A.N.: As usual feel free to skip this and go right to the story. Sorry it took me a little longer to update. I am a day late sue me. Alright this time I tried to write in Mokuba's POV and I really need help now. I wrote another fic in Mokuba's POV previously and it was so crappy I didn't even want to post it. I made him too whiny well now I made a complete 180. He's angrier here that depressed so I need to know which you would have preferred. If this fic tanks I'll probably post the other one. This is somewhat of a sequel to "Do You Hate Me?" I am having a lot of trouble trying to get into his mindset because this kid is extraordinary; his circumstances truly are extraordinary, when you think about it. This set a little after Noa's Arc same thing for the first chapter.
Silence. I hate it. Its annoying, this loud deafening silence. Sadder still is the fact that my brother is the one who put up this wall of silence between us. It is he who doesn't want to talk to me or for me to talk to him because he knows what I am going to ask. He wants me to forget everything, about what happened. Some things are just too taboo I guess its better to never talk about them.
But I can't.
It's been a month since the incident and we still haven't spoken about it. I guess he figures that actions are louder than words. That's true most of the time but actions could be just as false as any unfulfilled promise or adroitly constructed lie. He's changed a little and I am grateful for that but he still hasn't changed everything. He's still stubborn. When he doesn't want to talk about something he won't. period.
I can't look at him the same way anymore. And even he knows it. I see in it in his eyes, when I can look at them. They are the only things that can betray his cold demeanor. They have this all-knowing quality to them; they alone can articulate what his lips will never say; what his hands will never write.
They're pleading. They wish things would go back to the way they used to be. They wish I didn't have to know what I know now. Sometimes I wish things weren't like this either. That I didn't even know what I know now: the truth.
But they can't. And I can't.
I can't forget what I learned in Noa's World. I can't forget what I saw, no matter how hard I try.
I saw Seto. In his purest form. Every flaw, every miserable unscrupulous deed he ever committed. Noa showed them all to me. After all these years it took someone like him to put a rift between us. After all that we have been through, with everyone trying to break us apart he finally succeeded. And he didn't even have to try too hard; he just showed me the truth. I saw Seto. I watched him as he used everyone around us to fight his way to the top. I watched as he manipulated the big five and even our stepfather. Everyone fell for it. Then I saw him use me... And I fell for it. He manipulated me, he was always one step ahead me, predicting every move that I would make and I played right into his hands.
And in this loud deafening silence that is the one thing that I can think about. This is something I can not ignore; no matter how hard I try the fact still remains.
He betrayed me. He thinks I can just forget about that? Well guess what? I can't just forgive and forget. I am sick of the silence. It just reminds me how far away I am from Seto right now. Sometimes he's there physically in the room but he's not really there. We are in two completely different worlds but still in the same room.
I know what he has done but now I need to know why. He thinks that I know too much as it is and would rather I not know anything more, but he is not the only one in this family that is stubborn. It's easy for his stubbornness to rub off on me since he is my family.
I need to know why. Why? Why did he do this to me? It still hurts, the fact that he would deceive me. I need to know what else he has been hiding from me. There's more to the story I know it.
People who love each other don't hurt each other, right? You never betray family, right? Then why did Seto.
I need to hear it from you nisama. Please tell me. Please just talk to me. I can't stand this silence. I need to ask you something: Do you even love me? Do you, really? I doubt that you do.
If you are reading this right now then there are no words that can express how grateful I am to you. Whether or not you review is up to you but thank you so much regardless !