Heartbreak

Disclaimer: No money, no sue. Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, obviously, because there isn't enough sex and violence. Warnings for this chapter: implied yaoi, character death, angst. This is the last chapter of Heartbreak.

Chapter 2: Discoveries

Mokuba yawned and stretched out on Seto's large bed, finding the other half empty. He bounced off the bed and pulled his boxers on, eager to find his big brother and discuss what had happened the night before. Padding down the hall with a visible limp, he made it to Seto's office with only a few whimpers. He could hear muffled voices and saw that the mahogany doors were cracked, so he pushed a few strands of unruly onyx hair away from his eyes in order to peek into the room, stunned by what he saw. That... that just couldn't be Seto on the couch under a shirtless boy with tousled golden hair. No... why would he... we... The pale-skinned child backed away, tears falling unnoticed down his face and onto the floor. It felt like something inside of him had ripped and the air was too heavy to breathe.

Mokuba found himself back in Seto's bedroom without any knowledge of how he'd gotten there. Sitting on the bed, he pulled the pillow from their pillow fight to his chest as he rocked back and forth, sobbing quietly. He _was_ weak, he _was_ useless, he was all of those things big brother had called him during the days of Death T. How could he have been so stupid, thinking that Seto could love him? What they'd done wasn't even natural - even at his young age he knew that family members weren't supposed to care about each other in _that_ way, but he hadn't been able to control himself. That meant it was his fault. His fault that his own brother had used him. His fault that things could never go back to how they'd been.

Without giving himself time to think about what he was about to do, Mokuba flung the pillow down and rushed across the hall into the master bathroom. He dug through the medicine cabinet until he found a box of double-edged razors. Taking two out, he stared despairingly at them, unsure if he could follow through on such a painful thought. He'd never contemplated suicide before - even when things had been at their worst, first in the orphanage and later under Gozaburo's reign - he'd had his big brother to watch out for him. Sure, Seto hadn't always treated him with respect, but he'd at least known that he cared. Now he couldn't even believe that.

Not being a big fan of pain, either emotional or physical, Mokuba was determined to make the first cut count. He positioned the razor against his left wrist and squeezed his eyes shut, slashing as hard and as fast as he could. He screamed in agony as skin and muscle was split, doubling over as he choked on his cries. Warm liquid dripped raggedly down his hand and leg; He vaguely recognized it as his own blood. He continued weakly to stab and tear at his left arm, unable to use his left hand to hold the razor to his right. He'd cut much too deeply for that.

Mokuba's scream echoed down the hall, where Jonouchi paused in his seduction of a surprisingly submissive blue-eyed teen to ask him, "What 'da fuck was that?" Seto sighed, saying "Mokuba;s been having nightmares lately - could you wait here while I go check on him?" "D'ya have to?" the blond whined, moving off the CEO so he could stand. "Yes, I do," Seto replied curtly, getting up and moving to the doors. He didn't want Jonouchi following and possibly finding out about the previous night's... activities. He didn't exactly expect anyone to understand what he felt for his kid brother when he didn't understand it himself.

The brunette strode quickly down the hall, breaking into a slight jog when he heard strangled sobs. He wasn't too concerned, still assuming it was only a bad dream caused by one too many late-night horror films.Therefore he wasn't prepared for what he saw. His first thought was that someone had broken in... Until he saw the razor still clutched in Mokuba's hand. He screamed in a panicked voice for Jonouchi to call an ambulance as he ran to his brother. Seto knocked the blade to the floor, cradling the raven-haired child in his arms, horrified at how limp he was. When he felt the last of his blood soaking through his pants and saw the glazed look in those once-beautiful stormy eyes, he knew he was too late. Mokuba was gone, and he'd never be able to forgive himself.

Jonouchi found them locked still in a deadly embrace, both of them lost to the world.