Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Brother's Lament ❯ Liar ( Chapter 4 )

Mokuba gasped involuntarily, the horror of the situation dawning on him in all its terrible glory. He hadn't meant to show weakness especially in front of his brother but …He just wasn't prepared for this sight. “Wh-what are those, Seto?” he asked stumbled over his own words. It was supposed to be a simple question requiring a simple answer. Seto would tell him that he was imagining things. That there was absolutely no way that he would be staring at his brother's back and the horrible scene etched on his skin. That those weren't scars on Seto's back, and maybe even a stab wound. Seto needed to tell his brother that. That everything was alright.

 

But this time there was only silence. Again. Seto only stood there buttoning up his shirt frantically and he refused to answer him. No, not this time, he would get answers today. No matter how unpleasant the truth might be, he needed to know, he deserved that much.

 

“He did this to you, didn't he? He prodded further No further explanation was needed. His name would never again be uttered in these halls after the day Seto took over. Mokuba had always known that he had treated Seto terribly but he never would have guessed that he would be the cause of all those scars on Seto's back or that Seto would have them in the first place. He looked so awkward standing there looking so exposed, almost vulnerable. Well, almost.

 

It occurred to him how stupid he had been. There was a reason why Seto never wore anything besides his trademark long sleeve shirts or suits. “Why? Why did you allow him to do this to you?” He finally choked out. “You should have told someone. I don't know….Child Services, anyone. You should have told me-“

 

“That's enough, Mokuba”, he cut him off. This didn't concern you; it was and still is none of your business”, he replied coolly. He started to walk away- away from his brother- making it abundantly clear that the discussion was over. But it wasn't, at least for Mokuba.

 

“None of my business?” He was deeply hurt by the callousness of his brother's words. ”You are my business, you are my brother!” It was a fact, it should have been self-evident, it shouldn't have had to be stated but somehow it did, as if Mokuba needed to reassure himself as well.

 

Seto started to walk away again. No not again, Mokuba reasoned. He was sick of this.

 

“Talk to me, Seto!” He yelled out. He hadn't meant to yell, but he did. He had repressed a lot of things over the years, today was not the most opportune moment to let them all out, but if not now then when? “Jesus, you've been ignoring for months now!” It was the truth, and Seto was not denying it. Just more silence.” What the hell is your problem? Please just talk to me…”

 

“It's not that simple” He finally replied in defeat.

 

“You are not even trying. But then again I guess this isn't a stretch for you, is it?”

 

“What's that supposed to mean?” Now this caught Seto's attention.

 

“You have always been keeping things from me haven't you?” Seto had no answer, again. He turned his back on him- to his brother.

 

“You lied to me!” Again. He snapped. Mokuba was letting everything out. ”You have always been keeping things from me, haven't you?” He could think of nothing but anger at this point. It's amazing how fast you can switch from feeling hurt to angry. And that newly discovered anger surged through him; he was angry at himself for being so naïve, even angrier at his brother for once again lying to him and now for ignoring him. He quickly forgot about what had started this argument in the first place. He forgot about the scars on Seto's back, he even forgot that it was Seto who was hurt. The only thing he could focus on was the fact that Seto had hurt him now. Lying to him yet again and then how could Mokuba ever forget Seto's past injustices? Betraying him, manipulating him. He had repressed these feelings of anger for so long, they had just picked a rather bad time to come out.

 

“What was that?” Seto challenged, his back still turned, his head only turning slightly.

 

“You heard me.” Mokuba answered his challenge. Like Seto he would not back down, not now, not ever. “You've always been lying to me, using me, manipulating me.” Seto took the hint. They were no longer talking about Gozaburo, now they were talking about Noa. In the end who knew it would be Noa that would put a rift in between the two brothers. So many things left unresolved after that episode. They both had buried their past but inevitably it resurfaced. Mokuba unable to forget and even harder for him to forgive his brother for wrongs he had committed years ago, they still hurt now, the fact that Seto had manipulated him, of all people.

 

“I did what I had to, for us. You have to understand-“

 

“I don't have to do anything!” Mokuba spat out venomously, dangerously.

 

“Fine then.”

 

Such a simple answer, such a simple god damned answer with apathy dripping from every letter. “What is your problem? He asked dejectedly. “Who are you? I don't even know you anymore….”

 

Silence again.

 

“Why can't you just let me in? Why won't you let me help you? I am your brother, damn it” Apparently this fact beared repeating.” Why do you have to be so guarded all the time?” He was still not getting through to him.”Why do you do this to yourself? WHY?!” Still nothing. “Fine be that way. Be miserable, for all I care!” Had Mokuba gone too far? ”But just know you won't have me anymore to use. I am through with you.” No not far enough. “I hate you Seto Kaiba”. He stormed out so fast that he didn't even see his brother turn around just in time to see the door slam.