Shattered Soul

A/N:Hey, everyone– it seems Cartoon Network has once again either taken Yu-Gi-Oh off or changed the time without telling anyone. That is annoying. I hope they don't do that with Samurai Champloo, 'cause that is one damn good show.

Here is a Mokuba chapter. (Not that you need to know, but I was inspired to write this last night while brushing my teeth. O.o) If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction for it, now, would I?


this ghost begins to live.

noticed at last, Noa

doesn't see my chair, he sees me. we are, in a way,

the same-

both prisoners of our limited bodies. he cannot

believe

that my legs are like broken axles in a machine- there, but not working.

Seto looks up, looks through me, looks

down. down at that damn chair. since when has one possession so defined my

whole existence? I must walk again.

must.

I don't tell Noa, don't tell anyone, and I ghost

downstairs, invisible in my bulky wheelchair, ignored by the servants and

certainly by Seto. he

ignores what disappoints him, and it disappears eventually, and I

am so afraid of disappearing. and I

don't want to be a ghost, unable to be with Noa now,

unable to feel. I wheel out from my room to the long second-floor landing,

feeling transparent. no!

Noa's helping, he loves me, loves me, loves me

sees me.

and soon Seto will, too. pushing up, out of my chair, waiting 'til

my feet look like they're in a good position, and

I lower myself gently, gently, and

PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAINPAINPAINPAINPAINOHGODMAKEITSTOP

darkness.

and then light, bright and glaring, which I squint up in to. clean,

sterile smell of a hospital, smell of covered-up

vomit, and steel tools, and confident doctors whose knowledge is questionable...

where is Seto?

he sees me, looks right at me...

looks away. no!

I feel myself disappearing, until I see my Noa, seeing me and not my useless legs.

I'm no machine to him.

to him, I'm real.

take this newfound gift of romantic love and run–

life's tragedies are not through with you yet. stay close to those you love

lest something tear them away

from you...

or each other.


I figured it was time to introduce a new plot device, other than Malik being guilty, Yuugi pining after Atemu, Mokuba and Noa acting fluffy, and so on. Only seven chapters left! Oh my god...