This is just another quick look into Seto's psyche. Can you handle it?
I spent five years in that damn orphanage. There we were basically forgotten about. No one would adopt us- and I meant us, Mokuba and I. I felt like I was nothing, invisible. And five years of that crap can put a number on anyone. Then we were adopted Gozaburo Kaiba.
And I thought the orphanage was a nightmare. I had seen my parents die before my eyes, I had stood idly by as I was chewed up and spit out by my "caring" relatives who only wanted Mokuba and I as long our inheritance kept putting money in their pockets, when it inevitably ran out we were quickly disposed of. I had seen more hardship than most eleven- year olds. But even then I had no concept of real pain until he adopted us. I thought that after all that we had been through perhaps we could finally have some semblance of a family. Things couldn't possibly get worst, right? How naive I was to believe in such foolishness.
Everyday that I spent at that mansion I was reminded how weak I was, how pathetic. Every day that I spent there was hell personified and he himself the devil. I was abused in every sense of the word. Verbally, physically, mentally, emotionally I was tormented. I would learn the hard way that "to lose was to die", a lesson I would never forget. But there was one good thing that came out of it: with all of Gozaburo's attention on me Mokuba was all but ignored. I know it must have hurt him to be so neglected, but believe me, Mokuba did not want Gozaburo's type of attention…
That was me at my lowest. I felt like shit. After being told I was weak for so long I started to believe it. I wasn't sleeping much anymore or eating for that matter. I was ready to give up, I was even considering suicide. But I soon came to realize that failure was not an option. One day I saw a bruise on Mokuba. It was the most terrible thing I had ever seen: a hideous blue and purple mark tainting his perfect skin. It was obvious where that injury stemmed from; it became evidently clear that if I was to fail now Mokuba would be expected to take my place. I could never allow that to happen. I had to formulate a completely new plan. I could no longer play by his rules. I would win in my own way. And I did. I killed him, that bastard dared to lay a hand on my brother and no one got away with that. No one. I was no longer weak anymore.
After that moment I made a pact with myself: no one would ever make me feel that weak ever again. If that meant a living a guarded life, so be it for I would never let my guard down. I would never feel that vulnerable again. No one would ever get the best of me- again. I would protect Mokuba at all costs. I would be stronger than he ever was. I refuse to be so fragile, to let emotions get the best of me. I can not. I will not. I have to stay strong, for Mokuba, to keep myself from going crazy. I am not weak. At least not anymore. To lose it to die and I have to live… For Mokuba.
I am not sure when my next update is coming, in all honesty. If you don't hear from me in awhile it's because Hurricane Wilma has taken out my power. Sorry please excuse us Floridians, and as always thank you so much for reading!