Wow, haven't updated in what, a century or two! Sorry about that my lovelies... school and ..people... got out of hand. But anyways, as a catch up on the story...
Seto and Ryou have a "thing" going on, and Seto showed us a lonelier side than he would ever care to admit. The duo was "snuggling" cough in Seto's bed, and someone (supposedly Moki) has slipped a key card into the slot... DUN DUN DUN!
He wresled with the handkerchief and tried to fling the covers over Ryou at the same time. Holyshitholyshitholyshit Finally, Seto slipped a wrist out of Ryou's knot and walked to the door. He cracked it while Mokuba was trying to figure out the key-card in his bewildered/sleepy state.
"What are you doung up, Mokuba?" What the hell does he need at this hour! He glanced at The mess of blankets that covered Ryou's body. Is his hair sticking out? He focused as best he could without Mokuba noticing. Nah, probably just a glare on the sheet from the moon...
"Well, I'm waiting..."
Mokuba looked up at him innocently. "I had that dream again, S-Seto..." Tears welled up in his eyes as he fidgeted and stared at the floor. "Y'know... the one with mom a-and..." he bit his lower lip to try and stop the trembling. Instantly Seto forgot about Ryou under the sheets and rested a hand on Mokuba's shoulder, "okay, get in here."
Is he crazy? Though, it is kinda cute... his being all big brother-y and all...Ryou smiled to himself and wondered what Moki would say if he found him under the sheets, half naked and all.
"Just, go wash your face in the bathroom, Mokuba, you look like hell."
"O-okay Seto." And with that, the sobbing heap that was Seto's little brother wobbled into the bathroom.
"Whew!"Ryou lifted the sheets and took a big gulp of air. "It's hot under there!"
Seto jumped back in surprise. "Holy crap I forgot you were under there." Seto ran his hands through his slightly sweaty locks and sat on the edge of the bed. "Okay, you can either go back to your room, you can go on the patio, or you can hide in the closet. Your pick."
The muffled sound of water shutting off cut the silence and Ryou jumped. "I'll take the patio."
"Hurry." Seto stood up and grabbed his coat while Ryou jumped over the bed and ran to the door. "Take this, it's cold." He tossed the jacket on Ryou's head as he closed the sliding glass door behind the silver-haired goofball.
The bathroom door opened and Mokuba messed with the lightswitch. Seto left the door cracked slightly so the cool night air could filter in. As Seto turned, he saw Ryou scoot into a sheltered corner and rest his chin on his knees. He smiled slightly, and fixed the curtain so Ryou's silouhette was completely invisible to the indoors.
Ryou snuggled into the jacket as the curtains flicked behind him. It was a nice night, even though the rain had faded. The sky was completely clear and the air was cool. The stars were the only light for the city was a long way down. The sky was like a velvet covering, a deep blue, which got lighter and darker in certain places. He closed his eyes and smiled in spite of the fact that he wasn't in Seto's touch anymore.
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"Are you alright," Seto spoke calmingly towards his little brother. "What was the dream about?"
Mokuba sobbed slightly and took a shallow breath. "You know, the one that you used to have when we were younger..." He trailed off slightly as Seto walked over towards the bed. He clutched the handkercheif and sat Mokuba down on the bed, taking a spot on the foot for himself.
He remembered the dream, he had had it everynight for 2 1/2 years. His heart wrenched in his chest and felt like it was twisting around all over again. He took a deep breath shakily and looked into Moku's eyes.
"But what did you see?"
Mokuba hung his head slightly and shook as he gasped for air.
"Breathe, Mokuba, breathe. It's alright." He scooted up next to his brother and wrapped an arm around him. Mokuba pulled the corner of the sheets up with him as he curled up in his protector's arms. "Tell me about mom again, Seto?"
Seto played with the tips of Mokuba's mess of black hair. He smiled slightly and closed his eyes, resting his chin on the mop of blackness.
"She was really pretty. Her hair was a sunny golden color-"
"Was she nice?"
"She was very nice, but she was always quiet around dad." He scooted his feet around and encased Mokuba completely.
"He was in the dream this time," Mokuba said this as if it hurt him to even say it. "He was mean again... to her."
Seto sat silently. He remembered every detail, as if he had just woken up from the dream, or as if he was seeing it all over again.
(A/N for the next part when lines are grouped in two's, The top line is Mokuba speaking, the bottom is Seto's rememberings)
"We were all in the kitchen, and you an' me were eating breakfast. Mom had made pancakes and eggs and all that kinda stuff.
We sat in the kitchen, Mokba and I at the table, eating Mom's best breakfast. Eggs, pancakes, bacon, and her hashbrowns.
"Dad picked up his newspaper and walked over to her at the stove. She looked kinda scared, and her cheek was kinda red, but she smiled and kissed him on the cheek like she always did."
Dad grabbed the morning paper while mom was at the stove. Her cheek looked bruised, and she looked afraid, but carried on as ususal.
