Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Never Okay ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Don't ask. It's a spur of the moment thing, I dunno if I'm even gonna make this a multi chapter thing, it was hot, I had coffee, next thing you know, SETOxMOKUBA! SQUEEEE! It's only SetoxMokuba if you squint, REALLY hard. If I do decide to make this into a multi chapter thingy, it will be incest, definately. Don't like, don't read, don't flame, unless you'd like to be publically humilated. HAHA!

O.o

I twirl the razor around in my fingers, the blade flashing prettily in the light.

"Kaiba Mokuba, the principal will see you now."

I look up at the annoying secretary and my skilled hands slip, the razor painting red lines across my fingers.

Bitch.

I stand and drag myself into the cool office, shivering. The world, and our schools, are ruled by the evil vampires of doom. I swear.

"Mokua-kun, please sit down, your brother is already here."

I twirl around. Seto is standing near the door, a slight frown on his lips, and his cold blue eyes not warming when they see me. His hands are in his pockets, toying with his keys. He's angry, nervous... hurt.

"Please, Mokuba-kun. Sit."

I lower myself down onto one of the seats, my whole body shaking.

"Mokuba, we know that you've been cutting yourself. A young man came to me today, telling me that he saw cuts all over your arms and legs. You aren't in trouble, let me tell you that right now. We want to help you, in anyway we can. You have people here for you, you don't have to go through this time of your life by yourself. I know that you have your brother, and your friends, that sweet young Vanessa. Before we go on, is there anything else you would like to say?"

I am staring at my feet, still shaking like a leaf, tears forming at the corners of my eyes.

"Mokuba-kun?"

I look up, glaring at her. "Why was another boy looking at my legs?"

She frowns and glances at my brother and so do I. He has a small smirk on his lips that quickly fades.

"I'd like to know that too, Mokuba."

THIS IS THE GOD DAMN STARS THAT FF.N GOT RID OF

They tell me to wait in the car while they talk about what they will do about this 'situation.'

I curl up around myself and hold back the tears, rolling up my long sleeve. There's alot of scars and cuts on my wrist, more than on my thighs and ankles put together. I choose a spot of milky skin right below my palm, where you can see my veins perfectly.

The razor blade is sharp, despite how much it is used. One slice breaks the skin, two makes it bleed, three makes it pour. I'm about to to cut a fourth time, severing the nerves to my fingers, when someone grabs my hand sharply. I look up into hard blue eyes, fear gripping my soul.

Seto presses his clean white shirt against my wrist before he dives for the first aid kit under my seat. The peroxide stings like a mother, the clear liquid making the blood look watery on Seto's shirt. My brother wraps the bandages tightly, sealing off the flow of blood. He doesn't speak while tending to my wrist, just looks determined to save me, like the brother that I have always known.

He looks up at my from his kneeling position on the ground, his shirt bloody and fear in his eyes.

I stare back, then crumble into his arms, sobbing. He holds me tightly, stroking my hair and whispering 'it's alright' into my ear.' But I know better. It's not alright. It never will be.

I love you, Seto. It's never gonna be alright, ever again.