Chapter 6
Seto ran off, looking in every room for Mokuba. Panic rose, as he ran through out the house. Where could Mokuba be? Seto was beginning to worry even more, what if Mokuba had ran off? Seto shook his head, he couldn't think of the idea of ever losing his brother. But the reality of his brother doing it grew bigger, and Seto knew he couldn't run away from reason. He ran to the door, not even grabbing his coat off the rake even though it was raining, he was willing to run all day in the rain to find his brother. But before Seto even took a step outside, he saw his brother sitting out on the steps of the house, in the pouring rain.
Seto gave a sign of relief, at least he hadn't run off. He grabbed a coat and wrapped it around Mokuba. "Your going to get sick." Mokuba pushed off the coat and looked up at his brother. His face looked flushed and exhausted from his complete breakdown. Seto walked over into the rain and sat next to him. Mokuba looked away. "Mokuba, you can't believe everything that guy says, we don't even know if he's our real father."
"I don't care…" Mokuba said, he looked up at his big brother once again, "All I every wanted was a family, a complete family. Our family. But when they came along, it almost seemed to good to be true. To finally live a normal life as a family." Mokuba tears came to his eyes, "But I guess I was wrong." Mokuba hugged his knees and buried his head in his arms. Seto looked over at his little brother, cold and wet in the rain. 'All I ever wanted to do' Seto thought, 'Was to protect you…'
Lightning struck, Mokuba jumped and looked up at the sky, seeing a yellow lighting bolt across the sky. Seto put his arm around Mokuba and pulled him into a tight hug. Mokuba was already shivering from the cold, as Seto held him in his arms and picked him up. He brought him in from the rain and wrapped him in a blanket.
-Flashback-
"Now you take good care of your baby brother, I want you always to protect him" Seto's mother had said to him, holding her new born baby in her arms. Her face exhausted and tired, she handed Mokuba to his new older brother. Seto's eyes widened as he held the tiny child in his arms, looking down at the tiny face. His little eyes looked up at him with curiosity, but with this look of protection knowing Seto was holding him.
"I promise Mom, I'll always protect Mokuba" Seto said, still looking down at his little brother. His mother smiled tenderly, "Thank you son" she said, stroking his hair, then kissing him on the head.
-End of flashback-(A/N: I know, it's short. There's gonna be more, don't worry)
Mokuba had finish changing out of his wet clothes into his pajamas since the sun had already begun to set and it was beginning to get late. Mokuba had been almost too emotional to eat, but Seto had force his brother to at least eat a little. And Mokuba being himself, he had listened to his older sibling.
They walked upstairs together, nothing had been said between the 2 since dinner, and Seto still felt his brother was upset. "Mokuba, how bout you stay with me tonight" Seto suggested. Mokuba turned around, looking up at his older brother, he's eyes finally glowed of emotion other than sorrow, "Really, Nii-sama?" Seto nodded, "I won't even work, I'll go right to bed beside you" part of the idea was that Mokuba still looked like he was morally and emotionally hurt and looked like he really needed hope, another was that Seto wanted to keep him from getting hurt. He just couldn't let his brother out of his site anymore.
Mokuba jumped into bed and crawled under the covers as Seto lay beside him. Mokuba's happiness soon faded into sleepiness as he snuggled next to his older brother. Seto only lay there with one arm around his brother, looking down at him. "Goodnight Nii-sama…" Mokuba mumbled. "Goodnight little brother" Seto said, kissing Mokuba on the head. Mokuba smiled as he began to fall into a deep sleep.
However Seto was far from going to sleep. Too many thoughts and emotions were running through his head endlessly, it would've been impossible trying to sleep with them racing through his head. Instead, he watched his brother sleeping peacefully, his face full of such innocence, but his heart filled with much hurt. Every time he looked into his brother's eyes, he saw pain behind his smile. It was impossible to ignore because deep down inside, Seto knew it was all his fault. All Seto ever wanted to do was to protect his brother, and raise him as a father would a son, but instead he only ended up hurting him worse than he needed to be.
-Flashback-
Mokuba dipped his fingers into red and orange paint and began drawing curves and lines on top of his triangular house. Even though he was a orphan, it was required that he get an education, so he was at preschool while his brother was at elementary. The teacher was looking around at all the children's work, simply nodding happily at their cute little drawings of rabbits and flowers. Than she looked at Mokuba's. His teacher her head looking at the drawing, "What are you drawing, Mokuba? What are those lines?"
Mokuba kept drawing as if he didn't even hear her, "They're the flames." The teacher raised one eyebrow, "The flames? Oh the sun, you mean?"
"No, of the fire. See?" Mokuba pointed at the picture of the house, "It's on fire," then he pointed to 2 stick people he had drawn on his paper, "And those are the 2 people that died in the fire."
"Oh… I see…"
-A few hours later-
"Seto, can I talk to you for a minute?" Seto looked up from his little brother to his teacher. "Yes, Mrs. E?" Seto asked, running over to her. "I need to talk to you about your brother" she said, leading him into her classroom. "What do you mean? Is there anything wrong?" Seto asked innocently, pretty sure that there was nothing wrong weith his younger brother in anyway. "Well, today I had my students do finger painting. Now, we've been doing this for a while now, and it seems your brother has been showing some very odd behavior."
"What do you mean 'odd behavior'?"
