Title: Broken Bliss
Author: DJ
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't have the rights to this. Just my pretty, pretty character's I'd like to write about but they'd be Mary-Sues (well, the male variety since I'm sexist ^_~ though none of my characters are perfect...far from it...) and the fact people don't care about original fiction. But Attila says hi.
Summery: After Kaiba looses the only important thing in his life, Mokuba, he begins to slowly open up and let other people in his life. That only leaves him open for more pain. Yaoi.
Notes: This isn't quite how I wanted to do it. But in a way, it works. Since I give no definite time frame in this, this spans over a few months, I suppose. It takes awhile to "get over" a death, but you still have to move on one step at a time. And Kaiba is...the kind of person, in my opinion, who would try to divulge in other activities and situations to forget about Mokuba. To break it down, Kaiba isn't much of a jerk for the most part. That might change as he goes through things.
Kaibajouryuuki is Japanese for hippopotamus. ^_^
I was at Jounochi's house, mocking him, when my cell rang. I don't even remember why I was there. Oh, "study group." I turned from him and took the call. "Hello?" I listened for a few seconds before dropping the telephone and dropping to my knees. "Oh my god..."
He looks up from his sandwich and asks, confused, "Kaiba? What the hell's the matter? Your business going bankrupt?" I ignore him and begin biting at my nails, a habit I dropped a long time ago. I can't think, I can't move, I can barley breathe. "Kaiba!" Jounochi says annoyed. "What the hell--?" He stops when he's stooping next to me and finally sees my face. "Are you crying? Kaiba, what happened?"
I clench my fists, not really hearing him. The next thing either of us knows, he's holding me while I cry into his chest. He's soothing me and doing a pretty good job but I keep crying, everything's lost to me now.
Mokuba is dead.
I whisper this to him in a period of no sobs and his grasp tightens. "Oh god...Kaiba...I..."
I stop crying then. I don't know why. But I sit, leaned against him in a hug, listening to his heart beat. To think, one minute we're insulting each other as he tries to get me out of his house, the next, the godamn mutt is holding me as I cry. Me, Seto Kaiba. Cry.
Mokuba.
Is.
Dead.
. . .
Mokuba, my entire life. Nothing means more to me than him. He's my younger brother, my best friend, my relief and my strength, my reason for living. And he's gone. Forever.
I have no idea I'm saying this out load until Jounochi whispers, "It'll be okay, Kaiba."
I want to hit him, but I also know he's slightly right. It would be okay. Yeah. No. Never. Never alright. I start a fresh set of tears into his already soaked shirt. "What happened?" he whispers. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
"He was hit," I whisper. My voice is so full of emotion I bet Jounochi is shocked. I never am anything but cold to him and his friends. "By a drunk driver. A drunk driver. In the middle of the day! It's a Sunday!" I sit up, turning hysterical. "It's a godamn Sunday!" I suddenly start laughing and it sounds sick even to me. "He was just riding bikes with a friend. That's all. I said he could. I killed him. I killed Mokuba."
"No. No, you didn't. Don't even say that, Kaiba. It's not your fault."
"What do you know, you mangy mutt?" I growl, but fall back against him. "Why?" I whispered.
Jounochi petted my head irritatingly. "Things like this happen, Kaiba. I don't know why."
Yugi and friends chose this moment to come in. There's a mix of:
"Hey--huh?"
"Jounochi?"
"What the hell is Kaiba doing here?"
"Kaiba-kun, are you alright?"
"What's wrong, Kaiba?"
I look up at them with red, puffy eyes. I probably look like shit and less than the dignified CEO they're used to. There's Anzu, Yami, Honda, Ryou, and Yugi. "Mokuba died," I said in an odd, too-high voice. I giggle uncontrollably. "I's jus `ere makin fun a Mutt and then tha cell rings and is Mokuba's nanny and poof! he's gone. All gone, just a splat! on the road."
They stare at me like I'm demented, except Jounochi. I know they can't believe me. It's hard to believe a giggling 17-year-old about the death of his brother. Honda even says, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Turn on the TV," Jounochi whispered.
