Disclaimer: Baby I don't need to own Yu-Gi-Oh to write fanfiction.
Penname: LiveLoveLaugh
FanFiction Story: No Such Thing As Soulmates
Summary: Mokuba realizes the unspoken love Seto has for Anzu, he ran away, only to be transported five years into the future. Can he fix the damage he had inflicted on his brother, or stand idly by as it all perishes? SetoxAnzu SetoxShizuka
AN: You'll have to read into this chapter to understand the plot…
Chapter Two
Independent Dignity
The limo ride home was a silent one.
Mokuba would always seem to have never been able to shut up, perking up a million questions for his brother to answer or blab about today's events through stuffed mouthfuls of take-out hamburgers. Seto Kaiba would nod along, spoke when necessarily. Of course he was always in good state ever since the Duel Monsters Extravaganza, it felt like the little boy had the same big brother he once had back in the orphanage.
Seto sat down unmoving, looking out of the window with glazed focused eyes at every passing tree and people who walked in the streets dressed in their polo shirts and shorts in this nice sunny weather. His fingers rotated the circular rim of his hat, feeling the soft rub of blue velvet with his rough thumb pads. Regret and sadness was written like graffiti on his angel-carved face.
His brother knew he was replaying the park scene over and over again, remembering the last words the girl with beautiful azure eyes had said to him. Her lips moving, her warmth emitting, her breath coming out in and out rhythmically with her soft tresses dancing in the light playful wind, the kind of playfulness Kaiba had never accepted on his part.
She wrapped her arms around him tightly, reminding him that he was human for that few seconds that felt like a longtime of contentment and comfort. Seto smelled her chamomile apple scent, sweet and crisp like her. Seeing her leave only made him even lonelier.
Happiness runs in her blood as loneliness and hurt pumps through his ink-stained veins.
For once, Seto didn't seem want to open up his laptop and check the Kaiba Corp. stock markets twice like every other day. He didn't seem to want to yell at his imbecile employees about the company and laboratory researches he wanted done at every precious second, he wasn't mumbling out mathematical equations in head to rotate more perfect completions into his ingenious creations. Hell he wasn't even firing people, which claimed to be his favorite pastime!
He was thinking. He was thinking so hard, he was so kept to himself, and he knew she made him into this—this machine that propelled on his own and sucked the marrow out of his strong bones, creating Seto Kaiba into this weakling...
His narrow sharp blue eyes were so distant, Mokuba wondered if he knew his younger brother sat next to him.
Was it always Anzu Mazaki? Mokuba asked himself, looking at Seto's stony form.
He loved his big brother because…because he knew his big brother would always be there for him, to turn all of his attention to him, to give him the things he desired…to be the only one Seto cared about…
Now…now since the thirteen year old boy was old enough to think about girls, about relationships, about love and sex—Seto must have thought about it too.
Would Anzu be the girl you want? The raven-haired boy assumed disbelievingly.
He felt something so intense twirling within him, turning and twisting his stomach, his heart into painful knots, like nothing would get in the way of his big brother and him. Their sibling bond was too important to be messed up just because of some girl. For that he started to dislike Anzu, to forget her kindness, to forget her friendship…it was as if she were a stranger to him amongst the crowd in the downtown streets he would see and forget in an instant.
He began to hate her for being that special person in Seto's heart, replacing his rightful place. Even though that chick knew nothing about him—it made him sick just thinking of them kissing, blushing, smiling, together forever—it was sick!
Am I jealous…? Mokuba thought frightfully. Jealousy.
He was jealous.
This feeling, this emotion was so deep and intense that it left a scar on his heart that could never be erased or vanish. For the first time in his life, he thought murderous thoughts, he murmured deadly murmurs, and he spoke terrible things. His mind was warped with crazy antics of Anzu, hating her, wanting her to leave, want her to GET OUT OF SETO'S LIFE!
He glared at his old brother. Looking at him made him feel angry. What was so special about her? What had changed you into some love-sick idiot, into a person you always seemed to think was weak and pathetic—yet—YET you want to be that person!
How can you! The boy gritted his teeth. He didn't say anything. Not yet.