"Well, take a look at this" she said, taking a picture from her drawer and handing it to Seto. Seto looked at it, "What is it?"
"Your brother says it's a house on fire" she said, then pointing to the 2 stickmen, "And that those are 2 people killed in the fire." Seto looked at her, then stared carefully at the paper. "I think your brother maybe having some emotional problems with the death of his parents, and that it is resulting in these pictures."
"But Mokuba doesn't even know how Mom and Dad died. How could he possibly be having emotional problems?"
"Well, some children, how do I say this… Seto, when you were a baby and you didn't know English or how to speak, even though your mother didn't tell you, you still knew she was your mother, right? It was just an automatic instinct to you, and you didn't need words. You KNEW she was your mother."
"Well… I guess that's true."
"Well some children can feel something is going on when no one even explains it to them. Like if your 2 parents fight, even if they try to keep it a secret from you, you can still feel the tension between both parents even if they don't tell you that their having fights. So that's what must be going on with your brother, he can feel that his parents had died in a house full of flames, even if you haven't brought it up once in his life."
"Ok Mrs. E, I'll talk to him today."
-The Next Day-
Once again Mrs. E had called for Seto after school. Seto came running in with a hurry. "Hey Mrs. E. You wanted to see me again? Has Mokuba stopped drawing houses on fire?" Seto asked, hoping to get this over with in a hurry to get back to his brother. "Well, he has, but I think the situation has become far much worse" Mrs. E said solemnly. Seto his head to the side. "What do you mean?" Mrs. E walked over to her desk again, opening a drawer and taking out another picture. She turned it around and showed it to Seto. It appeared to be a boy's head.
"What is it?" Seto asked, staring at the strange picture. Something didn't seem right about it. "Mokuba told me that this was a little boy" she said, and then pointed a gray pointed thing that seemed to be apart of the boy's head, "And that he was being stabbed by a knife. He also said that the boy was you." Seto's eyes widened with horror. "Wh-What? But how?" The door slammed open, Seto quickly twisted around, but only to see his little brother standing at the doorway, but he didn't look the same at all. He didn't have that shine of happiness in his eyes, all he saw in his eyes were darkness.
"Mokuba, explain why you drew this picture right this instant, what have I told you about drawing people dying?" Mokuba's eyes were shaded by his bangs as he looked down and smirked. He began chuckling, "Do you really think I was gonna listen to you? Pathetic" Seto looked at his brother, taking a step back. "What did you say to me?"
"You heard me. And just to tell you, that's no picture I drew" he said, finally looking up and slipping out a knife from his back pocket, "It's your death wish." Seto looked at him with horror, as Mokuba began to walk over to Seto, knife raised as it inched closer to Seto's head. "No, Mokuba, NO!"
Young Seto sat up straight. His heart was pounding fast in his chest he could almost hear it. He wiped his forehead of his sweat, never in his life had he ever had such a bad nightmare. Seto looked down to the bunk under him, his brother was fast asleep. He quietly slipped down from his bunk and walked over to his desk, opening the drawer slowly, he took out Mokuba's drawing, making sure there wasn't one of Seto's head being stabbed. He stared at the picture he had drawn of the house on fire, then turned and looked at Mokuba.
He crumpled the paper roughly and threw it back in his drawer. He needed to forget the past and move on, and obviously Mokuba needed to too.
-End of Flashback-
'But we never forgot' Seto thought, looking up at the ceiling, 'We never could, our parents were the last piece of happiness we had to remember by the time Gozaburo adopted us.' Seto gave a loud sigh, then looked over at his brother. Mokuba began to cough violently in his sleep. Seto sat up, "Mokuba? Mokuba, are you ok?" Seto asked, shaking his brother gently, he sounded very ill by the way he coughed. Mokuba slightly opened his eyes, "Nii-sama…" he said very quietly, his voice sounded very dry. "I'll get you some water, don't worry Mokuba."
Seto reassured him as he quickly got up and came back with a glass of water. He carefully lifted Mokuba's upper body to give him water as if a mere baby. But Mokuba looked sick to his stomach, and he was as white as snow. He carefully placed the cup by his lips and slowly let him drink. Mokuba was still half asleep, it being 3 in the morning and all.
When he was finished, Seto set the glass down and carefully placed Mokuba back into bed, pulling the covers over him. Seto could tell Mokuba was no longer awake, he had already fallen back to sleep he was that tired. He slowly laid back down next to his younger brother, putting his arm back around his brother once again and rubbing his arm gently.
By 6 in the morning Seto had finally fallen asleep as the sun began to rise over the horizon. Rina quietly slipped into the boy's room, looking upon her 2 sons. "They look so peaceful when they are asleep" Rina said quietly to herself, giving somewhat of a smile at the sight of her sons at peace in their sleep. As much as she wanted to wrap her arms around them both, she had to restrain her motherly urge to hold her 2 sons in which she loved so much.
She knew it was time for her to go, but she wanted desperately to stay and watch over her sons like every mother would. And she most certainly wanted to keep Mokuba in safe arms to make sure he didn't get hurt. But she didn't know what to do, or what to say when she would tell both of them she and Riku planned on leaving. What on earth would they think then?
So here's the 6th chapter, yay So is this really Rina's time to go? And will she be able to let them go? Will Seto be happy they are finally out of his hair, but only feel rejected feeling like his parents only abandoned him again? Mokuba won't like this when he wakes up…
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