Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Cremated ❯ Funeral ( Chapter 2 )
Chapter 2: Funeral
I was dressed in black for days. Yugi and his friends grieved for about three days, but they gave up.
I was now way black. I pulled black eyes liner on, put black streaks into my hair.
I didn't eat much either, not that I ever really ate anything. I was in a huge depression, and didn't read books and go onto the computer and haggle with other companies. I didn't go to school.
I stayed in Mokuba's room now, sitting in a corner with his favorite blanket pulled around me. I also had his favorite things at my side, his bike, his plushies, and even his science project he had made some time ago.
I did not leave the room or make any contact with the outside world for two days. I never once had to use the restroom, and I never once brushed my hair or teeth or got food or took a shower. I did not move.
I let the days go by slowly, though wishing they would be faster. I finally received a call, saying Yugi had scheduled a large funeral.
I was to give a speech, but I didn't feel like it. But yet, for my brother, I got up and cleaned myself up. I ate something and drank some water, took a shower and brushed my hair and teeth.
The day the funeral arrived, I was once again void of any emotions. I sat on the deck while the priest Yugi had asked to come began his own little sermon and spoke from his book.
I tuned everything out. Finally, I was to speak.
"Mokuba…" I started, making sure my eyes never lingered onto Mokuba's body or to my classmates. The audience was large, but I knew what they wanted.
"Mokuba…was my brother, my friend, my one and only person who cared about me. He was the only one in which I could share something with and not have to worry that it would be put to bad usage. He was by me everyday of my life…" I began to run out of things to say.
In truth, I had so many things I wanted to say. I wanted to tell everyone how many times he saved me, how he was always looking up to me and that made me become a strong person. I wanted to tell them how much I was abused by Gozaburo, and how Mokuba just stood by my side and told me it would be all better. But it never did…it only got worse.
"But when he wasn't there, he was always at some place where I knew he would be safe. He taught me that trust is something that can be gained easily if you know the right person." He glanced at Yugi, but they seemed distraught.
"Whenever I was too busy, he always gave me his favorite quotes. I would read them and understand why he felt that way. For example… 'Only the dead see the end of war'…Plato. And… 'When you've reached the end of all the light you know, faith is knowing that one of two things will happen. Either you will have something solid to land on, or you will be taught to fly…'." Suddenly, the world was oblivious to me, and I could only see my hand. "Mokuba…he wanted to fly so much. When we were younger, he would always ask me if flying made you free. He drew me a blues eyes picture when him and me lived with my stepfather. He said he drew it because he wanted to fly on the Blue eyes. Just him and me. We would fly so far away from the mansion. But in reality…it was all just a dream…Life is a dream…and it all ends in death." I shook my head mentally.
"We finally got the freedom we wanted when Gozaburo passed away…and that was our dream all along. That was his dream, to be free. But I can't help but think…Dreams come true…but they also end…" I couldn't take it anymore, and I backed away from the podium.
The priest must have sensed my thought and rushed to the podium. He allowed for four people to come and take my brother's grave, but I refused for one of them to do it.
"I'm holding a corner." I said with a warning in my voice and a glare. The man backed down immediately and I held the top right corner. I carried him into the Hearse and I sat in the passenger seat of it.
People might have said I was obsessed with a dead grave, but in reality, a dead grave was obsessed with me.
We arrived at the Cemetery about five minutes before anyone, and I stood there watching them put my brother's grave in. But right before the thing was to be closed all the way, I took off my locket and I threw it in there.
If Mokuba somehow were able to look in there, he would have seen the picture of Mother and Father. I left immediately afterwards.
Once again, I stayed in Mokuba's room for three days and two nights, without sleep or contact.
To tell you the truth…I was totally wasted. But I didn't care. I don't care about anything anymore. If Satan himself was to come up and say that I was going to Hell with him and I would spend the rest of my days as a slave in Purgatory, then so be it. If Yugi and his friends were to come to bother me, I would sit there without a care.
Finally, I exited the room. I cleaned myself up and acted professional again. But now…now all my emotions were gone. I had no reason to keep them in me. Everything I ever had was gone, and in order to keep at least my home, I would need to work.
I looked at a picture of Mokuba, then smirked. I lowered it. "Seto's gone Mokuba. He went to the grave. It's me now…Kaiba. Remember me?" I chuckled.
Seto was gone too. Soon everything was going to be gone. And I will make sure of it.