When he went to his room, he looked at the half torn photo in his locket that concealed the picture of Seto Kaiba in his younger childhood days when they were in the orphanage. His eyes were rounder, bright and held such wisdom, his face was handsome and older-looking. His mouth was thin, unmoving, unsmiling, same old Seto. The boy Mokuba loved and cherished—
But now this puppy boy romantic-lunatic was now sitting in the same leather chair in his brother's office, dictating the good mankind works of the Kaiba Corp. with his contaminated fingers punching the key buttons on his brother's laptop, stranger's eyes staring in his brother's computer screen, drinking his brother's coffee from his brother's favorite mug that Mokuba had painted for him on his birthday, his brother's mind had been taken over by some lovesick fool who had polluted his head with silly love stories, marriage plans, Anzu, Anzu Mazaki, Anzu, ANZU, ANZU, ANZU, ANZU! ANZU! ANZU! ANZU MAZAKI!
It was always her wasn't it? From Duel Monsters to Battle City to everything, isn't that right? Mokuba thought angrily, rage and jealousy was all he could feel now. What happened to the promise you made? Was it nothing? Was it all a lie?
Giant bitter tears rolled down the little boy's cheek, his entire body was shaking with evil thoughts, evil suggestions, and such evil ideas they were…he imagined Seto to be the same person he was three years ago: lonely, disfigured personality, mean, cold-hearted, secretive, and had only treasured one thing…Mokuba…
"Mokuba," the thirteen-year-old snapped out of his insane reverie, looking up to see Seto in the doorway.
"Big Brother!" he said eccentrically, standing up almost immediately from his desk chair.
Seto nodded, his eyes focused on him, and only him. "I need to talk to you, Mokuba. About something…important…"
"Of course! Anything!" Mokuba ran to his bed and sat down, waiting for Seto sit next to him, "So? Um…what do you need?"
The little boy loved all these private talks he had with his Big Bro. This was the time of the day when Seto Kaiba was normal, but only in front of him. His fingers clutched the sheets impatiently, his giant blue eyes wide and waiting. His mind and ears waiting for the new subject they would starting today, his mouth was parted to breathe in the air he greedily took as he waited and waited for him to start.
"It…comes to a time, when young men…like yourself and I," Seto smiled lightly down on his little brother. Mokuba grinned, he liked to be recognized as an adult especially by his brother. It makes his measly thirteen years of experience to be more important and renowned.
"Would wonder about certain things that comes to mind, let's say…influences from their teachers or television shows, I guess," Mokuba raised a brow in question.
"You begin…you begin to…want to know what it feels…to be truly human…" Seto whispered, his big hand grasped his little brother's, engulfing it and warming up his smaller fingers and palm. "…to be human, is to have certain emotions…it's not selective…it seems that everyone knows how it feels like…but to a few, maybe a small few…these particular emotions are rather eerie and uncomfortable, it would take a much longer time for us all to adapt to it…"
He saw it. He saw it again, in front of his eyes, so close. So close to see his brother looking so distant yet again, like he's hiding something. Like he didn't want Mokuba to know something—what is wrong with him!
"But once that small percentage of people have now seen and felt these emotions, it becomes stronger in bond and they feel these gifts are not being taken for granted…these emotions, Mokuba, are the emotions and the way we feel that makes us truly human, I—"
"Whoa, whoa, Big Bro! You're kind of stepping off the line here," Mokuba grinned nervously, seeing that his brother was squeezing his hand rather harder than before and his poor lamp on his desk top who explode if Seto kept staring at it with his maximum intensity at the lingering light in the dim white room. "Can you explain a little more…not you…?" the raven-haired boy offered as a joke ignoring the bad feeling in his stomach, Seto's mouth tightened and his eyes tensed.
His brother released his hand and sighed tiredly, "I understand…I believe I should not bother with this kind of talk, maybe we shall wait a little longer?"
"No!" the younger Kaiba shook his hands in front of him, laughing fretfully, "I mean, come on! Continue—"
"Don't bother. You might not understand this now…" Seto whispered, getting up from the soft sheeted bed. "When you're older, when I'm wiser…I might be able to tell you…"
"Yeah," Mokuba nodded, smiling his biggest.
"I'll…go order some take-out, meet me downstairs for dinner in thirty minutes," Seto walked out of his room in a sort of jumpy yet forced calm movement trending across the carpeted floors.
Once Seto left, Mokuba burst into what felt like the scorching sun itself within his veins and pumping this acidic substance that drove him crazy, making him see only the dark color of death-lovely red. He wasn't naïve. He wasn't too young or was in the age to not understand—Hell! He's thirteen years old! A teenager! Just like Seto!
Despite the age difference, he wasn't stupid! He wasn't unprepared for this sort of speech! Damn it he has dignity!
He goes through the rookie time of puberty, the hit of growth of hair in places the sun don't shine, his voice becomes deeper, his height increases as so his intelligence. The kind of intelligence that got him into thinking these things.
That made him independent! That made him him!
