I don't own Yu-gi-oh, or any of the characters . . .
The shattered pieces of what had been one of the largest structures in the city had lain there for over a decade. There had been rumors, each more terrible than the one before, but in truth, no one knew what really happened to cause the company's sudden failure. The one thing that everyone knew was that somehow the president of the company had found a way to continue to keep the land his business had sat on even though it was no longer occupied by the tall glass-like tower.
The structure would have been the only thing recognizable from the town the way it was just ten years ago. Its ruins sit in the midst of new corporate buildings that have been erected in those years. The contrast of the well-dressed businessmen and women walking by the depressing sign of its fall create a rather surreal image. Strangely, as of yet, not a single resident has complained or requested removal of the eyesore.
Today a man walks through the debris, unnoticed by those walking hurriedly by to their daily jobs. Most do not care; those who do have seen him before. He comes once a year, his black sports car parked in exactly the same place across from the destruction. Those who had known of him would have said he looked exactly the same. Those who hesitantly called him 'friend' would have noticed the slight changes – the almost undetectable forward roll of the shoulders, the one piece of hair that was out of place, the unpolished spot on his black dress shoe. The pride was still there, the stiff coldness, the air of superiority.
He looks much older than he is, which is somewhere around thirty-years-old. As he trudges through the wreckage, his steps take on a determined nature, as if on a set path. He suddenly stops, kneeling in the debris in front of a piece of glass, sticking up strangely from the rest. Hanging from it is card shaped locket on a brown chain. The man opens the locket, wrinkles creasing his forehead as he again stares at the picture of a young boy of ten, in a yellow dress shirt and blue sweater vest. In frustration, he closes his eyes, gripping a similar-looking locket hanging from his neck. Anger flushes his face as he squats there. How could I have let this happen? I thought I had everything under control, but somehow I had not understood how you would fit into my plans. I wish I knew where things went wrong. What if we had never left that orphanage? Would we have been better off? I know I could have stopped this, should have stopped it, but somehow I missed the signs completely. I should have paid more attention to you. I thought I knew what you wanted, or at least what was best for you. Now I know I didn't. And so does everyone else. How did it come to this?
An older man wearing sunglasses and a jet black suits steps out of the waiting car and walks silently over to him. "Sir?" The other, jolts slightly, then nods, slowly and numbly.
"I'll be right there," he adds, his voice sharp, emotionless and steady. The older man bows slightly in return and walks back toward the car. I cannot tell you how sorry I am. I would give anything . . .anything to have you back. To have you here with me. I failed you – the worst failure in my entire life. If only I could go back in time and make things right and have you back . . . then I would smile again, like you say I used to, little brother . . . I would smile for you, Mokie.
I'm planning on this being a oneshot, but if I get a bunch of requests for an explanation in the form of a story, then I might be persuaded to change my mind. Anywho, please review!
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