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Adult ++
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16
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11
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Chapter 16
PAIRING(S): Seto + Mokuba
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: Grey-san, Corvin-san, Field-san and the Kravans.
SPOILERS: None really, since the plot is most likely more AU than anything else.
SUMMARY: Mokuba is now 15 years old and has grown into a confident young man. In the years since Secrets that Remain Mokuba has become aware of Seto's game and the brothers have become inseparably close. Yet many secrets still remain. As the eve of Mokuba's 16th birthday nears, a new and unusual tension is in the air.
What lies beneath the surface of happy days and silent nights? When the demons of the past will not die, how does one continue to live? "This ephemeral peace will one day shatter and all shall fall away...”
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yuugiou nor am I making any money from this story. Please give appropriate support toward Yuugiou's mangaka Takahashi Kazuki, the English publisher VIZ and the original publisher SHUEISHA Inc.
*****WARNINGS: PLEASE NOTE that this story contains direct mention and some description of sexual/mental child abuse between two males. This content is portrayed as a damaging, terrible act of violation toward a child as any type of child abuse is; however, if this subject offends you in ANY way, please do not read.
Contains Yaoi/MalexMale/Homosexual and incestuous situations, mature language, mention of attempted suicide, and various other not nice things.
-Blood.
---Chapter 16---
“Mokuba! Don’t forget your tooth brush and bath supplies.”
“I know!” Mokuba yelled back, one step past the bathroom door. He backed up immediately and entered the room. “What time will the boat be here?”
“12:00 pm sharp!” Seto doubted the boatman would object to waiting. He was one of Ira’s men and unquestioningly professional. That would only matter if they strayed from schedule. So far everything was going smoothly in packing and removing every trace that the pair had been on the island.
The time on Ambrosia had been short, but full of excitement and unforgettable memories. Many significant events were now irreversibly bound to the island. Seto was a little sad to leave it, since he knew this time would be forever. He ran through the list of supplies to be packed, mentally tallying what had already been done and what was still needed. The clock on the wall read 9:46 am; there was still plenty of time. Only a few personal articles were left to gather.
Seto paused in the light of the large front windows. He could see far into the forest, the rising sun mostly visible over the treetops. He noticed a mounting discomfort in his right forearm. Glancing down he saw vermillion splotches soaking through the bandages. He assumed the wound reopened while he was packing. He would need to have it professionally treated and perhaps stitched up; the area around the cut had started to turn an unhealthy red over the last thirty six hours. Seto frowned, remembering the unnecessary incident that had caused the wound. He promptly recalled within which bag he had packed the medical supplies. He retrieved the small bag with the needed articles and took it into the bathroom.
Seto noticed with satisfaction that all Mokuba’s bathroom items had at last been removed and hopefully packed. He set down the medical kit before removing the red, wet material from his arm. He washed the wound thoroughly and patted it dry before reaching for the antiseptic. Seto then tackled the task of replacing his bandage with only one arm.
Mokuba happened to pass the open door and witnessed this performance. Seto was not doing badly; after all, he had wrapped it a few times by himself already this week. The teen pursed his lips and intervened anyway. Despite Seto’s ability to fix the bandage without help, it was by far an easier task with two hands.
A tanned hand came to rest on Seto’s left arm, “Here, let me,” Mokuba offered.
The brunette paused for a moment, blinking, then with no stubborn remark whatsoever he turned to better accept Mokuba’s request.
“Thank you,” Seto said, handing over the material. Mokuba finished the task quickly and skillfully. He looked over at the soiled bandages in the trash, eyes expressing his unhappiness at the sight of the still bright red stains on the white cloth. His hands lingered over Seto’s, holding the slender palm between his own. He squeezed gently.
“It started bleeding again, huh? We need to have it looked at when we get home.” Mokuba looked up at Seto from his position beside him, inquiring worriedly, “Does it hurt any?”
Seto shook his head, “Not much. It’s good for now.” He looked back down at Mokuba, feeling the warmth of the teen’s hands over his own. Mokuba smiled pleasantly. The gleam behind silver eyes expressed as much happiness as shyness. Seto returned the smile and brought his left hand to lie atop the other three. He patted a tanned hand before speaking again.
“We’re almost done packing. We can hang out on the beach until noon; sound good?”
