Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ My Immortal ❯ One-Shot

(Promise to koi. Shall not kill bishies off. *hums* Sad song. I cry when I hear it. *sniffles*

DISCLAIMER: Don't own YGO. *sobs* Sadness... T.T And My Immortal is owned by Evanescence.

~*Song lyrics*~

~Thoughts~

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I look at the little drawing in my hands. I remember when you drew this for me. You were so proud of yourself. I hugged you, told you I loved it. I'd forgotten it was in here. This little box. I kept everything you ever gave me in here. My memory box. My never-ending pledge to remember you. Did you make one? Do you have a memory box? Or do you just remember me in your memory?

~*I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

Because your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone*~

I wander around the mansion. It's so quiet. I like it like that, sometimes. Right now, I wish there were someone here. You, maybe? Could you come back? I always felt safe when you were here. You used me as your protective shield, and I felt that I could do anything in the world. But, you've left now, and I'm just another person. I'm no longer a protector. I'm a boy again. A child in a world too big for himself.

I go by your room. Your door is open, so I go in. A small stuffed animal sits on your bed. You left it there for me. It was a good-bye gift, I remember now. I pick it up. It's so soft. I rub my face in it. It has your scent. Your whole room has your scent. What did I expect? You used to live here. But, it's been so long.

I leave your room, closing the door behind me, holding the little plushie in one hand. I go down to the game room. Once again, I feel you. I see an image of you smiling as you pick out a game, concentrating as you play, cheering as you win, or crying as you lose. You didn't play much before you left, and I wonder if you miss it. Do you miss me?

~*These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase*~

Your picture was in the paper last week. Kaiba Corp loves having you as the CEO. But, must you be so far away? I know, business is better in America. You've told me. Your voice floats around in my head. Your good-bye. Your call last week, to check up on me. You'd sounded so preoccupied. It was almost as if I were just another chore. One more thing that was in your way. Is this how you always used to feel? Did I used to hurt you like this? Do you realize you're hurting me?

~*When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I've held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me*~

"Niisama, how are you?" You call.

"Mokuba-chan. I am well. Tired, but well. How are things going? I saw the article in the paper. It came the day after you called me. Very good." I smile to myself. You don't sound preoccupied today. Maybe it was just that day. You can always find a way to call me. You've never complained, at least, not to me.

"All is well here. Are you sure you're okay? You sound tired."

"I am fine."

"Have you been staying up late again?"

I sigh. "Yes..."

"Niisama! I've talked to you about this! Must we go over what your doctor says again?!"

I hang my head. "No..."

"Niisama, I let you stay at the mansion because you promised you could take care of yourself. Do I need to have you flown out here so I can watch you!?"

"No, Mokuba-chan...." I mumble. I want to cry, but I was taught so well not to, that I can't.

"Then take better care of yourself! Kami-sama!" I choke back a sob, keeping it quiet so you won't hear me. A weakness. I have too many now. "Listen. I have to go now. I'll call next week." You hang up.

I stare at the phone sadly. ~Mokuba-chan.... No....~ I set down the phone, my only contact with you, and wheel my chair over to one of the glass vases, which I then proceed to smash. I have to take my pain and anger out on something. As long as you never find out. You always liked this vase...

I stop, staring down at my dirty work. "I broke your vase, Mokuba. What are you going to do? Drag me to America? Why can't you just leave me alone?!" I scream at the vase pieces. "Just let me die! It's better than this!" I struggle to stand from my wheelchair, but I can't. I'll never be able to again.

And it's all my fault....

~*You used to captivate me

By your resonating light

But now I'm bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

You voice it chased away all the sanity in me*~

I watch the ceiling that night. The tree outside casts strange shadows on it. The moonlight keeps me awake, at least, that's what I tall myself. I know better. It's you. I dream of you. I hate it. I can't sleep like this. I glare at the chair. I can't do anything with it, without someone's help. Once my maid is gone for the night, I am bed ridden. I'm forever trapped by your word, your work. My own stupidity.

I can't even reach the phone. This is the worst. Wait. The stuffed animal. This phone, in my room, it works, but I don't use it. It takes too much to wheel around the bed. I hold out the stuffed animal and hook it's nose over the phone. Then I, carefully, drag the phone within my reach. I hug the plushie for a moment before picking up the phone. Now, who to call? Images of you flash through my mind. I dial your number. You've told me to never call you, that you'd always call me.

You pick up. "Hello?"

~*These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase*~

"Mokuba-chan...." I whisper, hugging the animal to my chest.

