I Don't Believe in Myself
I don't own Yugioh, Justice League, Teen Titans, Static Shock, or Young Justice. Or anything else you see.
Author: Dimitri Aidan, with periodic aid from my fellow comic geek Aloysha, my fellow anime geek Shin, and Rochelle, who has this strange ability to construct entire universes in her head.
Dedications: Mechante Fille, for this is for you. Lookie, super-rich, super-hero, and super-arrogant! I think Seto wins this battle… Unless Wally hits the lotto.
Rating: R. This just starts out bad…
Pairings: …hah. I have no fucking clue. Boys kissing boys and probably girls kissing girls. See whenever I try to write het my account is frozen. Funny thing that.
Warnings: Language, Violence, Homosexual content (Slash/Yaoi), general nuttiness, AU of the end of YGO.
Notes: I'm not insane. Exactly. But c'mon! Like Seto doesn't have all the makings of the classic anti-hero.
Summery: Kaiba's never been the good guy but when someone tries to take the one thing that matters he decides to fight. He catches the eye of the Justice League who aren't sure if they should help him or destroy him.
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Prelude
Shots in the Dark From Empty Guns
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Seto Kaiba was your average eighteen-year-old multi-billionaire. …Well, except for the fact both of his parents were dead. And that his adoptive father had mysteriously taken a dive out of a window. And that he had to take care of his younger brother.
Oh, and associated with ancient spirits on an almost daily basis. If one ignored all of that he was pretty average.
Seto was pretty used to deaths threats and assassination attempts and kidnapping attempts and silly things of that nature. He had made a lot of enemy in his eighteen short years, mostly because of the last name he bore. If he'd grown up in the care of his parents he wouldn't be half as hated as he was, even if he retained his less than inspiring personality. His adoptive father had destroyed people, families, and even the occasional city to claw his way to the top.
And now all of that rested on Seto's shoulders. He'd like to say he bore this weight fairly well, never faltering or letting it affect him. He still worked day in and day out, trying to assure the best possible future for his brother.
It was sickeningly cliché but his brother was the only reason he did…anything. He didn't want Mokuba to have to work everyday or to sacrifice his childhood. Seto was more than willing to do all of that stuff for him. Kaiba Corp was nothing, the money was nothing, the servants and the mansion and even all of the technology was nothing.
Mokuba was the only thing that really mattered to him. He would kill for his brother, would take on creepy bunny-worshipping whack jobs, risk losing his soul, and duel on top of planes if for no other reason than to make sure Mokuba had everything he could ever want at his finger tips.
The irony of the fact that Mokuba asked for almost nothing wasn't lost on Seto.
He went out everyday and put himself in the public eye, despite all of those who wanted to destroy him in some twisted form of vengeance (ruin the son to pay back the father) he did it for his brother. Death was nothing so long as his brother was happy.
So yeah.
Cliché. Melodramatic. Over the top even. But Mokuba was all that mattered to him. He was all that Seto really had, the one thing nothing could take from him…the one thing he could never risk losing. To lose Mokuba was to lose everything.
It all became pointless.
So, knowing all this, it was easy to understand why Seto Kaiba, when standing over the bleeding body of his brother, would lose it just a little bit.
It had all happened in an instant. One moment he'd been watching Mokuba get out of the limo to go to school and the next minute a shot, clear and heart shattering, rang out. His brother fell and red seeped out obscenely, painting the sidewalk and rushing out so fast.
He didn't remember leaving the limo or the bodyguards rushing into the building across the street to take down the gunman. He felt the warmth of blood on his hands, seeping through the knees of his school uniform acutely and wondered why nothing was…happening. His brother was breathing raggedly, red pooling at his lips and Seto touched his cheek, smearing red and wishing that he hadn't.
He heard the gunman in the distance; voice high pitched and stretched too thin, screaming about he would be the one to destroy Seto Kaiba and how he deserved this. How he deserved to pay. How he had to be alone and wanting, searching, like he was alone and would always be alone because of him.
Seto blinked.
Alone. He wanted him to be…alone. Wanted to take what he had from him. Without Mokuba…it was all so pointless. His entire life was pointless.
He couldn't allow that. It couldn't mean nothing.
He wouldn't let it.
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End Prelude
Chapter One: The fate of Mokuba, the truth behind the gunman, and Seto's decline into something resembling insanity. (It's all tragically Batman-esq…but it worked.) Written whenever I decide on a cool hero name for Seto. Suggestions are nice.
