Step Closer to the Edge
2: One Way Trip
Disclaimer – Yu-Gi-Oh! does not belong to me. Rong is copyrighted to me.
It was 2 am by the time Rong got home. She slid off her boots, putting them by the door, and flung her rifle case onto the sofa. Another target taken care of. The money would be deposited into her checking account later.
She grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge, not caring what flavor it was. She took a few sips, and contemplated her actions. She'd killed someone. She was a murderer. But it wasn't so bad. She'd done away with many others. Rong looked inside the bottle, as if something in the apple juice would suddenly reveal itself to her.
No, she shouldn't feel guilty. She didn't know these people. They were of no relation or acquaintance to her. She was merely acting on orders. She only did it for the money, and nothing else. That decided, Rong put the half-empty bottle in the sink and made her way upstairs to the bathroom.
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Mokuba felt like he was drowning in something. It wasn't water, more like clouds, but they felt oppressive, smothering him into nothingness.
A few moments later, he distinctly recognized the feeling and forms of pillows, which surrounded him, and noticed that a heavy blanket was over his head. Mokuba tangled with the blanket for a while, then sat up and regained enough sense to realize that someone had carried him to his room and tucked him in bed.
Mokuba suddenly put a hand to his head, now only noticing a dull, but throbbing headache. What had just happened? All the moments that came before seemed like a fast-forwarded film full of scenes that didn't come in order. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching out his arms and back.
He glanced at the clock. It was 5:15 pm: he'd been asleep for only little more than an hour. A glance at his desk reminded him of the homework he had yet to do. His eyes fell on his laptop, which was turned off, but suddenly he seemed to remember the events that passed in the last hour.
Then it hit him. Seto was dead. His big brother was dead. The one who'd been there for him all his life was dead. Mokuba stood staring at the wall for a few moments to take in this fact. Then he shook his head. "I'm being silly," he said, then almost turned around to find out who had spoken when he realized that it was only himself.
Okay. So onii-chan was dead. Now what did that mean? Well, for one thing, Mokuba was now on his own. For another, Mokuba was now president of Kaiba Corp. And what did he have to do about his brother's death. What else but move on? It was no use standing here, grieving. Mokuba decided that that was the most logical path to take, although he didn't feel like it.
Mokuba sat down hard in his chair, and began doing his homework, unsuccessfully trying to shut out any thoughts except for history and pre-calculus.
