Oh hello, thank you for those who are really reading my story...I'm extra thankful.:)
Well, here's another chapter!
A Double Entendre
Note to readers:
thoughts and flashbacks
Oh yeah, if you really wanna feel the love of the first part of this chapter and the flashback part..the good part of the flashback ... I'm telling you know to listen to 'Spring Time by Yiruma'..Yes, I'm in love with the piano thinggy of this person.
Can you blame me? It's mondo good.
Disclaimer: I know it doesn't belong to me. So you should not sue.
"Seto! Wake up!" a woman said.
In his half awake half asleep state he mumbled "Unngh, later."
"Seto! You'll be late" she exclaimed
What? I'm already in school. Beside the stupid tree.
"Seto, it's your first day of school today. We don't want you do be late now, do we?" she said.
That voice, that tone of speaking. It's sounds all too familiar.
So he opened his eyes and saw one of the people he's been longing to see, for a very long time.
Glad.
Overjoyed.
Rhapsodic.
Auspicious.
Exuberant.
Ecstatic.
Bliss.
"Mum?" he asked, he called for her. He wanted to make sure it was the real thing.
"Yes, Seto?" She replied with a motherly smile
It is her.
She continued to speak "Seto, come on now. It's time to move about. You have to get off the bed or you'll be late, love."
He stared at her.
Her brown hair and blue eyes.
Her pale skin.
Her warm and beautiful smile.
His 'mum'.
She was here.
His mother reached for him. "Come on Seto, get your lazy butt off the bed."
He hugged her. He wanted to cry. He was just so happy to see her again.
When they were going to leave his childhood room, she disappeared.
He woke up.
Surrounded by people.
Women to be precise.
And a few males as well.
An easy come, an easy go go. As they say, the group of people ran around and disappeared quickly.
Where did all those people come from? He thought.
He heard voices buzzing, but there was no one around. He was trying to find the source of the sound but no avail.
"Seto! Wake up!"
Mum?
"Wake up!"
He opened his eyes. Confused beyond belief. He was in a white room. Then after a few moments, he realized he was in the hospital.
"Onee-sama, your awake!" Mokuba said.
"What happened?" the confused boy asked his brother.
"Yugi and his friends called me. They said they saw you right beside the cherry blossom tree and you were asleep. So they decided to wake you up but then when they held you, your hands were very cold and you were very pale. So they called me, to ask if you were sick." he said.
"So Seto, how are you feeling?"
"I've been better, lightheaded in fact.
Then he continued to speak "I'm fine."
Even his sentences were a little out of order.
Then the two brothers heard someone knocking. It was Dr. Fujioka.
"Ah! Dr. Fujioka!" Mokuba said when he realized it was him who entered the room.
"Good day, Kaiba-sama." He replied to Mokuba's greeting.
"Dr. Fujioka. There's no need to address me with such formality." Mokuba said.
He nodded in reply and turned towards the elder brother and asked "Kaiba-sama, have you been taking your medications recently?"
The teen averted his gaze nor did he reply to the question.
"I'll take that as a 'no'." said the doctor.
Mokuba looked at his brother with a disappointed expression.
Seto Kaiba just couldn't take the guilt every time his brother gave him that expression.
He felt like rubbish every time Mokuba would give him that look.
His stomach would twist and turn.
He felt blameworthy.
He just couldn't. He cannot stand it. It's a terrible feeling.
Dr. Fujioka interrupted their somewhat silent conversation and said "Well then, Kaiba-sama. I'm sorry but you'd need to have a new set of medications." He looked around then said his goodbyes.
Mokuba broke the silence by asking the question, his brother wished he's never ask.
"Seto, why weren't you taking up your medications?" he asked his brother. Hoping he would answer.
"I just-- I don't know." he replied jadedly and went on and said "I'll rest for a while, Mokuba."
So Mokuba left him alone. He left him there in the hospital room to give him some time to think.
That's how Seto solves his problems. He just needs a few moments to be with himself and think.
He walked down the hallway, down to the lobby, and made his way to the limo.
Why is he being like this?
What could he have done lately to make his condition get this bad?
What if Seto is--?
Mokuba instantly got rid of that thought. He dismissed it.
"No, he wouldn't do that." Mokuba said, loud enough for only him to hear.
