Ok, the chapters are back, and they are a little bit diffrent, a little bit better.
"I'm sorry Mr. Kaiba. We did everything we could." I hate fake sympathy, he's not dory. He doesn't even know Seto or I. Hell, he could be happy.
"Isn't there anything you can do?" He shook his head. I walked silently into the curtained off room. My brother, has a commanding appearance. He has always been concerned with how he looks, trying to impress people, wherever he goes. But now, here, he looks like noting. "Seto." I ran to him, taking his hand. He has always been skinny, he has always been slim, but now, he feels even smaller. Its like his entire self, his entire body is shaking. I can feel his thin fragile bones.
"Hey Kiddo." His voice is week, his voice is frail. He has a booming voice that commands respect. But this voice, I hate it. It's not my brother; nothing about this person is my brother. My brother is strong, he's not weak, he can never be week. I only hold his hand tighter. "I'm sorry Mokuba."
"Why?" He's not Seto.
"I'm sorry I have to leave you." This isn't my brother; my brother would never talk like this. My bother can't die.
"You're not going anywhere. Your gonna be just fine." He laughed a little. Not his evil, normal laugh, but a normal human laugh. No, this is not my brother. "You'll see, we're gonna grow old together and-and were gonna be like 80 and-and watching our grandkids play on a front porch in the country side. Its gonna be so much fun, I cant wait, I know you can either." He coughed; it's a deep, hacking cough. It sounded like he was coughing his entire insides out. It sounded like he was dying.
"Take care of the company, alright." I tightened my grip on his hand. I didn't want to here any of this. He's not going to die, he can't die, superman cant die, he's invisible. "Take care of the your self, I mean it." No, no. My brother, my father, can never die. He's emotionless. Everything that he has done, everything that he has managed to accomplish, was all now laying on a small hospital bed, in its last moments of life. "Its up to you kiddo." My brother has the coolest eyes. Blue. And now, as I seen them close for the rest of time, a part of me, closes. A part of me dies. I laid my head on his chest.
"Seto, it will be ok." I don't like tears, they are so kid like. They are so, childish. My tears soak his chest. He patted my head with his think hand.
"I'm sorry Mokie." I felt his take his last breath. I felt his chest flatten and I felt him die. I sat up for him, from my brother. I was three again, back in the orphanage. I looked up at my big brother, but it wasn't him. Its was a beast, something I didn't know, something I didn't want to know.
"Seto?" I cried out. My bother, my father. "Seto. Seto no." I stepped back, I tried to run away from him, from this. But I count, I count run away from his, it had a hold of me, and would not let me go. I want to run away, I want to leave this place, I want to go find my brother. "NO!" I said firmly as I awoke in my hospital chair.
"What?" Seto sat up in his bed, grabbing his stomach in pain.
"Are you alright?"
"I've been better." He grunted in pain as he laid back down. "What was that about?"
"Its nothing."
"Next time its nothing, don't bother wakening me up ok?" I nodded. He looked at me. By the way he was looking at me I could tell, I looked like a madman. I must be wide eye and petrified. "You sure you ok?"
"Are you ok?" He shifted his eyes, he was confused.
"Um, yea."
"Then I am."