"He gave her a funny look, but she fixed his plate and set it at his spot at the head of the table. 'Get me some coffee, dear?' he asked her, but his voice sounded mean."
He glared at her as she set his plate near her empty spot. 'Get me some coffee, dear?' he was testing her, to see if she would do as she was told. His voice seemed to hurt her as she reached for the mug I had made him.
" 'Of course, honey.' Is what she said, and made his coffee just the way he liked it in the mug you made him at school. After he was set, she set down the spatula and took off her apron."
'Of course, honey.' was her way of bending to his power. She hated it and you could see it in her eyes, but she didn't dare test him. None of us did. After HE was ready to eat and had set in to his breakfast, she finally began to make her plate AFTER the eggs were already cold.
"You and me waited for her to sit down, but he just started eating and reading the paper. "
Stupid pig.
"When you and me were finished, Dad told us to go get our backpacks for school. As we were walking out of the room, he put down his coffee cup and looked at mom."
He snapped at Mokuba and I after we were done with our breakfast and had put our dishes in the sink, he barked at us to go get our backpacks. He put down his coffee cup, acting normal, but I saw how he looked at her. I saw how afraid she looked when he put down that mug.
"You told me to go get our bookbags while you listened to what he said. I didn't want to , but you looked upset, so I got them."
I saw that single crystal tear fall down her cheek and told Mokuba to go get our things. He shouldn't see this, but something inside told me I needed to.
"When I got back, you were in the kitchen, yelling at dad, and mom was crying. I was mad at you cause I thought you made mom cry, but then dad hit you and you..." Mokuba trailed off as he noticed the far off look in his brother's eyes.
Right when Mokuba went into the closet to find our bookbags, he was about to hit her...again. I couldn't take it. I couldn't pretend anymore that I didn't know what was going on. I shot out from behind the corner and yelled at him to his face. I was so scared, but he didn't need to treat My MOTHER that way, let alone his WIFE. I yelled until my face turned blue. I told him I hated him for being so mean to her. She just sat there quietly, 'Seto, don't...' but This was a time, that I didn't listen. Right as I said the words, 'You don't treat girls like that, YOU taught me that! Why did you hit Mom last night?' and right as i said hit, the back of his hand met my face and I was on the floor, crying.
"Fell on the ground." Seto picked up where his brother left off. "But I got back up while I was crying and kicked him in the shin."
Seto laughed at this, it was the first thing he had done to actually defy his father.
Dumb bastard deserved it.
"Then dad got real mad," Mokuba picked up. "His face got all red and he went to hit you again, but the maid came in, and he acted like he was helping you. He acted nice again and said, 'Here Seto, you should be more careful.' "
His grimy paws were on my arm, with his nails digging into me. He acted like a good father around the help, but I knew what he was on the inside: a dirty, low down shell of a man whom only money could make happy. I think they did too, but they didn't dare say a word.
"Mom took us to school, and she looked like she was about to cry, and when we got to school, she told you to stay in the car, and told me to go ahead and walk in. You sat in the front seat, arms crossed and when i shut my door, mom started to cry, and you just held her hand and watched her cry."
She was so beautiful... So broken you could see it when you looked into her eyes, but still so beautiful. Seto's thoughts trailed off as he glanced at Mokuba, whose eyes has glassed over with a slight sheen of tears.
"You okay, Mokuba?" Ryou looked in to see Seto put an arm around his younger counterpart and kiss him on the forehead. He turned back around and shut his eyes.
Mokuba shook with tears and sobbed into Seto's shoulder.
"It just all seemed so real, Seto, like I'd seen it before, in real life I mean, not in a dream." You feel like you're still walking into school, the image of your mother crying still fresh in your mind. "And I want to run back to that car and just hug her, and tell her it'll all be okay, but it's just a dream, and I can't...I just ca-can't." And with that, Mokuba burst into tears again.
Seto held him close as a single crystal tear rolled down his cheek. He remembered that day very clearly, he remembered every single diamond tear that landed on his hand in the car. He remembered every line of her face, and he remembered holding back his tears with everything inside, so his mother wouldn't see him cry. She needed someone to stay strong, someone to lean on, and Seto was the only one who could.
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Ryou blinked his eyes open and looked around. Huh? Oh yeah... Seto... He picked himself up slowly and carefully, as not to make a sound. He peered in the window, and watched Seto pick Mokuba up off the bed and place him on the sofa. He yanked the blanket off the bed and pulled it up to the little shaggy-haired one's chin. He stepped back and looked at Mokuba, remembering the time when things should've been simple. None of either one of their lives had been simple, they always had to fight, since day one.
And suddenly, something didn't feel right. Seeing Seto actually showing emotion wasn't a huge shock to Ryou. He was, after all, human, and all humans have to have some form of emotion in their veins; seeing Seto like this was a different world altogether.
It was like, a whole new side to Seto that no one ever knew of, that no one ever knew or thought could exist.
He wasn't supposed to be there, and Ryou didn't think he should've seen any of the past half hour at all.
He glanced at the fire escape and decided, he wasn't meant to be there, not at all.