Divine Intervention

Divine Intervention

Author: Serenity Miral

Rating: PG-13 – R

Pairing: Seto/Yami

Summary: Yami and Mokuba have a heart to heart. This chap is
short and sweet cuz I’m tired and I want to go to bed.

Disclaimer: I still don’t own it.

Chapter Two

Yami’s Point of View

“Niisama will be fine; he just needs to rest, is all. He’ll
be fine tomorrow, as will you.”

Sweet Mokuba, always trying to bring out smoky grey lining
in everything. Yes I know the saying
says that ‘Every Cloud has a Silver Lining’, but I see it more as smoky grey.
So sue me.

Anyway, Mokuba is helping me ease a still unresponsive Seto
Kaiba into bed. We decided to give him a slight sedative when he still refused
to break out of his catatonia. It was for the best. He was starting to annoy the
shit out of me like that. Humph. Stupid Seto. Always has to live up to that
cold and untouchable name of his. Sigh.

I sat on the bed, watching my beloved sleep and felt a
sudden chill run up my spine.

“Oh gods,” I choked. I could feel the tears begin to pile in
my eyes. Mokuba noticed and sat next to me.

“Yami, what’s wrong?” he asked, the concern in those huge
grey eyes making my eyes burn. Against my will, tears began to fall down my
cheeks. I couldn’t speak. No matter how hard I tried, I could not force my
voice to work.

Mokuba, the wonderful little brother that he is, wrapped his
arms around my waist and hugged me. “It’ll be okay Yami. You’ll see. No matter
what, things always work out in the end, they always do with you. You’re
magical. I know Niisama refuses to believe it, and he tries to make sure that I
don’t too, but I do. You can do anything. If anything, Niisama has taught me
that anything is possible if you put your mind to it. Well I know that when you
put you mind to this, you’ll work it out.”

I cried even harder at his words. Who knew that this boy, no
this young man, he was nearly fourteen now, could be so wise? I finally found
my voice and whispered the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m so scared.”

His arms tightened around me. I buried my face into his wild
black hair. Even after all these years, he still refused to cut it! “I’m so
lucky to have you as my pseudo-brother,” I said.

I couldn’t see it, but I knew he was smiling. “I’ve always
wanted a big sister.”

I couldn’t help it. I had to hit him for that. So I did.

“Ow! Yami!” he whined as he massaged his arm, yet he was
still smiling. I couldn’t help smiling as well.

“Alright Imp, get out. I’m going to try to get some sleep.”
Mokuba hugged me one last time and left the room. As soon as the door closed, I
felt my melancholy mood descend once more. I climbed into bed and turned
towards Seto. He was so beautiful lying in slumber. He face was relaxed, his
hair mussed and bedraggled. My beautiful dragon. Masculine in every way possible.
I felt tears run down my face once again. I didn’t bother to hold them back
this time.