Ryou goes over to the small dented TV and turns it on. He stares at it, shocked. He flips through the channels, confused. Every station already has the news. "...multi-billionaire Chief Executive Official [CEO, I believe] of Kaiba Corp., Seto Kaiba's younger brother was hit by a car less than an hour earlier. He died on impact; his friend, who he was with, ran to the nearest house to call 911--"
"Turn it off!" I screamed, covering my ears. "TURN IT OFF!" I began sobbing again, clutching at my hair, trying to tear it out. "No...no...nononononononono!" I screamed. Jounochi wrapped his arms around me, soothing me. I began crying softly into his shoulder.
Ryou turned the TV off. "Kaiba-kun...I'm sorry..."
Yugi timidly sat next to us and began rubbing my shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Kaiba." His voice was definitely tear-filled. I was surprised. I turned to look at him. He brushed some tears off his cheeks and gave me a weak smile. "Kaiba, I wish I knew what to say."
"Don't, then. Don't talk. No one talk." I fell against the couch and drew my legs up, wrapping my arms around them. We sat silent for awhile. I finally whispered, "I'm going to go." I pulled the cell phone out and dialed it. "Yeah...yeah...I know...pick me up. Where you dropped me off." I hung up and stood up unsteadily, pocketing the phone. I pulled on my coat and rubbed at my eyes and stretched a bit. "Thanks," I offered off- handily to Jounochi. He nodded in response.
"Kaiba, I'm going to come with you," Yugi spoke up. "Just...as support and..."
I shrugged lamely. "Whatever you wanna do."
~~~
I stared outside the window. Outside of my gate was swarming with reporters. "Keep driving," I said through clenched teeth.
The driver nodded, but asked, "Where to, Kaiba-san?"
"Kame Game Shop," I muttered and Yugi nodded. I took his hand in mine and held it. I folded my fingers with his, needing comfort. He was more than surprised, but held my hand tightly back. "You liked him, didn't you?" I whispered out of no where.
"He was a really nice kid." He chewed on his lip. "Yeah, he meant a lot to me," he whispered.
I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and held him close. "Thank you." I turned to him and played with his bangs gently, smiling. Yugi was definitely better than his Yami. He smiled back at me, unsure. I took his face in my hands and gently stroked at his cheek. "You kind of remind me of him," I whispered. "Just sometimes."
Yugi placed his hand on my chest as I pulled him closer. "Are you okay? I bet you're really hurt."
"I am. So hurt I can't take it anymore, Yugi. I could only stay strong for Mokuba...I'm falling apart." I turned from him, dropping my hands. I clenched my fists. "You're my rival and I'm...I'm...I'm comparing you to Mokuba!"
"Yami is your rival," he whispered, placing a hand on my arm. "I'm the closest thing you have to a friend right now, Kaiba. Please. If you're going to get mad, at least get your facts right." I turned to him and he smiled lightly. "I shouldn't be joking, I'm sor-"
"No," I whisper. I turned to him and hugged him close. "Thank you." I close my eyes and ran my hands through his hair gently. "You're so nice. So...so...you're so much like him. Always optimistic. You remind me so much of him," I sobbed out. "Please...please...god...I can't..."
The limo pulled to a stop in front of Yugi's grandpa's card shop. "Kaiba- san, we're here."
I pulled from Yugi and took his hand again. I got out of the back and pulled him with me. Yami greeted me, his arms crossed. "And just what's going on?"
Yugi peered up at Yami innocently and Yami's face softens. Like Mokuba and me. "Kaiba's going to stay here for a little while."
"And exactly where is he sleeping?"
"In your bed," Yugi muttered, pulling me past him. I was a little shocked and I guess I never made the connection that Yugi's apartment was upstairs. As he pulled me up there, Yami followed close behind him.
"Exactly what do you mean, 'in my bed'?" He moved his narrowed body in front of us and blocked the hallway.
"I sleep on the couch, do expect me to sleep with me on that thing? Your bed is huge."
I motioned between them, confused. "Why don't you two sleep together?"
Yami narrowed his eyes at Yugi. "Things didn't work out," he muttered. He threw his hands up. "Fine! Sleep with me!" He turned and started down the hall. He whirled around, addressing us, who were still standing there, shocked. "I didn't mean it like that!"
Yugi led me to the room. It was very small. Like the entire apartment. "Why does Yami get the bed?" I whispered.
"Things didn't work out," he muttered darkly. I raised my eyebrow, but let it go.
