A/N: Sorry in advanced for errors of any kind though I tried to work them all out. I'm really tired right now and it is really early. "Is anybody listening…listening…?"
"Mokuba? I have to go to Kaiba Corp. now- are you going to be ok?" Seto still looked a little worried. He didn't even know how big the bruise really was. Maybe that's why he was so concerned.
"Yeah, I'm good." Mokuba said, pressing the icepack to his forehead. He had taken some painkiller but it didn't seem to be helping. Getting hit with a metal briefcase really hurt, but he imagined he was lucky not to get a concussion.
Mokuba had the excuse to stay home from school because of his bruise. Now he just needed an excuse for getting it. Then he had to convince- and really convince- himself that that was the way he got it, so he could forget about this whole dream. A few ways came immediately to mind. Bullies. No, Seto wouldn't be happy about that. He'd track down the bully and see that he never hurt Mokuba again.
I tripped. How did I manage to get hurt like this by tripping? It doesn't work that way. I fell off my bike. Hmmm….it could work. But then, I didn't have this bruise before I went to sleep.
He jumped over the back of the couch and onto it, grabbing the remote. Maybe TV would help him forget about it. He turned it on, and watched for about an hour, feeling as if he would fall asleep any minute now, then preventing it every time he reminded of the dream. For instance, when he rolled onto his stomach and felt the burning pain from the bruise on his chest. It felt worse than a bruise.
His first instinct was to put his hand on where it hurt, and he felt a swelling. Felt around and discovered a long, thin scar. It seemed to be an old wound, but it still hurt as much as everything else
As the first show went off the next one came on. He quickly discovered it was a rated R horror and turned it off when the first gory scene came on. Ok…no more TV. How about the newspaper? Seto read it every once in a while, so he knew they got it.
He eventually found the paper, and sat down to start reading it. Of course, since today was the one day he turned to the newspaper there seemed to be little exciting news. Or was it always that way? Or was he just weird…?
He read almost the entire newspaper, and found himself looking in the obituaries at one point. Lots of people were dying. Pleasant.
That picture looks kinda…
He did a double take. He stared at the picture hard, trying to figure out what he was seeing. No, he just left a few minutes ago…I saw him. He couldn't have…and they couldn't have found out about it that quickly and put it in here…
A picture of his brother was at the top of one of the pages, and it said that Seto Kaiba had committed suicide. Where? At work? No. It said he was dead at his house. When?
That's when he saw the date. It wasn't today, or yesterday, or a week ago. Today was August 12th 2006. This death was dated October 13th 2006. What the…? That can't be a typo. How could someone get October and not August? He jumped up and ran up the stairs calling for Roland, hoping that he was here.
"Mokuba?" Mokuba just about ran into Roland as he came running down the hall, "What's wrong?"
Mokuba opened the newspaper and began flipping back to the obituaries again. He was obviously panicking, "This newspaper…" He tried to catch his breath, "…says that Seto is going to die!"
"What?" Roland looked a little shocked, "What are you talking about?"
"See, right here!" He held out the newspaper and pointed to where the picture was.
"Mokuba…there's nothing here."
Mokuba grabbed the paper back and looked at the spot where the obituary had been.
It was gone.