WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER (A.K.A. SLEEPLESS II)
folder
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,956
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,956
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER, CH 2
WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER
CHAPTER 2
Mokuba stands in the shower, without turning the water on. He is staring at the bag he has packed for a night or two at someone else's house. Or maybe longer.
I'm fucking Teresa. I'm fucking Yugi...
You're a fucking liar...
He can't recall exactly when they started swearing at each other, but knows that he initiated it. He wanted to shock his brother and prove that he wasn't a little kid any more. Of course, he reflects, it was a pretty predictable move for a pubescent boy. And it hadn't worked as it should have, although Mokuba never really thought it would. His brother was far beyond being shocked. Instead, Seto started using foul language in Mokuba's presence more frequently, until Mokuba himself became so sick of hearing it that stopped swearing (most of the time) of his own accord. Seto didn't, and Mokuba regretted opening his mouth in the first place.
It had somewhat perversely worked in the second instance, though - Seto had stopped treating Mokuba as a child. This meant that he no longer pried into his little brother's life: he didn't call Mokuba when he left the house overnight, didn't look for him after school to see how his younger brother's day was, stopped taking him out for dinner once a week, and didn't ask him to run errands. Mokuba's time was now entirely his own. Seto was often too busy to see anyone outside of business appointments, and (now Mokuba was grown up) he was able to extend his business hours through the evening and into the night. Sometimes Mokuba stayed awake waiting for his brother to get home, so he could accidentally bump into him in the kitchen as he looked for a midnight snack. The meetings weren't exactly friendly or comfortable, but they were something.
He stands in the cubicle, naked and cold. He still doesn't turn the shower on, and he continues to stare - not so much at the bag, but through it.
He can't remember exactly when they started swearing at each other, but he can distinctly remember the first time Seto really swore -at- him. It wasn't over anything big - Mokuba spilt some milk on the kitchen floor during one of their late night encounters, and Seto had shot him the withering Kaiba glare. -You are So. Fucking. Clumsy, Mokuba. Clean up and Fuck. Off. I'm tired and busy-. He remembers those words like a knee in the stomach. Seto had made it perfectly clear that he neither needed nor wanted Mokuba's company, and that Mokuba should no longer expect his time or his... protection.
And that hurt. That Seto -wasn't- looking out for him, that he -wouldn't- be there if anything horrible happened. And it wasn't that Seto wasn't the same person that would have killed Pegasus for abducting his little brother, and it wasn't that he'd turned back into the cruel person who would have put Mokuba through the experience of death after Death T-4 - it was just that Mokuba wasn't his little brother any more. He had stared at Seto for a minute that night, tight and hollow with the knowledge that he had lost something always taken for granted, before picking up a cloth and wiping the kitchen floor.
Mokuba didn't cry over the spilt milk then, and he doesn't now - he turns the tap and waits for the hot water to run over his face. The pack is forgotten for the moment, but it doesn't disappear.
NOTE/S: "White Roses" is by whitesakura... go and read it!!!
CHAPTER 2
Mokuba stands in the shower, without turning the water on. He is staring at the bag he has packed for a night or two at someone else's house. Or maybe longer.
I'm fucking Teresa. I'm fucking Yugi...
You're a fucking liar...
He can't recall exactly when they started swearing at each other, but knows that he initiated it. He wanted to shock his brother and prove that he wasn't a little kid any more. Of course, he reflects, it was a pretty predictable move for a pubescent boy. And it hadn't worked as it should have, although Mokuba never really thought it would. His brother was far beyond being shocked. Instead, Seto started using foul language in Mokuba's presence more frequently, until Mokuba himself became so sick of hearing it that stopped swearing (most of the time) of his own accord. Seto didn't, and Mokuba regretted opening his mouth in the first place.
It had somewhat perversely worked in the second instance, though - Seto had stopped treating Mokuba as a child. This meant that he no longer pried into his little brother's life: he didn't call Mokuba when he left the house overnight, didn't look for him after school to see how his younger brother's day was, stopped taking him out for dinner once a week, and didn't ask him to run errands. Mokuba's time was now entirely his own. Seto was often too busy to see anyone outside of business appointments, and (now Mokuba was grown up) he was able to extend his business hours through the evening and into the night. Sometimes Mokuba stayed awake waiting for his brother to get home, so he could accidentally bump into him in the kitchen as he looked for a midnight snack. The meetings weren't exactly friendly or comfortable, but they were something.
He stands in the cubicle, naked and cold. He still doesn't turn the shower on, and he continues to stare - not so much at the bag, but through it.
He can't remember exactly when they started swearing at each other, but he can distinctly remember the first time Seto really swore -at- him. It wasn't over anything big - Mokuba spilt some milk on the kitchen floor during one of their late night encounters, and Seto had shot him the withering Kaiba glare. -You are So. Fucking. Clumsy, Mokuba. Clean up and Fuck. Off. I'm tired and busy-. He remembers those words like a knee in the stomach. Seto had made it perfectly clear that he neither needed nor wanted Mokuba's company, and that Mokuba should no longer expect his time or his... protection.
And that hurt. That Seto -wasn't- looking out for him, that he -wouldn't- be there if anything horrible happened. And it wasn't that Seto wasn't the same person that would have killed Pegasus for abducting his little brother, and it wasn't that he'd turned back into the cruel person who would have put Mokuba through the experience of death after Death T-4 - it was just that Mokuba wasn't his little brother any more. He had stared at Seto for a minute that night, tight and hollow with the knowledge that he had lost something always taken for granted, before picking up a cloth and wiping the kitchen floor.
Mokuba didn't cry over the spilt milk then, and he doesn't now - he turns the tap and waits for the hot water to run over his face. The pack is forgotten for the moment, but it doesn't disappear.
NOTE/S: "White Roses" is by whitesakura... go and read it!!!