A Cut

Silently Broken

Disclaimer: Don't own yugioh. Thanks to reviews who gave me ideas! Did you know that Mokuba means rocking horse?

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Seto had a problem with hallucinating. He knew it was so, but wouldn't accept it. He had a company to run. Mokuba didn't know, but he still told Seto that he was working way to hard. Seto just brushed Mokuba off, or so he thought. Sometimes, when Mokuba gave him his "lecture" Seto would be listening intently, then realize that Mokuba was no longer in the room and the time had dramatically change. Those were creepy. Sometimes, he would see no cars and cross. Luckily Mokuba pulled Seto aside, just in time and lectured him about working too hard. Seto found that when Mokuba was there, he imagined things less often. It annoyed them both when people stared. Seto wondered angrily why people were not so inclined to see two brothers talking. "Weird" he thought.

Mokuba was Seto's anchor to sanity. He needed him near at all times, to scare away the hallucination. However, Mokuba didn't know. He left for camp for a week to be with his own friends. During that week, Seto saw colors. Dark colors that needed to be lightened. The painters wouldn't do it, saying "It t'was preposterous". So Seto took the job upon himself.

When Mokuba returned, he saw Seto bleaching the soft pastel colored walls. "Seto, what are you doing?" Mokura asked incredulously. "The walls are too dark" answered Seto, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "So I'm beaching them to make them lighter" Mokuba knew then that Seto in dire need of help.

However, Seto never received that help. On one sunny day, Mokuba was playing the graden and thinking of a good physiologist that his brother could see. Seto was in his office and with his letter opener, looking at bills, junk mail, etc. Quiet suddenly, as he was opening an envelope, he accidentally cut his hand, from his palm to his wrist. Seto saw that it was not very deep, since it was just a letter opener, but he should clean it up as to not let it become infected. As he crossed the room and into the bathroom, he noticed the color of his blood. It was black! Not just black, but pure ebony. This color scared him, much more than the regular crimson color that comes out. Quickly, as if to lightened it, he let it soak in running water. It didn't stop! More and more dark ebony spread out. Seto was so focused on the color, that he didn't realized that the ice cold water was numbing his arm. He also didn't notice how much more blood was coming out. Seto was convinced that if he left his arm under the water long enough, the water would purify it. It wasn't until he was dizzy from all the blood loss and couldn't move, he realized his acts were fertile. He tried calling for one of servants or his brother, but he was too weak and the door was locked tight. The soundproof walls of his corridor didn't help either. He left on the verge of fainting when he noticed the water in the sink.

A cut drips red blood into the sink

Mix it with fresh running water

And you have a pretty pale hue of pink.

Seto laughed. A hollow sound of laugh. Here he was, dying of blood loss of his own stupid will and he was thinking about poems. It was all to much. Sighing, he lay down and closed his eyes and waited for Mokuba to find him. He was just so tired.

Mokuba called for his brother down the hall. Where could he be? He knew that Seto couldn't just disappear! He look at the hallway. The only place he had neglected to check was the bathroom. When he found it was locked he used Seto's master key to open. When he saw the sight that awaited him he screamed as if his whole world had shattered.

It probably had.

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O-O I just killed another character. Um please read and review? Thanks!