Chapter 11
Mokuba cried in the emptiness of his brother's bedroom. His brother went to work, as their butler Roland informed him. Seto didn't even say goodbye… He held his pillow. He looked around the room. No décor. No bright colors. Just emptiness. Like his brother's heart. He sat on his brother's bed snuggling in the covers. He tried to soak up every bit of his brother that he could. He squeezed the pillow tightly. All that was heard was Mokuba's sobbing breaths as they echoed themselves down the empty halls.
Seto Kaiba was like a demon from hell. Which didn't suit the Sabbath day at all. He walked down the halls of his company office firing the first person he saw regardless if they were good workers or not. He made his way, leaving victims of his rage cleaning out their desks as he stepped into his office and slammed the door. Which was a lot harder than you think. He found himself breathing hard. As if he had asthma. He sat down. He turned his computer on. He looked down at the papers on his desk. More to file. To hell with filing. He slammed his fist into his desk hard, sending every paper on his desk flying in a messy clutter every which way. He looked at his computer screen. It stared back. I hate you. I hate you more than anything. He held back nothing. He slammed into his computer, breaking the screen and sending it to the floor where many other office supplies lay. Like soldiers from a war. With an electrical crash, the computer lay, broken. He collapsed in his chair. He broke down. After all those years. He broke down. He rubbed his cheek. It was wet. Where had it come from? He wiped his eyes. He was crying. Tears made their way down his cheeks. He wiped his face. He was crying. He was wet. He hated being wet. But as his feelings that he closed up for so long, fell from him with every tear that fell, he was starting to love it now.
It was late when Seto came back. Mokuba had sat up waiting for him. He stood from the couch he was sitting on. He had his pajama's on. Kaiba looked down at his brother. His face was red. His nose was sniffling. Mokuba looked up at his brother. His chest felt tight.
" I…I'm sorry…Seto." He whispered.
Kaiba nodded.
" I didn't mean to…I only meant to…I just wanted…you to be happy…" Mokuba finished.
No reply.
" Please Seto…don't be mad at me. P-Please don't be mad." He was pleading now. Pleading to be accepted into his big brother's heart.
Kaiba was expressionless.
" Please Seto don't ignore me! Please! Ground me! Scold me! Please don't ignore me! Anything but that…" His brother begged.
Kaiba bent down and put a finger on his brother's quivering lip to silence him. He gently picked Mokuba up. Mokuba grabbed on to his brother as if he would never let go. And he wouldn't. Never. Kaiba brought him over to the couch sitting down with Mokuba in his arms. Mokuba looked up at him, tears threatening to slip down from his eyes. Kaiba was silent for a moment. Mokuba was too.
" Do you remember…that story… I used to tell you at the orphanage to help you get to sleep?" Kaiba asked softly.
Mokuba nodded. Though he could barely remember how it went now.
" Do you want to hear it?"
" Yes."
" Alright. Do you remember the beginning?"
" No."
" It was about a dragon."
" A dragon…" Mokuba repeated, trying to remember.
" But not just any dragon. It was about a blue eyes white dragon."
" I think I remember a little…"
" A young boy, from a very small village, found this blue eyes white dragon. He was afraid of it at first. But then found it was a beautiful sight when alone and flying gracefully in the sky. This boy went back to his village after a few day of watching the dragon and told the people of his findings. People were shocked and some were amazed. The boy wanted the dragon very badly. He wanted it to fly him everywhere. He decided that he would try to tame it. He told the village people of his plan, but they laughed in his face. " You cannot tame dragons! They are fierce massive creatures! They are best left alone." The people of his village scoffed. The boy did not listen though. He went back to the place where he had found the dragon. He was pleased to find it was on the ground, drinking from a small pond. He walked up next to it. The dragon, sensing another presence turned around and uttered a fierce growl into the boy's face. The boy remained still, and spoke slowly to the dragon, " I do not wish to harm you, I only want to fly with you." He reached up, attempting to pet the dragon. It roared. The boy was afraid, but did not back down. He let his hand rest on the dragon's back. The dragon looked at the boy, its blue eyes burning into the boy's brown ones. The boy pet the dragon. The dragon did not growl again. It arched its back closer to the boy. The boy looked up at the dragon cautiously, and then mounted the massive creature. The dragon flapped its mighty wings and flew into the sky. The boy cried out in excitement. The people of his village were down below. They looked to the skies and pointed with great awe, "It's a dragon!" The boy yelled out for the people of his village to hear and for the heavens to hear, " Dragons can be tamed!"
Kaiba looked down at his oddly unmoving brother. Mokuba had fallen asleep. Kaiba smiled and picked Mokuba up again. He carried him to his room. He lied him down on his bed. He pulled up the covers. His brother's eyes opened slightly as he murmured " I love you Seto." Kaiba smiled and kissed him goodnight. Kaiba never said 'I love you'. It was just not the way he showed affection. But Mokuba knew. Seto did not have to say it for him to know. He would always be in his brother's heart.
Seto Kaiba moved down the halls of the mansion. It was an odd day. He'd have to buy another computer since he broke the other one. Oh well. No rush. Maybe he'd take a few weeks off. Spend time with Mokuba. After all, he was the president of his company. He could do whatever he liked. He stopped short. He remembered the story he had just told Mokuba and realized it reminded him of what he seemed to be going through. The dragon, was like him in a way, alone, important, and respected. The young boy was his brother trying to teach him to fly with others. To fly with others. His brother, was the only one who believed in him. Believed he could change. Believed he could be tamed. Believed he was not just a dragon that hated everything. Believed that he could open up. It seemed silly. It was silly. Then again, everything in his life had been this way. He still would refuse to talk to anyone. Or become socially active. He was Seto Kaiba. He didn't like people. And people did not like him. That was not true. Mokuba loved his brother. And if that didn't count for something, he didn't know what did. It was all very confusing, but then again, what wasn't in this crazy world. Seto Kaiba was beginning to believe some thing. Not in God, not in people, not in his business. He believes that dragons can be tamed. And they could. They could.