“Sounds great. I’ll…get back to it. Take care not to open that again. Call me before lifting anything heavy; ok?” He said this as he back out the doorway, reluctantly letting go of Seto’s hands.
“Yeah. I’ll be careful.” Seto let the warmth release him and watched Mokuba go. He turned away from the door, closing his hand into a loose fist. Azure eyes looked back from a spotless mirror, eyes with just the smallest hint of life, a bit of brightness that Seto was sure had not been there before. At least, they were not nearly as dull as they usually were. He glanced at his closed hand. Mokuba had been very relaxed all morning, as if a good night’s sleep had placed everything into perspective. He was not acting much different from usual except for the subtle little looks and the unusually bashful touches. It was as if Mokuba were trying to reaffirm the level of contact allowed after last night. Seto compared the behavior to that of courtship. Mokuba was smitten and already courting his prospective lover. It was flattering and Seto wondered how such endearing actions would affect his feelings over time. Perhaps two years from now Seto and Mokuba would share feelings of being in love. Maybe Seto’s nightmares would ease after not having to keep everything inside. Maybe the world would burn tomorrow as the sun exploded. Seto could not predict the future, but for the first time in many years Seto was looking forward to how things could go from here.
Seto emerged from the bathroom holding to the fringes of hope, his fingers warm from the contact. A bittersweet tightness held desperately to his heart. He made a second promise apart from his word to Mokuba, this one to himself: he would not give up this new found, hard won hope. He would ride the rollercoaster over any path until it either stopped or crashed. Wherever it led, he at least knew he would be standing beside Mokuba in that final moment.
---End---
It took me over two years to finish this story. For those of you who have been reading it since the beginning, I thank you and applaud your memory. LOL. I do not currently have any plans for a sequel, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen. Right now I feel satisfied with the story the way it is; the feelings Seto is finally beginning to acknowledge and examine within his heart could go either way at this point and each reader has the option to choose.
I adore writing this pair and should I ever have another story worthy of following this one up, I will gladly share it.
I wish you all wonderful dreams and even better experiences.
-Blood =)
P.S. Such incredible and flattering reviews! You've made me shy. Thank you all for your kind words. Please enjoy.
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: Grey-san, Corvin-san, Field-san and the Kravans.
SPOILERS: None really, since the plot is most likely more AU than anything else.
SUMMARY: Mokuba is now 15 years old and has grown into a confident young man. In the years since Secrets that Remain Mokuba has become aware of Seto's game and the brothers have become inseparably close. Yet many secrets still remain. As the eve of Mokuba's 16th birthday nears, a new and unusual tension is in the air.
What lies beneath the surface of happy days and silent nights? When the demons of the past will not die, how does one continue to live? "This ephemeral peace will one day shatter and all shall fall away...”
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yuugiou nor am I making any money from this story. Please give appropriate support toward Yuugiou's mangaka Takahashi Kazuki, the English publisher VIZ and the original publisher SHUEISHA Inc.
*****WARNINGS: PLEASE NOTE that this story contains direct mention and some description of sexual/mental child abuse between two males. This content is portrayed as a damaging, terrible act of violation toward a child as any type of child abuse is; however, if this subject offends you in ANY way, please do not read.
Contains Yaoi/MalexMale/Homosexual and incestuous situations, mature language, mention of attempted suicide, and various other not nice things.
-Blood.
---Chapter 16---
“Mokuba! Don’t forget your tooth brush and bath supplies.”
“I know!” Mokuba yelled back, one step past the bathroom door. He backed up immediately and entered the room. “What time will the boat be here?”
“12:00 pm sharp!” Seto doubted the boatman would object to waiting. He was one of Ira’s men and unquestioningly professional. That would only matter if they strayed from schedule. So far everything was going smoothly in packing and removing every trace that the pair had been on the island.
The time on Ambrosia had been short, but full of excitement and unforgettable memories. Many significant events were now irreversibly bound to the island. Seto was a little sad to leave it, since he knew this time would be forever. He ran through the list of supplies to be packed, mentally tallying what had already been done and what was still needed. The clock on the wall read 9:46 am; there was still plenty of time. Only a few personal articles were left to gather.