~~~
Author: DJ
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't have the rights to this. Just my pretty, pretty character's I'd like to write about but they'd be Mary-Sues (well, the male variety since I'm sexist ^_~ though none of my characters are perfect...far from it...) and the fact people don't care about original fiction. But Attila says hi.
Summery: After Kaiba looses the only important thing in his life, Mokuba, he begins to slowly open up and let other people in his life. That only leaves him open for more pain. Yaoi.
Notes: This isn't quite how I wanted to do it. But in a way, it works. Since I give no definite time frame in this, this spans over a few months, I suppose. It takes awhile to "get over" a death, but you still have to move on one step at a time. And Kaiba is...the kind of person, in my opinion, who would try to divulge in other activities and situations to forget about Mokuba. To break it down, Kaiba isn't much of a jerk for the most part. That might change as he goes through things.
Kaibajouryuuki is Japanese for hippopotamus. ^_^
I was at Jounochi's house, mocking him, when my cell rang. I don't even remember why I was there. Oh, "study group." I turned from him and took the call. "Hello?" I listened for a few seconds before dropping the telephone and dropping to my knees. "Oh my god..."
He looks up from his sandwich and asks, confused, "Kaiba? What the hell's the matter? Your business going bankrupt?" I ignore him and begin biting at my nails, a habit I dropped a long time ago. I can't think, I can't move, I can barley breathe. "Kaiba!" Jounochi says annoyed. "What the hell--?" He stops when he's stooping next to me and finally sees my face. "Are you crying? Kaiba, what happened?"
I clench my fists, not really hearing him. The next thing either of us knows, he's holding me while I cry into his chest. He's soothing me and doing a pretty good job but I keep crying, everything's lost to me now.
Mokuba is dead.
I whisper this to him in a period of no sobs and his grasp tightens. "Oh god...Kaiba...I..."
I stop crying then. I don't know why. But I sit, leaned against him in a hug, listening to his heart beat. To think, one minute we're insulting each other as he tries to get me out of his house, the next, the godamn mutt is holding me as I cry. Me, Seto Kaiba. Cry.
Mokuba.
Is.
Dead.
. . .
Mokuba, my entire life. Nothing means more to me than him. He's my younger brother, my best friend, my relief and my strength, my reason for living. And he's gone. Forever.
I have no idea I'm saying this out load until Jounochi whispers, "It'll be okay, Kaiba."
I want to hit him, but I also know he's slightly right. It would be okay. Yeah. No. Never. Never alright. I start a fresh set of tears into his already soaked shirt. "What happened?" he whispers. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
"He was hit," I whisper. My voice is so full of emotion I bet Jounochi is shocked. I never am anything but cold to him and his friends. "By a drunk driver. A drunk driver. In the middle of the day! It's a Sunday!" I sit up, turning hysterical. "It's a godamn Sunday!" I suddenly start laughing and it sounds sick even to me. "He was just riding bikes with a friend. That's all. I said he could. I killed him. I killed Mokuba."
"No. No, you didn't. Don't even say that, Kaiba. It's not your fault."
"What do you know, you mangy mutt?" I growl, but fall back against him. "Why?" I whispered.
Jounochi petted my head irritatingly. "Things like this happen, Kaiba. I don't know why."
Yugi and friends chose this moment to come in. There's a mix of:
"Hey--huh?"
"Jounochi?"
"What the hell is Kaiba doing here?"
"Kaiba-kun, are you alright?"
"What's wrong, Kaiba?"
I look up at them with red, puffy eyes. I probably look like shit and less than the dignified CEO they're used to. There's Anzu, Yami, Honda, Ryou, and Yugi. "Mokuba died," I said in an odd, too-high voice. I giggle uncontrollably. "I's jus `ere makin fun a Mutt and then tha cell rings and is Mokuba's nanny and poof! he's gone. All gone, just a splat! on the road."
They stare at me like I'm demented, except Jounochi. I know they can't believe me. It's hard to believe a giggling 17-year-old about the death of his brother. Honda even says, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Turn on the TV," Jounochi whispered.
