up in a familiar neighbourhood, a small smile appeared on his face, he was sure his friend would understand and help him. He ran to the familiar house and started to knock on the door, hoping his friend would hear him.