The Heat of Your Touch

AN: It’s been long, I know, but I couldn’t update earlier. Sorry for that.

Please read and review afterwards.

And 1 more thing: I’ve done some grammar corrections in previous chapters. Not all of them, but most of them. :)

Anyway, enjoy!


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And there he was, tucked in warm blankets, in his old bedroom. The fire from the fireplace looked pleasant to his eye and the entire room looked so peaceful. He was sipping the hot chocolate Mokuba had given him.

His younger brother was sitting on the bed next to him, looking at him worryingly. The reflection of fire from the fireplace was in his eyes. Those dark eyes were almost wet, but Mokuba has learned during the years how to prevent the tears.

Both his and his brother’s hearts were hollow and numb and they were unaware of the world around them.

Kaiba, wanting to make the atmosphere more pleasant, started talking randomly to the teen. He wanted to relax his brother for more than obvious reasons-if he was sentenced on suffer, the child next to him wasn’t. It was so simple that any retard would understand.

“So, how’s Keiko?” he asked and something appeared on his face. It was his lame try to form a smile.

“I dunno.” Mokuba said simply. That confused Kaiba a little.

“How come?” he asked.

“Simply. We’re not together anymore.”

”What?!” Kaiba’s eyes widened. “I though you love each other!”

Mokuba looked at him seriously. The boy gulped, trying to get rid of that noodle in his throat.

“Because I want to dedicate all my time to you. I’m gonna be educated at home and I don’t have any other distractions.”

“What?!” Kaiba shook his head.

Mokuba sighed. Was it too hard to comprehend?

”I took the freedom to arrange home schooling, so I’d be here with you to take care of you. And Keiko just doesn’t fit into my plans. She’s a distraction.”

How could he say something like that about the girl he loved? Kaiba had witnessed that love and fire in his brother’s eyes every time he had looked at Keiko. She was Mokuba’s life, right after Seto.

“Those measures weren’t necessary. I order you to be with her again and to continue schooling like you used to.” he said sharply.

“You’ve been abused and I need to help you! How many times were you there for me?! And please don’t tell me it’s not the same. I’ve told you that once, my time to take care of you has come!” Mokuba was now yelling.

The frustration in his eyes could be noticed.

“What is it that you want, Mokuba?” Kaiba snapped, “Do you want to become like me, to shoo people away, to be lonely and desperate?! Is that what you want to become? And then you’ll blame me for your sorry life! You think I’m gonna let that happen?!” he jumped from the bed, looking his brother in the eyes.

Words couldn’t describe how infuriated he was. He was desperate to save the family, to save his love life and while doing all of that, to run the company.

It was just too much for someone with the PTSD.

He was exhausted from it all, wanting to be all alone. What was the purpose of life, when everything was shattering now?!

”I order you to make the things be just like they were before.”

“I’m doing all of this for you, bastard.” Mokuba muttered, looking down at the blankets Seto has just shoved.

“What did you say?” Kaiba keeled before his brother, their faces inches close.

“I said that you’re one big bastard!” Mokuba hissed insolently. His eyes were trembling from unspoken hatred that suddenly appeared.

“Get. Out.” Kaiba hissed as well, standing up.

Confused, Mokuba looked up at him.

“What are you waiting for? Get the fuck out of my room!” Kaiba yelled at his younger brother, forcing himself to stay on his legs.

It was just too much. This was the first time he yelled at his brother. He was feeling bad because of that. Mokuba was vulnerable. Mokuba was somebody so precious, so divine, so…

How could he protect his little brother from himself?

Mokuba was still staring at him in disbelief, but then he jumped from the bed and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind.

Kaiba rushed to his bed and collapsed onto it. Oh, how he was exhausted! He wanted to forget, to disappear somewhere, anywhere.

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He blinked several times. In the end, he managed to open his eyes completely.

He looked around and figured that he was still in the hospital bed.

His body…like it wasn’t his own. He was floating somewhere between two worlds, wanting to end all of that, to fall asleep and never wake up.

He wanted to disappear; he wanted to be smaller than an atom.

Yet you couldn’t blame him for his human nature and desire to live. He wasn’t ready for both life and death.

It’s been long time since his first attempt of suicide. Many years ago, when he was just a mere boy.

Maybe it would have been better if he had died then.

He didn’t know where to go, what to do. It was that day, at last. The day of his release.

He could still feel the brush of the thumb against his lips and soft words whispered in his ear.

He could still see those eyes he had believed in, but not anymore. He was afraid that Seto would accuse him once, if they remained together.

His long forgotten friends stopped calling.

They forgot him, just like he forgot them.

It would be stupid to show up at their doors and ask for a sleepover.

He got up slowly, putting on the clothes that one nurse had left on the chair.

After three months, did the world change?

It’s been through all newspapers, every detail of his rape and Seto as an audience.

He wasn’t ready to face the world.

He wasn’t ready to face his father.

So, where to go? Somewhere where nobody could find him, somewhere far in America.

He had to sink that low and forgive his mother, in order to stay for a while.

And the fuel for his half-dead soul would be his sister and his nephews.

What was the purpose of loving somebody to death?

He had given everything, had been protecting his mother and Serenity from abusive Mr. Wheeler. He had given everything.

And they had left him.

And he had left his friends.

He had left Seto.

Only the scars didn’t want to leave him.

The fact that he was raped. The fact that it wouldn’t be the same again.

This was his punishment for being faithful and helpful. This was his punishment he loved desperately. Raped body and crippled soul. And those accusing cerulean eyes that were haunting him in his dreams.


He packed the medications in his bag and finally left the hospitals with shaky legs. He was lacking strength.

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No, no, he had to understand his brother. He was still that worrying figure of a parent. He only wanted the best for Mokuba.

And he had to do something in return. Seto never required, but Mokuba was worried. He wanted to ease him. He was ready to do almost everything.

He peeked into his brother’s room, to find him sitting on his bed with crossed legs and in deep thought.

He coughed.

“I apologize” he said quietly. “I will go to school every day and I’ll make up with Keiko.”

“Hmm.”

Kaiba didn’t even look at him.

“But there is one condition.” Mokuba sat on his bed.

Kaiba looked at him with that dangerous look in his eyes, which was clearly telling that Mokuba had no rights to set any conditions.

“Tell me everything about it.” Mokuba said seriously. “I want to know everything about it.”

There was a silence for several moments.

Kaiba shook his head in horror.

“I will never tell you. It will cripple your childhood!”

“I don’t care. As long as you’re unhappy, I don’t care about my childhood.” Mokuba approached him, faces millimeters apart. He caressed his brother’s cheek. “No remorse, I promise. You and I…we are already sick.”

For a fifteen year old, those words were too big and it scared the shit out of Kaiba.

“I won’t…I can’t…” he said hopelessly, wanting to tell someone, to set it free, but he couldn’t. It was too terrifying. It was too sick.

“Tell me, Seto.” Mokuba begged, his face pained.

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TBC….?