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Yes, I know, another Seto oneshot. I just love his character. Please R&R, I also love reviews!
Why must I sit here in pain, while the world geys to laugh at nothing? Why did life suddenly decide that I was to suffer so much? Why does my body have to be scarred so badly, a constant reminder of the pain forced on me? Why should I be the one to suffer? Does anyone deserve to suffer this?
Does anyone deserve to be orphaned at just ten years old? Does anyone deserve to be bullied? Does anyone deserve to be constantly abused by an overpowering, sadistic stepfather? The answer, dear friend, is no! No, no-one deserves it, but for some reason, some sick twisted reason, someone felt I should have to suffer it anyway! I have to suffer looking at myself every day, and see what that bastard did to me. I have to constantly hide from my own brother, because if he saw what I'd been put through, he might lose that precious innocence I fought so hard to let him have. And I'll be damned before I let that happen!
Oh wait, I'm damned anyway. I was damned the moment I set foot in that hellhole the state called an orphanage. I was damned to suffer pain and torment even after my stepfather and that orphanage were only memories. That was really the plot, wasn't it? To make me suffer all of my goddamn life! To make sure I never really escape. To scare me to the point that I can't even sleep!
Well I hate to break it to you, you failed! You failed, I'm still here! I'm still standing and I'm still strong! I know I'll never escape, I'll suffer this for ever, but my brother is safe. As long as he never knows this kind of suffering, you've lost. You've lost, because I still have him! I'll always have him. He's still a child, he's still innocent and because of that, I'm content. Who cares if I have to hide! Who cares if I suffer from insomnia! As long as he's okay, I'd take being killed!
I'll sit here, forever wrapped in pain and fear. As long as he's able to run and laugh, it's alright. I did it all for him anyway. So play your sick game. Move your pieces as you will. Hurt me all you want, because he'll still be there to smile at me. Whatever game you're playing, it's really just you and me and that was your mistake. Your first, only, and fatal mistake.
Because it cost you the game.