A Cut
Silently Broken
Disclaimer: Don't own yugioh
Did you know that Mokuba means rocking horse? I know, I'm random. X D
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Mokuba felt the damp, angry and depressed tears on his face and his pillow. He had had an augment with his brother. Make that, his now deceased brother. Mokuba absolutely loathed himself now. He had left his brother when he knew he needed counseling to a camp. All because he didn't want to see his brother. His brother never received help.
The fight had started when he and Seto argued about their step – father Gozabura. Seto had gone through all the abuse he got from their adoptive father Gozabura so Mokuba would be safe. When Seto blamed him for that in the argument so he just had enough of him. Thus, when the camp came up, Mokuba couldn't refuse.
Now, because of him Seto was dead. And the augment wasn't so incorrect after all. Mokuba felt like he ruined Seto's life and made him so cold and lonely. It was him, he thought, that caused all of this. If he didn't exist, none of this would have happened.
More tears joined the ones on his pillow, causing him to shake. "Aw, what the hell", he thought and let all of his tears out. Finally, his crying ceased and now and then he took a shuddering breath. It was funny, he thought, now that Seto was gone, no one was there to comfort him. He could cry for days and no one would care, no..one..would..care… Because everyone who ever did, was now dead. He let out a hysterical laugh, which quickly turned into fresh sobs. "No", he thought, he wouldn't go off the deep end, not just yet. He needed to do something first.
Now he had come to the conclusion he should have the pain that Seto had to go through. He needed to be able to feel the pain just like his brother felt.
Taking a knife from the cupboard in the kitchen, he went into the bathroom. It was a practical knife, sharp, thin and medium sized. He tested the blade on a finger. A thin line of blood followed the blade. It was sharpened to perfection.
Taking a deep breath, he gripped the knife tightly and plunged it in. First he did the gently, then he pushed harder as he reached the large blue vein that led to the arteries. He quickly did the same to the other side.
The pain was greater than he imagined and the blood pouring out was more than he anticipated. He didn't want to die! He had just wanted to have a little pain! But he had cut too much. He grimaced at he sharp pain and coughed, while blood poured from his mouth into the sink.
The pain was so great that Mokuba began to think that maybe, maybe, it wasn't that bad to die. He placed his torn and bloody wrists under the faucet and let the ice - cold water run. The cold water, he knew, would cause the blood to run faster.
A cut drips red blood into the sink
Mix it with fresh running water,
And you have a pretty pale hue of pink.
Mokuba frowned at himself. How could he be thinking about poem stanzas when he was dying? He smiled though, as darkness started to claim him. Soon, it would be all over. As he fell to the floor, his eyes brightened as he saw something only he could see. When his pulse started to slow and then stop, he smiled and died with these words on his lips.
"Big Brother!"
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OMG! I killed Ryou, Jou, Malik, Yugi, Seto, Bakura, Yami and Mokuba! wah! My poor little characters! Now, if there are no more suggestions, this fic is now officially complete!