Seto paused in the light of the large front windows. He could see far into the forest, the rising sun mostly visible over the treetops. He noticed a mounting discomfort in his right forearm. Glancing down he saw vermillion splotches soaking through the bandages. He assumed the wound reopened while he was packing. He would need to have it professionally treated and perhaps stitched up; the area around the cut had started to turn an unhealthy red over the last thirty six hours. Seto frowned, remembering the unnecessary incident that had caused the wound. He promptly recalled within which bag he had packed the medical supplies. He retrieved the small bag with the needed articles and took it into the bathroom.
Seto noticed with satisfaction that all Mokuba’s bathroom items had at last been removed and hopefully packed. He set down the medical kit before removing the red, wet material from his arm. He washed the wound thoroughly and patted it dry before reaching for the antiseptic. Seto then tackled the task of replacing his bandage with only one arm.
Mokuba happened to pass the open door and witnessed this performance. Seto was not doing badly; after all, he had wrapped it a few times by himself already this week. The teen pursed his lips and intervened anyway. Despite Seto’s ability to fix the bandage without help, it was by far an easier task with two hands.
A tanned hand came to rest on Seto’s left arm, “Here, let me,” Mokuba offered.
The brunette paused for a moment, blinking, then with no stubborn remark whatsoever he turned to better accept Mokuba’s request.
“Thank you,” Seto said, handing over the material. Mokuba finished the task quickly and skillfully. He looked over at the soiled bandages in the trash, eyes expressing his unhappiness at the sight of the still bright red stains on the white cloth. His hands lingered over Seto’s, holding the slender palm between his own. He squeezed gently.
“It started bleeding again, huh? We need to have it looked at when we get home.” Mokuba looked up at Seto from his position beside him, inquiring worriedly, “Does it hurt any?”
Seto shook his head, “Not much. It’s good for now.” He looked back down at Mokuba, feeling the warmth of the teen’s hands over his own. Mokuba smiled pleasantly. The gleam behind silver eyes expressed as much happiness as shyness. Seto returned the smile and brought his left hand to lie atop the other three. He patted a tanned hand before speaking again.
“We’re almost done packing. We can hang out on the beach until noon; sound good?”
“Sounds great. I’ll…get back to it. Take care not to open that again. Call me before lifting anything heavy; ok?” He said this as he back out the doorway, reluctantly letting go of Seto’s hands.
“Yeah. I’ll be careful.” Seto let the warmth release him and watched Mokuba go. He turned away from the door, closing his hand into a loose fist. Azure eyes looked back from a spotless mirror, eyes with just the smallest hint of life, a bit of brightness that Seto was sure had not been there before. At least, they were not nearly as dull as they usually were. He glanced at his closed hand. Mokuba had been very relaxed all morning, as if a good night’s sleep had placed everything into perspective. He was not acting much different from usual except for the subtle little looks and the unusually bashful touches. It was as if Mokuba were trying to reaffirm the level of contact allowed after last night. Seto compared the behavior to that of courtship. Mokuba was smitten and already courting his prospective lover. It was flattering and Seto wondered how such endearing actions would affect his feelings over time. Perhaps two years from now Seto and Mokuba would share feelings of being in love. Maybe Seto’s nightmares would ease after not having to keep everything inside. Maybe the world would burn tomorrow as the sun exploded. Seto could not predict the future, but for the first time in many years Seto was looking forward to how things could go from here.
Seto emerged from the bathroom holding to the fringes of hope, his fingers warm from the contact. A bittersweet tightness held desperately to his heart. He made a second promise apart from his word to Mokuba, this one to himself: he would not give up this new found, hard won hope. He would ride the rollercoaster over any path until it either stopped or crashed. Wherever it led, he at least knew he would be standing beside Mokuba in that final moment.
---End---
It took me over two years to finish this story. For those of you who have been reading it since the beginning, I thank you and applaud your memory. LOL. I do not currently have any plans for a sequel, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen. Right now I feel satisfied with the story the way it is; the feelings Seto is finally beginning to acknowledge and examine within his heart could go either way at this point and each reader has the option to choose.
I adore writing this pair and should I ever have another story worthy of following this one up, I will gladly share it.
I wish you all wonderful dreams and even better experiences.
-Blood =)
P.S. Such incredible and flattering reviews! You've made me shy. Thank you all for your kind words. Please enjoy.