Some Mokie angst, because Seto gets all the fun. Horror overtones. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: Do. Not. Own.

Night Terrors

And I wake up in the night

To the swelling of the fright

And I lie there simply waiting

For the hurting and the hating

Till again the start of battle

Between the master and his chattel

And I turn again to dreaming

Before the fighting turns to screaming

Clinging to the sleeping

Tuning out the sound of weeping

Waiting hopeless for the storm

This next dark before the dawn

My lullaby this keening

Heart-torn and endless seeming

Till again the silence grows

From those of us who know

Of the darkness ever-present

And the pain that lives unlessened

And the night will always cry

For those of us who lie

Listening to another's shielding

Of the one grown used to yielding

And we feel again the shame

That we caused this pain again.

Set during Gozaburo years (obviously). Mokie mourns for his brother's battles, and his percieved fault in causing them. R&R?