Mind Fuck: A Repost

Session 8

I wiped the sour taste of bile from my mouth before casting a shy glance at the man in the mirror. That couldn't be me. My eyes were rimmed with red, my hair hung lank clinging to the flashed sweat drenched flesh. I need a shower. I thought as I returned to my room throwing on whatever was clean. It was time to face my demons, I had to go get my kid brother.

I pulled up in the police parking lot, shades protecting my bloodshot eyes from the harsh light of reality. The sun. There was no sunshine in Bakura's world, I had noticed. The plastic bag that I carried Mokuba's things in swing at my side like a dutiful puppy.

"Been waiting for ya." Greeted the cop from last night.

He lifted the box of donuts he was scuffing down, "Want one?" He managed through a mouthful.

I raised my hand to decline his generous offer. He set the box back down with a shrug, he then nodded to the guard to the right of me to go retrieve my kid brother.

Mokuba seem quit detached from everything around him, he raised his eyes only an inch from the ground to stare at my shoes. Something in him change and he started to jog towards me the way he used to when we were kids. I stared at him with cold eyes, if this had been the past my arms would open to receive him lovingly, instead they laid leaden against my sides. A dullness came to his eyes, his face crumbled in an instead as if he just caught the news of death. He strolled pass me without another glance.

I pulled out my checkbook ignoring the disgusted stare of the guard.

"He doesn't have to go to court or anything like that?" I asked as I scribbled an hefty check.

His voice sounded tight with anger. Like I gave a damn at what he thought about the way that I treated my brother. "Just a fine."

I tore the paper loose.

"I expect change." I reply just as cold.

With that I left to find Mokuba leaning heavily against my car.

"Seto, I'm sor-"

The imprint of the back of my hand gave color to his pale cheek.

"You stole from me." My voice came out in a low rasping hiss.

I shoved the bag that I had brought with me his way, he took it, turned and slid into the car. It was clothes, a silk blouse, some tight fitting pants, earrings and a chain that I had brought him home with the press sniffing around I thought it best that they find me arguing with some jilted lover rather then my kid brother. I turned my attention from the window as he dressed, they were tainted but I still felt funny about him getting dressed in front of me.

I could faintly hear his voice from the car but I knew he was saying something, I hit the button on my keying lowering the window since the car wasn't on.

"They hurt me in there, Seto." He told me tearfully. "'Don’t you care?" He sniffed as he stuck the last earring onto his ear.

"Should've felt like old times for you then." I spat venomously.

His eyes widen in horror and shock at my words. The door flew open and he stepped out barefoot and furious.

'That's why you hate me!" He asked softly. "For being with him?" He turned away from me. "All this time that's been all it was. My God, Seto. I did..I did.. I did it for...f-for you."

"Nani?"

I moved closer. Behind him waiting for him to go on.

"He was always threatening to replace you if you didn't give him what he wanted, so I figured if I was really good...he'd...he'd let you stay."

I moved my mouth close to his ear,

"But you liked it."

He shook his head softly speaking just as soft, “Yes, but only...only because...it was the affection...the affection...I wanted from you."

My body jerked away from his not sure that my ears heard right as he slowly turned to face me. Tears streaked down his cheeks but he was smiling.

"Ai shiteur, onii-san." He uttered stepping closer to me.

"Stay away." I warned backing up into the car beside me.

He closed the distance between us throwing his arms around my neck, his lips pressed down hard as he did.

The flashbulbs that went off were too many to count.