AN: The end of the fic. I'm considering a sequel, and I know already what it will be if I decide to write it. Feedback on whether or not it should be written would be appreciated. Enjoy the remainder of the story. -DM
-Stay With Me, For A Little While-
by Dark Mrowlidash
Chapter Five: Losing My Life
"Mai, what's going to happen?" Mokuba asked quietly as the loud knocking persisted. Grabbing for his shirt, the boy pulled it over his head.
"I don't know, Mokuba. The only thing we can do is open the door."
"But Seto--" Mokuba cried sharply, "--he's angry!"
"There's nothing I can do about that, I've got to let him in. Believe me, it will be worse if I don't."
With that, Mai rose from the bed, leaving Mokuba sitting alone. Walking over to the door, she took a deep breath, even amidst the screaming on the other side, and then pulled down on the handle, allowing the door to swing open.
"Where is he?" Seto demanded. "Where's my brother?"
Mai stood fast. "He's here. He's visiting with me."
Seto stormed past Mai into the room. "Mokuba," he said angrily, directing his gaze toward his younger brother.
"Seto.." Mokuba said in a nervous little voice, "hey."
"What are you doing with her?"
"She invited me over to play video games," Mokuba gulped after speaking.
Seto was then quiet, looking Mokuba over, inspecting. "Why is your hair like that?" he said as he pointed to Mokuba's rather rumpled hair.
Mokuba paused. He didn't have an answer ready for that one.
Seto didn't wait. He turned to Mai in rage. "What were you doing to him?"
Mai stepped back. "Kaiba, listen to me, I didn't hurt him--"
"What did you do to him?"
"Seto! It's not like that!" Mokuba interjected, leaping from the bed and rushing to Mai's defense. "I swear.. she didn't do anything.. don't yell at her.." he broke off here, tears threatening.
Mai wanted more than anything to comfort Mokuba at that moment, to gather the boy up in her arms and kiss away his tears, to cuddle him and lull him into contented relaxation. Instead, she left him to Seto, taking a step back. Seto, however, turned his attention back to her.
"Don't ever let me see you again," he said, growling. "I don't know how you're planning it, but I know what you're after. Get out of my sight."
Mai's eyes reflected pain, the pain that one only feels when being ripped away from a true love. However, she soon dispelled the look, turned toward the door, and walked out, abandoning her hotel room.
Mokuba, being held still by his brother, despite his struggles, could not go after her.
"Seto.. you don't understand.."
"You don't understand, Mokuba," Seto said sternly. "But you will, you'll understand one day. Now come on, the car is waiting."
Mokuba was lifeless as Seto led him out of the room. The only thing he could hear was the beginnings of rain outside.. and the beeping music still playing from the TV.
Trapped was how Mokuba felt. He'd been forbidden from leaving the house, at Seto's strict command. After a few hours, he could barely stand it.
Mai was out there, somewhere in the violent rain. He watched out his window, the loud thrashing of drops against everything in sight was unbearable, even for those in shelter. He spoke her name to himself, it held the same magic as the first time he'd heard it. "Mai..."
He didn't know where Seto was. He'd disappeared into the depth of the mansion, although for what, Mokuba was unsure. He'd been led to his room, locked in, and then abandoned.
He fell backward, flopping on his bed. The room was lit dimly from the gray light through the window, and Mokuba suddenly felt like crying, again.
He'd lost her, the only one he'd ever loved. And he could never get her back. She was.. gone.
Then, the phone rang. Mokuba sat up and picked it up quickly, hoping to whatever he could that Seto hadn't heard the ring.
"Mokuba, it's Yugi. I know what happened."
"Yugi? What do you mean?"
"She's here, Mokuba, she came to the game shop. She wanted to say goodbye, somehow. She says she's sorry for everything, sorry that she... hello... hello?"
Yugi failed to realize that the only thing he was talking to was an empty room with an open window.
Mokuba, breathless and soaking wet, pounded his fist against the game shop door. Yugi quickly opened it.
"Where is she, where's Mai?" Mokuba asked impatiently.
"I'm right here, Mokuba," Mai said, walking down the steps before Yugi could answer him.
"Mai.." Mokuba said softly as he ran toward her. Mai, however, stepped back, speaking to him instead of accepting his affection. "I'll be going shortly. I've got a ride coming for me."
"But.."
"Mokuba, I'm sorry. This whole thing got out of hand. You and I... it doesn't matter what we say about love, this is wrong. I can't love you, and you can't love me. Understand that for me. I have to go, and you need to go home. I didn't intend for you to come here."
Mokuba was still. He stared into Mai's eyes.
"Mokuba, please.. you have to accept it."
"I want to know," Mokuba began.
"Know what?"
"Why did you call me then?"
"Because, I had one last thing to say to you.."
"You wanted to say sorry?"
"No, I wanted to let you know," a car horn sounded outside, "that I'll always love you."
"But I thought you said that--"
"It's what I need to say. But it's not how I feel. Now I have to go, my ride is here."
Mokuba watched as Mai walked to the door, grabbing the knob.
"Mai?"
"Yes?" she said in a voice that sounded unfamiliar, as if she had never met him before.
"Stay with me, for a little while."
The room was absolutely silent.
"I can't," was all Mai said finally, walking out into the rain.
Mokuba couldn't watch her as she got into the car, couldn't bear to see the car round the corner and disappear out of his life.
"Mokuba, you need to go home. Before you get in any more trouble," Yugi said, coming out of the background.
Mokuba said nothing as he headed out the door and out into the gray evening. It was getting darker and darker, and the rain wouldn't let up.
He thought not of Seto's reaction. He didn't even think about how he would get back into his house. Instead, he wondered, deep in his mind, how he would heal.
He couldn't come up with anything. For a second, a fleeting shade of purple tinted his vision, a familiar scent wafted through his senses. But they were soon washed away by the rain, and replaced with a chill that took grip of his heart. It would stay with him longer than the storm. He knew it.
End