Loneliness Befalls the Flawless
Chapter two
Seto's PoV
I stood; staring. Just unblinkingly staring at his mangled frame. Had it not been for the clothes and the locket tag still hanging around his broken neck, he would have been unrecognizable-even to me.
That damn Jounouchi. It was his fault! His fault that my brother laid in this distorted mess! It was his fault that the car couldn't stop in time for the red light… and it was his fault that he didn't look into the incoming traffic before pulling out. He was gone; taken away on a stretcher first, so that he might have a chance of living. But not my brother. Not Mokuba. No, he would lie forever as a broken corpse in a dark section of the earth. And I can do nothing to prevent the maggots from eating his pale skin.
But it wasn't his fault. As much as I would love to blame Jounouchi for what has happened, I knew that it wasn't his fault. It was mine. I'm the only one to be blamed. If I had remembered to set the alarm; if I had remembered to take things slowly and not rush; if I had remembered to look out for him, then I wouldn't have made the mistake.
There was a meeting today, in an office ten minutes further than my own was from the school. You see, I was having renovations done on my own tower; genuine state of the art, top of the line quality. This was going to be the turnaround for Kaiba Corp; we were going to climb to the top again and no one would be able to beat us this time. We were going to be the best. Better than before; no one would be able to touch us. The only let down was that the transformations were going to take a couple of weeks. And I can't just shut down the company for that period of time; I couldn't even shut it down for a day without everything around the office going haywire. So, I had no choice but to rent out a space down town.
The wind tugged softly at my coat; it was getting colder. I put my hands into my pockets so that they might stop freezing, but that didn't help. It felt like winter; snow should be coming soon. I shouted at someone for help. Why did they leave my brother out here all alone? I bent down but did not touch him; I couldn't bring myself to. This was the last memory I would have of him. This was the last thing I would think about when I closed my eyes. His twisted cut up face and broken limbs. I grimaced and turned trying to pull myself together but to no avail. Quietly, I broke down. This would be something for the newspapers, "President of Kaiba Corp cries in public after killing his brother," but no one seemed to notice.
No one seemed to notice me at all. I must not have gotten hurt nearly as badly as Mokuba or even Jounouchi. It was no emergency to rush me off to the hospital. The only visible wound I could sense was the blood from my chin dried onto the collar of my jacket.
I could have dropped him off at school, I was well aware of that. I could have made the right turn at the light, but he insisted on being passive, and I sped off in the direction of work. I didn't care if he missed his first classes; I was selfish. But he insisted on doing what I wanted. He supported me no matter what I said; I was his big brother and he looked up to me.
"Mokuba, turn the radio back, I was listening to that."
"But Setoo" he wined, "his voice is so dull, it's putting me to sleep, why cant we listen to the rock station just this once?"
"I let you listen to the rock station yesterday, or have you forgotten? Remember? They were playing that repulsive 'Monkeys' song."
"The Gorillas, you mean," he retorted. "G-O-R-I-L-L-A-S."
"They teach you how to spell, I see."
And then it happened. The light turned yellow, but I didn't notice. By the time I did, it was too late. I slammed on the brakes, but my speed was too great and I smashed into the turning car. The airbags came out, propelling my head backwards into the seat and knocking me out. My last thought was about Mokuba: Had I reminded him to wear his seatbelt?