SOME THINGS
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,001
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
SOME THINGS
TITLE/S: Some Things (Sleepless II Tie-In)
PAIRING/S: Seto/Mokuba (if there is one at all)
DISCLAIMER/S: Don't own. Don't sue.
NOTE/S: OK, everyone who requested a Seto POV for "Wait For You Forever," this one's for YOU! Now, since you requested it and I complied, I'm requesting you read this and REVIEW! Thanks guys.
SOME THINGS
Seto is proud. He doesn't let things faze him too much any more.
Someone did a double-take on the street outside Mokuba's school late last year. He was picking up his brother. Didn't faze him. Didn't require the energy it took to give them The Look. Certainly didn't necessitate a hand reaching for his gun. Just let it go.
Some things don't need to be analysed, don't need to be given attention. Seto is learning not to notice.
The receptionists' eyes swivelled to his left hand two months ago - the hand enfolding Teresa's. Maybe they thought he was courting her. No matter. He knew, she knew, and Hanasaki knew the reality of the matter. Just smile, keep walking, hold the door for her.
Some things are worth the energy, some are not. Seto is discovering what is important.
A business ally commented on his shirt, his tie, last week. Stained light pink and burgundy, with matching cufflinks. A raised eyebrow. He didn't say anything, rebut the insinuation, confirm it. Nothing. Didn't need to. Close the deal, let it pass.
Some things don't need to be fought out. Seto is learning to keep his temper.
Mokuba screamed at him on Thursday. "What is wrong with you? ... This is just like you were before..." No need to get angry, just let it pass. "You only want her because you think she belongs to Hanasaki." Let it go. "You won't even talk to me. It's just like you were before Yugi..."
But some things get to him every time. Seto is learning that Mokuba is one of those things.
Seto shoved the boy against the wall. Where the fuck does he get off? "Shut the -fuck up- about Motou. Hero worship him if you want, but -don't- do it in my time, and -don't- mention him to -me-." And it felt -good-. He'd forgotten that rush of power, that unbelievable fucking -high-, the adrenaline kick, the excitement, the flush, the... Fuck. What was he doing? Mokuba's lips were moving. Seto couldn't hear. But he could see the tears banking up against Mokuba's eyelids, so he loosened his grip on Mokuba's throat, stood back and... -let go-.
Some things are not worth his time. Seto is cutting back on his commitments.
Today, Mokuba is still not home. Seto calls Mokuba's phone, Motou Yugi, and the few other places he can think of. It takes him 12 and a half minutes to discover that Mokuba has disappeared. He calls the police. He calls Sakai, his private security. He calls every television and radio station, daily paper, and Japanese news site, personally, and tells them to run news items. It takes him the rest of the hour to organise these things.
Some things are worth noticing, like the absence of Mokuba's overnight bag: he didn't plan to go for long. Seto walks the mansion as a stranger, seeing the rich carpets, the chandeliers, the polished fixtures, the spotless shelves, but not finding a home. What would -he- pack in his suitcase? His hand slides unconsciously to the locket at his chest as he calls the police with this new bit of information.
Some things are worth analysing, like the envelope of hair in his office: who did it? Mokuba had always been so proud of his hair. Even Seto was proud of Mokuba's hair, although he never said as much. He thinks, perhaps, that Mokuba cut it himself, but there is always the doubt that maybe, -maybe- someone else did it so that no one will recognise him when they... -sell him-. Seto calls the police again. There is still no news.
Some things are important. Seto is meant to be flying between conferences, is meant to be parading KaibaCorp's new technology, is meant to be doing business. But the airports are closed in everything but name today, because he has pulled every string, called in every favour, threatened every blackmail he can to delay all flights until Mokuba shows up. He faces the window of the executive suite and calls Sakai. Nothing.
Seto is proud. Hardly anything fazes him. But in this moment he leans his forehead on the cold glass, and sees the hugeness of the world stretch out in front of him - the world that has swallowed Mokuba and may never give him back - and he shakes with silent despair.
