"She's dead." Mokuba said to his brother. They were in the living room now. Mokuba seamed to be not afraid anymore. Seto was, still. The boy was breathing normally, and wasn't rocking back in forth. He actually was kind of smiling, like he was glad that he knew something that his brother didn't. That the girl had trusted him and not his brother. He felt very special.
"I kind of figured that. But who is she?"
"I never told you about this…" Mokuba had never told his brother about a lot of things, that he had done, that he had seen. He was sure that his big brother was too busy to care about the ramblings of a 12 year old. "But when I was little… I had an imaginary friend." There was a time, when Mokuba was only about 6, he was very lonely. Seto had to work day in and day out studying till he wanted to die. The brothers weren't even allowed to see each other. And when they did, their meetings were short. Mokuba would sit in his room doing minor schoolwork, reading mostly. He would also draw a lot. That was something that he really enjoyed.
But eventually his drawling and stories only got him so far, and he was still lonely. One day he was staring out of the window, thinking about his life. He was really lonely, and he cried. His brother never liked crying, but Mokuba was still a little boy, and he thought that it was just fine. A single tear hit the bed.
"Why are you crying boy?" Mokuba heard a girl say. He looked at her. She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen. She had a lovely round face and a gentle smile. She was warring a long white skirt and blue tank top. He straitened himself out.
"I'm lonely." He said. She girl smiled.
"You have no reason to be." Mokuba looked at the girl and tilted his head slightly. She went over to his bed and sat down, he sat down next to her. "You have your brother. He loves you very much you know."
"I know. But I never get to see him anymore, and I miss him."
"Oh, I see." Mokuba looked at the girl. She had delicate green eyes, he liked them.
"Would you be my friend?" He asked her. She smiled sweetly and nodded.
"With pleasure."
"What's your name?" He asked her.
"Sonia."
"Sonia?" Seto asked. Mokuba nodded. "I remember you mentioning that name. Why did you never tell me about her?"
"I thought that you might be upset."
"Why would I be?" Seto didn't understand what an Impact he had on his little brother. Mokuba knew that if He told his brother about the girl, he would feel left out. That Mokuba had gone else ware to seek company. And he would not have liked that.
"You just wouldn't have like it, ok." Mokuba said dismissing the subject. Seto understood the harshness in the boys voice and didn't say anything else about it. Sonia was always there for me, when I was lonely. I was gad that I had her there for me. We would play lots of games together." He smiled in recollections. "She would help me make the most awesome forts. You know, like you and I used to do all the time." Seto nodded, remembering the small fort that they had made at the orphanage, no one was allowed in but the two brothers. "But her forts were always so much better."
"Thanks a lot."
"They were. What do you want me to do? Lie? Anyways… she was amazing. She was always very loving, almost to the point of being a mother." Mokuba's eyes became sad. "She played with me for almost 3 years. Then… when you and I were able to see each other more often…"
"I'm going to go now Mokuba." Sonia said.
"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"No Mokuba. You don't need me anymore." He looked at her with sad eyes.
"What?"
"I'm leaving Mokuba." He ran to her and hugged her around the waist.
"No, you cant Sonia." He cried, tears running down his face. She hushed him, stroking his head full of hair.
"Its ok Mokuba." She got down on her knees and took the boy by his shoulders. "You don't need me anymore. You have Seto, he is all you ever need."
"But I love you…"
"I love you to Mokuba. But part of growing up is learning to let go." He was crying, tears streaming down his tiny face. "You're a big boy now. You have grown up so much." She wiped his tears away.
"W-w-will I ever see you ag-gain?" He said, sobbing.
"Of cores. I'll always be here for you. I will always protect you."
"Seto too?" She nodded. Mokuba nodded in understanding. She hugged him around the neck. "I'll never forget about you."
"Was that the last time you saw her?" Seto asked. Mokuba nodded.
"Until tonight." He said.
"Did she hurt you, while I was knocked out?" Mokuba shook his head.
"She would never do that. She just went in my mind. She showed me… who she really is." He looked down at his feet. He didn't want to talk about what he had seen, he didn't want to talk about Sonia anymore. But he knew that there was no way his brother would let that happen.
"Well… Who is she?" Mokuba stood up.
"Let me show you." The two walked out of the living room. They had a very large house. There were so many rooms. Too many for the two brothers to use. Mokuba lead Seto to the top floor, which they really never used. He went to a room in the very corner of the mansion. Mokuba opened a door, inside the room was old boxes and furniture covered in white cloths.
"I never knew all this stuff was in here."
"It is." Mokuba walked to a chest on the floor and opened it. A large could of dust spewed out, causing the brothers to cough and wheeze slightly. Mokuba reached into the chest and took an old photo off the top. He blew over the top of it, sending dust everywhere. Once the dust was gone, the boy brushed away the reaming dust. In the picture, was a picture of a girl slightly older than Seto, in a white skirt and a blue tank top.
"What?"
"You know that Gozaburo was married once. He had one son, Noah." Seto nodded. He knew about Noah all too well. "But what you didn't know, what a lot of people didn't know is that He was married once before." Seto shook his head.
"No, I would have known about this." Seto had looked through his stepfather's old records, he would have seen something about this.
"Its not likely. Sonia was a mail order bride from Russia. She came here when she was only 14." So young. Seto thought. "They were married in secrete. A few years after she came."
"What happened to her?" Seto asked. Mokuba was still looking at the picture, a slight smile on his face.
"She was my first love, you know. My first friend, other than you." Seto looked at his brother. He could tell that he really cared for her. I tear ran down Mokuba's face. "Gozaburo only got her so that she could produce an Heir. She tried so hard to give him one." He whipped a tear away. "She hated her life. She hated that she had to have his slimy hands on her. I hate that too. She hated the fact that no matter how hard she tried, she count get pregnant, and that she had to go back to his bed." Seto was surprised by his brother's strong feelings for this girl. "One night, when Sonia was about 20, She told him that she was going back home to Russia. He won't have it. So…" He stopped. A tear fell on the picture. "He killed her."