Mokuba knew exactly where Seto was getting at. It wasn't hard not to, even with the terrible language barriers he tried to put up so pathetically! He knew Seto needed a reason to talk to him today, about what happened in the fucking park—God his big brother had changed too much!
It was about Anzu! Always, always about Anzu! Curse thy awful day damnation! It made him want to throw up knowing how stupid this day was! How stupid his big brother was! How his affections for Anzu were excruciatingly imprudent!
She's taking over his life…slowly…slowly…she'll replace me…Seto will forget me…everything will diminish, everything will turn to piles of dust that would soon blow and scatter around…
No one will remember me…Mokuba…even if the wind were to carry my name, it would be mute towards Seto…
"I want to do something…I need to do something…" the little boy started to talk in circles, his eyes were bulging and wide. His palms were sweaty, his eyes were dilated, his ruffled up raven hair were dull, his skin was pale white and he wasn't the same kid he was hours ago.
He was losing his place in Seto's heart…it doesn't matter whether or not he was jealous, enraged…it was the fact that there was going to be a girl that Seto would soon love, who would in turn fall in love with him…the two will have children…they will find another house, they will start a family…Mokuba…
…h-he will be left in the shadows…
He had no intention of doing this dumb stunt ever since he could remember. No matter how fast it went, or how deep in thinking he was not to even notice what he had done. The little boy had taken the liberty to pack some clothes and underwear into a small green backpack, slung it on his back, and climbed out of his bedroom window. And only leaving a small scribbled letter on his nightstand.
He was running away…
He slowly descended down the water pipes, his manmade ladder, and jumped into the crown of the giant leafy green tree. Mokuba hid his face from any invading sharp branches that could have scratched his features undesirably. He landed safely, covered in leaves, on the top of the trunk and quickly climbed the tree to the grassy fields.
He may be just a thirteen year old kid, but he knew all the weak spots in security system around his mansion.
Mokuba walked under some more smaller trees, ducking in between a few short thick bushes. Considering his size, he was able to get through the natural barrier without getting his clothes or his backpack straps caught in any annoying twigs with those spindly claws.
He had only reached his hand to the metal gate, clasping the cool metal bar. He pulled himself up and stuck his foot in the opening, big enough for him to squeeze through. Mokuba grinned, in disregard of his big brother, of Anzu, of the life he left and the new life he was embarking on—
"Ow!" he felt his pale forehead hit one of the strong bars, knocking him down to the ground. A sharp punch had landed on the back of his head and hastily moved him to injure in several areas, falling and meshing his raven locks with the emerald hue of wet grass.
Mokuba felt his mind spinning, he could see stars using his head like a hula-hoop. This had to be some insane joke.
He looked up, to see more than just the clear sky with the glowing orb of the sun and the floating fluffy white clouds. He saw the exotic eyes of pupil-less indigo and skin of dark tan quality. Upon the stranger's head was large neatly folded white turban, pierced on the earlobes of heavy gold ringlets. Mokuba twisted around and saw in front of him was a tall young man in full dress of silken white scarves and eggshell yellow robes.
Around his neck was of an ancient Egyptian sign, like a giant golden key of some sort.
Mokuba frowned upon this man, not afraid of the unknown danger. "Why did you do that for!" he growled, rubbing his bruises.
The turban-wearing man was stoic, the gaze punctured on the little boy, "Are you not the Priest's younger kin?"
"Huh?" Mokuba asked confusingly.
"Why are you running away?" the man asked again, fingering his glowing key, "Are you afraid? Are you angry? Of all things, are you feeling jealous, little boy?"
His eyes flared, "DON'T CALL ME THAT! I'M NOT LITTLE!" the youngest Kaiba exclaimed.
"Do you wish to know what it would to be like if your older kin were to have taken a different path…the one he desire? Is it this maiden known as Anzu, the one who has been agitating you and your kin? Tell me little boy, tell me…" His words coming out of his mouth were dripping like honey.
His sapphire eyes were mesmerized. Mokuba tried to blink away the temptation to fall into this man's spells though all he was doing was taking off his necklace that held the giant key from around his slender tan neck.
"Do you wish to know…? Do you wish to understand the Priest…? Do you feel jealous?" the man whispered slowly, descending to his level, pointing the end of the key on Mokuba's dark bangs.
"You want to know…you want to know…" With murmurs of ancient words, Shadi fiercely pushed the key into Mokuba's forehead.
With a soft cry, the little boy was warped into the zone of no return.
To be continued…
Sorry to those who didn't appreciate what I did to Mokuba's personality. He was broody and raging, it's the way how I want him feel now that he's older.