He started to recall a few precious moments in his life, memorable moments that he shared with his one and only big brother.
XFlashbackX
"Hey Mokuba!" he said with a beaming smile, which was practically plastered to his face.
The million dollar smile, that's what the people in the orphanage said.
"Hey Mokuba! Look at this, if I lift the string high enough, I'd be able to create enough force if I lift this string high enough, the wheel would have the perfect gravitational pull from this height that if I let it go, it would have enough speed to go through a hoop. Just in case you're wondering how I got this answer, I multiplied the force of gravity on a falling object and then multiplied the mass and acceleration of the object! It's cool isn't it?" Seto said, happily and terribly amazed grinning boyishly because he was able to create a 'mini roller coaster'.
"Seto, where did that part of you go?" Mokuba asked himself.
Mokuba was laying down on his bed peacefully, before someone decided to startle him off the bed.
The poor little boy was just shocked.
Unaware of what was going to happen, he landed on the floor. Butt first.
Then suddenly a familiar set of hands started to help him stand up and get to his feet.
"Happy birthday Mokuba!" he said, with all the happiness, joy, delight and felicity a person could possibly feel. Well, he must have gotten the energy from the vitality of the world just to say it with so much happiness or maybe Seto was just really happy.
"Seto! Don't startle me!" he replied, trying to hide his humiliation. Desperately. Though, no avail.
His elder brother laughed.
"We're having a celebration, Mokuba. They prepared cakes, cookies, candy and all those thinggys in colorful wrappers!" his brother practically enumerated everything with much excitement then continued, "Then after that, we'd have to visit mom and dad, we don't want them to get lonely now, do we?" he said with a smile like smug. Trying to conceal the sadness.
"Okay Seto! Let's bring the flowers you planted a few weeks ago!" Mokuba said thoughtfully.
"You didn't have to say that Mokuba, I've already done it." he replied synonymously.
Why Seto? You were already happy before he came in.
Gozaburo. The first man in history who is able to turn happy and cheerful children into working, close to flawless robotic machines.
"Then answer is wrong!" he screamed at the young boy.
"I-I'm sorry." he replied apologetically.
"Is that stuttering I hear? Seto, no heir of mine will stutter is that understood?" he said without a hint of compassion in his voice. It was all sternness. Cold, hard sternness.
The poor boy mustered all of his courage just to say yes.
"Yes, I will try. With all my ability, not to stutter anymore."
"Well, then. I hope you keep your word, Seto." The older man replied.
It was in this period of history when the poor young boy forgot the most basic joys in life.
Laughter.
Smiles.
It was in this point of his life when his body decided to break down. Such a young boy was pushed to the limits. He was following a schedule far to quick and stressful for his body to cope with.
This was the time when Dr. Fujioka entered the picture.
He was a very successful doctor. One of the few people looking out for Seto.
"I'm sorry bring bad news but Seto-sama has a rare case of anemia. Apparently, he's had it since birth. It just turned into something more serious, due to the stress he is experiencing."
The maids and butlers tried to help Seto as frequently as they can. The tutors secretly lightened his study load.
But it wasn't enough.
It was too late.
The damage has been done.
As the years passed, it got even worse. There was a time when it almost became fatal.
Then, Gozaburo disappeared. He just vanished from their lives.
He was gone.
Seto learned how to smile and laugh again, but still there was something different. He became Gozaburo's living legacy, he may laugh and smile but they're empty. Emotionless.
Xend of flashbackX
Mokuba didn't notice how he got there but he was there, right in front of the grave of his parents.
Akihito Watanabe
A wonderful husband
an a loving father.
Born on August 29, 1970
passed away on
March 7, 2000
Malissa Cosette Watanabe
An affectionate
Wife and mother.
Born on June 3, 1973
and died on the date of
July 7, 1995
Hey mum, hey dad. You know we miss you a lot. Really we do. I know you're right here. You're like our guardian angel, right? You're right there watching over us.
"I really hope you are because as far as I'm concerned, you haven't been here." Mokuba said trying to face the facts.
Well, Mokuba. That guardian angel you're looking for comes in various forms.
How was it? Good? Bad? Love it? Hate it? Loathe it?
Well, I know...The names well, they kinda suck.
And yes, Their mother is not Japanese if you haven't figured that out.
She's something else...