The chair you sit in slams down as you sit up fast. "One second." You tell me, then I hear you yelling at others. Your office door slams shut. "Niisama, I've told you in the past to not call me." You sigh. I hear the wariness in your voice.

"I can't sleep..."

Your chair groans. You've sat back. I remember that sound. "Niisama, I don't have time..."

"You never have time...." I whisper sadly.

He pauses. "No, I don't."

"I never had time either...." I sniffle. "Gomen... I'll let you work..."

"No! Niisama, don't hang up!" You cry.

I stop. "But, you're busy...."

You sigh. "You always used to make time for me. I'm sorry."

I smile. "You sound like me..."

"I do, don't I?" You laugh lightly. "Tell you what, I'll come out there tomorrow. We can do something."

"You have work."

"And you aren't sleeping. Niisama, I know you. Something is wrong." You sigh. "I'll be there in the morning. Try and sleep for me."

"But... Kaiba Corp...."

"You're more important. Get some sleep." You hang up.

I gape at the phone. Then I look at the stuffed animal and hug it tightly. "Arigatou..." I whisper, placing the phone back.

~*When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I've held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me*~

I blink my eyes open. There you sit, on the end of my bed, staring down at me with your intent blue eyes, your black mane flying about your face. "Ohayo..." I whisper.

"Ohayo, Niisama. How are you this morning?" You look so cheerful, but I see the sleepless signs. I know them well.

"Mokuba-chan, you haven't had any sleep." I reprimand. "And you're always yelling at me."

"I slept on the way here." You deny.

I roll my eyes. "That's not sleeping. That's dozing. You haven't slept in days, I can tell."

"Have too." You frown at me in annoyance

"Bullshit. Here, we'll have a lazy day. We can both sleep." I tell you firmly, holding out a hand. "Come on. You can sleep here with me."

"Niisama..." You sigh, giving in, and crawl under the covers with me. "You are such a pain."

I wrap my arms around you and pull you closer, then kiss your forehead. "Go to sleep, Kaiba-sama." You chuckle and close your eyes, resting your head against my chest.

I look up at my chair. My evil chair that traps me. I remember the accident that made me like this. I thank that accident, but I'll never tell you that. You'll never understand. I want to tell you what it's like, to life in this hell that I live in. Yet, at the same time, this is a blessing. I can hold you now. I can hold you and not worry what people will think of me. Yet, you'll care. I'll still be alone...

~*I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

And though you're still with me

I've been alone all along*~

You open your eyes that evening. I knew you were tired. You smile up at me, and I can't help but smile back. "Sleepyhead." I whisper, kissing your forehead again.

You sigh and look over at my clock. "It's so late. Why didn't you wake me?"

"You needed the sleep, and you looked so peaceful." I whisper softly, losing myself in your eyes.

You pull away quickly and sit on the edge of the bed. "Where do you want to go for dinner?" You ask. I feel the dying fear in your voice. You're afraid.

~I'm alone...~ I shake my head. "I don't care. We could just stay here."

"No... I'm here, I might as well take you out of the house. You're always stuck in here. Do you want me to get your maid to help you dress?"

"Sure...." You don't even notice my tears as you get up and leave me, laying, alone. I look down at the stuffed animal. "I'm cursed, little one. I'm cursed. And..." I choke. "I'm alone...."

~*When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I've held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me*~

Did you hear me? Are you alone too? Will I ever ask you? Will you ever tell me? Ototo-chan... Aishiteru yo........

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A/N: Don't tell my mom about the shounen ai. She doesn't like this pairing. She doesn't mind most of the shounen ai or yaoi pairings I like, but she absolutely abhors this one. Screw it. Makes life interesting. XD

This was a weird fic, yes. How Seto-chan ever got into an accident, I'll never know. I assume it was a car accident that caused some damage to his spine, therefore immobilizing the lower half of his body. Something like that can traumatize anyone, and, as we all know, Seto-chan was never easy on himself. He was, and still is, forever pushing himself to his limits, and past them. And an accident like that could near kill him. But, as I promised koi no killing of bishies, I let him live. *sighes* I really DO have an angsty nature... This is sad...

This is a One-Shot, unless I get a lot of asking for more. In which case, I'll also need ideas. *groans* I have too many fic projects as it is! Ra....

R+E+R

~Junshin/Noa Girl {Me new pen name(s) Tired of Katmon. That was Digimon, but I remain surprised at how far it has gotten me. Let's see how well I'm liked as I do more incest and raping and the such. Angst is always fun! ^_~}