Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hope ❯ Mokuba ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
MF: Well, here's another angst type story by me. Hope you enjoy it.
Mokuba: ^-^ Please review, even flames accepted.
Yami MF: Just tell us why you are flaming though, thanks!
~Hope~
Mokuba Kaiba lept out of his bed and rushed down the marble steps of his home. It was the first day he had been feeling alright, and what a great day indeed. It was finally the day of the track meet. Mokuba's speciality was 100 metre and the coach said that they were sure to win with Mokuba on their side. Mokuba stumbled joyfully into the kitchen, colliding with his older brother in the process.
"Morning Mokuba," said Seto, as he turned his attention back to the frying pan.
"Morning Seto! What's for breakfast?" Mokuba replied.
"Bacon and eggs, your favourite. After all, this is your big day."
"Hai!" Mokuba's dark eyes sparkled joyfully," thanks big bro!"
The two sat down and began eating. Seto gave Mokuba a concerned look.
"What's wrong big brother?" asked Mokuba, his mouth full of bacon and eggs.
"Well, I was just thinking about your track today. I mean, you've only just got over a bad bout of bronchitis, maybe you shouldn't attend."
Mokuba stared at his brother with pleading eyes.
"Please Seto! I can't let the team down. Besides, I feel just fine!"
"Alright kid, good luck."
"Thanks Seto!"
Mokuba grabbed his bag and bolted out the door. Outside the sun shown brightly, attempting to conceal the true darkness of the day.
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Mokuba stood up and began to stretch. His school was doing great. So far, they had gotten a medal in each event! Now it was finally time for the 100 metre. Hotaru (A/N: She's like my favourite oc, I use her in everything^_^) rushed up and planted a kiss on Mokuba's cheek. He pretended to look disgusted and brushed it off.
"Hotaru! Not in public!"
Hotaru smiled.
"Good luck Mokuba!"
Hotaru sauntered off, leaving Mokuba a bright shade of red. However, he quickly shook it off as they announced his event. Mokuba jogged to the start. The competition glanced at him fearfully. Mokuba just smirked. The bell sounded, and they began to run. Mokuba could feel the cold wind whipping through his long raven hair. He was nearing the end, but something was wrong... Mokuba cried out as a stab of pain shot through his chest. He fell forward, feeling nothing but the intense pain rising in his chest.
(Seto...)
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Seto jolted suddenly, sending sheets of paper flying. An executive turned to him.
"Are you alright Mr. Kaiba.
Seto nodded and held a hand to his heart.
"Yes, just fine."
Seto turned back to his papers. He had felt a sudden jolt in his heart, almost as if someone needed him or was calling to him. Something wasn't right...
(Mokuba!)
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Mokuba's head swam with dizziness. He had been unconscious, but he didn't know for how long. He could hear voices all around him.
"Call an ambulance!"
"Someone already has!"
"I hope they hurry, he's not breathing!"
Mokuba continued to lie there.
(Someone's hurt, I should go help. But, I'm exhausted, I can't move. I wonder...who...won the race?)
His train of thought was interrupted by a familiar tear strained voice.
"Mokuba!" cried Hotaru, "breathe!"
Mokuba jolted to attention.
(I...I'm not breathing?)
He took a deep breath, and his lungs were filled with a searing pain. He bolted upright, gasping for breath.
"Mokuba, thank god." Hotaru's voice was filled with relief.
Mokuba was unable to respond. He could feel a coppery fluid invade his mouth. He began to cough. Warm sticky blood stained the front of his shirt.
"Mokuba!" screamed Hotaru frantically.
A teacher placed a hand on Mokuba's chest to keep him from falling forward.
"Is the ambulance here yet?"
A boy no older then ten rushed up.
"They just arrived!"
"Good, bring them here."
Minutes later, the paramedics arrived, and Mokuba could feel many hands pulling him onto a stretcher.

~End of chapter 1~
MF: So, what do ya think? Good? Bad? Please review! Any way, the next chapter will focus on Shizuka (Serenity in the dubbed anime). It should be up early next week. Later peoples.