NOTE/S: Satisfied?! Angsty enough for you? Will Mokuba come back? *gasp*
PAIRING/S: Seto/Mokuba (if there is one at all)
DISCLAIMER/S: Don't own. Don't sue.
NOTE/S: OK, everyone who requested a Seto POV for "Wait For You Forever," this one's for YOU! Now, since you requested it and I complied, I'm requesting you read this and REVIEW! Thanks guys.
SOME THINGS
Seto is proud. He doesn't let things faze him too much any more.
Someone did a double-take on the street outside Mokuba's school late last year. He was picking up his brother. Didn't faze him. Didn't require the energy it took to give them The Look. Certainly didn't necessitate a hand reaching for his gun. Just let it go.
Some things don't need to be analysed, don't need to be given attention. Seto is learning not to notice.
The receptionists' eyes swivelled to his left hand two months ago - the hand enfolding Teresa's. Maybe they thought he was courting her. No matter. He knew, she knew, and Hanasaki knew the reality of the matter. Just smile, keep walking, hold the door for her.
Some things are worth the energy, some are not. Seto is discovering what is important.
A business ally commented on his shirt, his tie, last week. Stained light pink and burgundy, with matching cufflinks. A raised eyebrow. He didn't say anything, rebut the insinuation, confirm it. Nothing. Didn't need to. Close the deal, let it pass.
Some things don't need to be fought out. Seto is learning to keep his temper.
Mokuba screamed at him on Thursday. "What is wrong with you? ... This is just like you were before..." No need to get angry, just let it pass. "You only want her because you think she belongs to Hanasaki." Let it go. "You won't even talk to me. It's just like you were before Yugi..."
But some things get to him every time. Seto is learning that Mokuba is one of those things.
Seto shoved the boy against the wall. Where the fuck does he get off? "Shut the -fuck up- about Motou. Hero worship him if you want, but -don't- do it in my time, and -don't- mention him to -me-." And it felt -good-. He'd forgotten that rush of power, that unbelievable fucking -high-, the adrenaline kick, the excitement, the flush, the... Fuck. What was he doing? Mokuba's lips were moving. Seto couldn't hear. But he could see the tears banking up against Mokuba's eyelids, so he loosened his grip on Mokuba's throat, stood back and... -let go-.
Some things are not worth his time. Seto is cutting back on his commitments.
Today, Mokuba is still not home. Seto calls Mokuba's phone, Motou Yugi, and the few other places he can think of. It takes him 12 and a half minutes to discover that Mokuba has disappeared. He calls the police. He calls Sakai, his private security. He calls every television and radio station, daily paper, and Japanese news site, personally, and tells them to run news items. It takes him the rest of the hour to organise these things.
Some things are worth noticing, like the absence of Mokuba's overnight bag: he didn't plan to go for long. Seto walks the mansion as a stranger, seeing the rich carpets, the chandeliers, the polished fixtures, the spotless shelves, but not finding a home. What would -he- pack in his suitcase? His hand slides unconsciously to the locket at his chest as he calls the police with this new bit of information.
Some things are worth analysing, like the envelope of hair in his office: who did it? Mokuba had always been so proud of his hair. Even Seto was proud of Mokuba's hair, although he never said as much. He thinks, perhaps, that Mokuba cut it himself, but there is always the doubt that maybe, -maybe- someone else did it so that no one will recognise him when they... -sell him-. Seto calls the police again. There is still no news.
Some things are important. Seto is meant to be flying between conferences, is meant to be parading KaibaCorp's new technology, is meant to be doing business. But the airports are closed in everything but name today, because he has pulled every string, called in every favour, threatened every blackmail he can to delay all flights until Mokuba shows up. He faces the window of the executive suite and calls Sakai. Nothing.
Seto is proud. Hardly anything fazes him. But in this moment he leans his forehead on the cold glass, and sees the hugeness of the world stretch out in front of him - the world that has swallowed Mokuba and may never give him back - and he shakes with silent despair.
NOTE/S: Satisfied?! Angsty enough for you? Will Mokuba come back? *gasp*