Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Brother's Lament ❯ Weakness ( Chapter 5 )

I spent five years in that damn orphanage. There we were basically forgotten about. No one would adopt us- and I meant us, Mokuba and I.. I felt like I was nothing, invisible. And five years of that crap can put a number on anyone. Then we were adopted Gozaburo Kaiba.

 

And I thought the orphanage was a nightmare. I had seen my parents die before my eyes, I had stood idly by as I was chewed up and spit out by my “caring” relatives who only wanted Mokuba and I as long our inheritance kept putting money in their pockets, when it inevitably ran out we were quickly disposed of, I had seen more hardship than most eleven- year olds. But even then I had no concept of real pain until he adopted us. I thought that after all that we had been through perhaps we could finally have some semblance of a family. Things couldn't possibly get worst, right? How naive I was to believe in such foolishness.

 

Everyday that I spent at that mansion I was reminded how weak I was, how pathetic. Every day that I spent there was hell personified and he himself the devil. I was abused in every sense of the word. Verbally, physically, mentally, emotionally I was tormented. I would learn the hard way that “to lose was to die”, a lesson I would never forget. But there was one good thing that came out of it: with all of Gozaburo's attention on me Mokuba was all but ignored. I know it must have hurt him to be so neglected, but believe me, Mokuba did not want Gozaburo's type of attention…

 

That was me at my lowest. I felt like shit. After being told I was weak for so long I started to believe it. I wasn't sleeping much anymore or eating for that matter. I was ready to give up, I was even considering suicide. But I soon came to realize that failure was not an option. One day I saw a bruise on Mokuba. It was the most terrible thing I had ever seen: a hideous blue and purple mark tainting his perfect skin. It was obvious where that injury stemmed from; it became evidently clear that if I was to fail now Mokuba would be expected to take my place. I could never allow that to happen. I had to formulate a completely new plan. I could no longer play by his rules. I would win in my own way. And I did. I killed him, that bastard dared to lay a hand on my brother and no one got away with that. No one. I was no longer weak anymore.

 

After that moment I made a pact with myself: no one would ever make me feel that weak ever again. If that meant a living a guarded life, so be it for I would never let my guard down. I would never feel that vulnerable again. No one would ever get the best of me- again. I would protect Mokuba at all costs. I would be stronger than he ever was. I refuse to be so fragile, to let emotions get the best of me. I can not. I will not. I have to stay strong, for Mokuba, to keep myself from going crazy. I am not weak. At least not anymore. To lose it to die and I have to live… For Mokuba.