Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten ❯ Forgotten ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Lil_Riter 
Mokuba wants to go to the movies, but Seto forgets! Lp's Forgotten.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 10.12.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 820 | Visits: 256 | Status: Completed
Mokuba wants to go to the movies, but Seto forgets! Lp's Forgotten.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 10.12.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 820 | Visits: 256 | Status: Completed
Lil-Riter does not own Yugioh.
Riter: R&R! Flames welcome. Originally posted on Fanfic.net on 8-13-04
Forgotten- Linkin Park
[From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care]
I wake up, five as usual. Time to run my empire.
[There's a place so dark you can't see the end
Skies cock back and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion]
Things to do:
Fire Big Five.
Fire receptionist.
Find out who put the decimal in the wrong place.
Fire them.
The list just goes on and on.
[Then with the eyes shut / looking thought the rust and rot
And dust / a small spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again]
"Nii-sama?"
"Yeah Mokuba?" I don't look away from the computer. I don't even pause in my typing.
"Are we going to the movies?" Damn. I forgot.
"Sorry Mok. Something's come up." I imagine my brother's disappointed face. I almost wince. Almost. "Why don't you watch a movie here in the mansion? We've got all the releases here already anyways."
"But that's totally missing the point!" I don't even flinch as I continue typing. What possible point could there be in going out to see a movie?
[In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up]
I hear him pad up to my chair. Feel him watch me intently. Feel his breath on my neck. I almost feel guilty. Almost.
[Moving all around / screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind
Street lamps, chain-link and concrete]
"Please?!" Mokuba grabs my arm and yanks it with all his might. My hand bangs against the keyboard, causing random letters and numbers to be pressed.
"Stop it!" I yell suddenly, swinging my chair around to face the boy angrily. Mokuba is shocked, wearing the look of someone who'd just been slapped. I'd never been like this before. Never raised my voice. Never even said that phrase to him.
[A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again]
Slowly, oh so slowly, Mokuba's eyes fill with tears. I sit, unable to say anything that could redeem myself, in his or my eyes. "Mokuba?" I ask softly, reaching out a hand to him.
It never reaches him, because he turned around and ran.
[In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up]
I bury my face in my hands. Tears almost come. Almost. But I regain my composure. I have a meeting at Twelve. I need to be ready.
Somewhere deep inside me, there is a pang of guilt. It is sharp as a knife, but I either don't feel it or ignore it completely.
[Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I'm telling you that
I see it right through you]
Somewhere in the bustling giant house, the mansion, in a room where time seems to stand still, a pillow is soaked with tears. "Why doesn't he get it?" a boy sobs outloud. "Stupid Seto. He missed the entire point." He wished that he had someone to comfort him, to hold him and say that it would be alright, to say that he was being stupid and could they go out and spend time together. But for now, he cries himself to sleep.
Alone in the mansion full of people, he cries himself to sleep.
[In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up]
I can leave it like this if you want, unless, of course, you want the whole sad story. It's sad....
Riter: R&R! Flames welcome. Originally posted on Fanfic.net on 8-13-04
Forgotten- Linkin Park
[From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care]
I wake up, five as usual. Time to run my empire.
[There's a place so dark you can't see the end
Skies cock back and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion]
Things to do:
Fire Big Five.
Fire receptionist.
Find out who put the decimal in the wrong place.
Fire them.
The list just goes on and on.
[Then with the eyes shut / looking thought the rust and rot
And dust / a small spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again]
"Nii-sama?"
"Yeah Mokuba?" I don't look away from the computer. I don't even pause in my typing.
"Are we going to the movies?" Damn. I forgot.
"Sorry Mok. Something's come up." I imagine my brother's disappointed face. I almost wince. Almost. "Why don't you watch a movie here in the mansion? We've got all the releases here already anyways."
"But that's totally missing the point!" I don't even flinch as I continue typing. What possible point could there be in going out to see a movie?
[In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up]
I hear him pad up to my chair. Feel him watch me intently. Feel his breath on my neck. I almost feel guilty. Almost.
[Moving all around / screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind
Street lamps, chain-link and concrete]
"Please?!" Mokuba grabs my arm and yanks it with all his might. My hand bangs against the keyboard, causing random letters and numbers to be pressed.
"Stop it!" I yell suddenly, swinging my chair around to face the boy angrily. Mokuba is shocked, wearing the look of someone who'd just been slapped. I'd never been like this before. Never raised my voice. Never even said that phrase to him.
[A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again]
Slowly, oh so slowly, Mokuba's eyes fill with tears. I sit, unable to say anything that could redeem myself, in his or my eyes. "Mokuba?" I ask softly, reaching out a hand to him.
It never reaches him, because he turned around and ran.
[In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up]
I bury my face in my hands. Tears almost come. Almost. But I regain my composure. I have a meeting at Twelve. I need to be ready.
Somewhere deep inside me, there is a pang of guilt. It is sharp as a knife, but I either don't feel it or ignore it completely.
[Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I'm telling you that
I see it right through you]
Somewhere in the bustling giant house, the mansion, in a room where time seems to stand still, a pillow is soaked with tears. "Why doesn't he get it?" a boy sobs outloud. "Stupid Seto. He missed the entire point." He wished that he had someone to comfort him, to hold him and say that it would be alright, to say that he was being stupid and could they go out and spend time together. But for now, he cries himself to sleep.
Alone in the mansion full of people, he cries himself to sleep.
[In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up]
I can leave it like this if you want, unless, of course, you want the whole sad story. It's sad....