Ryou goes over to the small dented TV and turns it on. He stares at it, shocked. He flips through the channels, confused. Every station already has the news. "...multi-billionaire Chief Executive Official [CEO, I believe] of Kaiba Corp., Seto Kaiba's younger brother was hit by a car less than an hour earlier. He died on impact; his friend, who he was with, ran to the nearest house to call 911--"
"Turn it off!" I screamed, covering my ears. "TURN IT OFF!" I began sobbing again, clutching at my hair, trying to tear it out. "No...no...nononononononono!" I screamed. Jounochi wrapped his arms around me, soothing me. I began crying softly into his shoulder.
Ryou turned the TV off. "Kaiba-kun...I'm sorry..."
Yugi timidly sat next to us and began rubbing my shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Kaiba." His voice was definitely tear-filled. I was surprised. I turned to look at him. He brushed some tears off his cheeks and gave me a weak smile. "Kaiba, I wish I knew what to say."
"Don't, then. Don't talk. No one talk." I fell against the couch and drew my legs up, wrapping my arms around them. We sat silent for awhile. I finally whispered, "I'm going to go." I pulled the cell phone out and dialed it. "Yeah...yeah...I know...pick me up. Where you dropped me off." I hung up and stood up unsteadily, pocketing the phone. I pulled on my coat and rubbed at my eyes and stretched a bit. "Thanks," I offered off- handily to Jounochi. He nodded in response.
"Kaiba, I'm going to come with you," Yugi spoke up. "Just...as support and..."
I shrugged lamely. "Whatever you wanna do."
~~~
I stared outside the window. Outside of my gate was swarming with reporters. "Keep driving," I said through clenched teeth.
The driver nodded, but asked, "Where to, Kaiba-san?"
"Kame Game Shop," I muttered and Yugi nodded. I took his hand in mine and held it. I folded my fingers with his, needing comfort. He was more than surprised, but held my hand tightly back. "You liked him, didn't you?" I whispered out of no where.
"He was a really nice kid." He chewed on his lip. "Yeah, he meant a lot to me," he whispered.
I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and held him close. "Thank you." I turned to him and played with his bangs gently, smiling. Yugi was definitely better than his Yami. He smiled back at me, unsure. I took his face in my hands and gently stroked at his cheek. "You kind of remind me of him," I whispered. "Just sometimes."
Yugi placed his hand on my chest as I pulled him closer. "Are you okay? I bet you're really hurt."
"I am. So hurt I can't take it anymore, Yugi. I could only stay strong for Mokuba...I'm falling apart." I turned from him, dropping my hands. I clenched my fists. "You're my rival and I'm...I'm...I'm comparing you to Mokuba!"
"Yami is your rival," he whispered, placing a hand on my arm. "I'm the closest thing you have to a friend right now, Kaiba. Please. If you're going to get mad, at least get your facts right." I turned to him and he smiled lightly. "I shouldn't be joking, I'm sor-"
"No," I whisper. I turned to him and hugged him close. "Thank you." I close my eyes and ran my hands through his hair gently. "You're so nice. So...so...you're so much like him. Always optimistic. You remind me so much of him," I sobbed out. "Please...please...god...I can't..."
The limo pulled to a stop in front of Yugi's grandpa's card shop. "Kaiba- san, we're here."
I pulled from Yugi and took his hand again. I got out of the back and pulled him with me. Yami greeted me, his arms crossed. "And just what's going on?"
Yugi peered up at Yami innocently and Yami's face softens. Like Mokuba and me. "Kaiba's going to stay here for a little while."
"And exactly where is he sleeping?"
"In your bed," Yugi muttered, pulling me past him. I was a little shocked and I guess I never made the connection that Yugi's apartment was upstairs. As he pulled me up there, Yami followed close behind him.
"Exactly what do you mean, 'in my bed'?" He moved his narrowed body in front of us and blocked the hallway.
"I sleep on the couch, do expect me to sleep with me on that thing? Your bed is huge."
I motioned between them, confused. "Why don't you two sleep together?"
Yami narrowed his eyes at Yugi. "Things didn't work out," he muttered. He threw his hands up. "Fine! Sleep with me!" He turned and started down the hall. He whirled around, addressing us, who were still standing there, shocked. "I didn't mean it like that!"
Yugi led me to the room. It was very small. Like the entire apartment. "Why does Yami get the bed?" I whispered.
"Things didn't work out," he muttered darkly. I raised my eyebrow, but let it go.
~~~