Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Never Okay ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Kitsune Ryu-san 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 908 | Visits: 860 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 908 | Visits: 860 | Status: Work In Progress
Standard Disclaimers Apply
Okay, I need a beta. Or someone to give me a copy of some magical spell check device.
The next few chapters of I am a vampire is DONE! But I don't wanna upload them cause my grammar sucks.
Okay, well, this chapter gets a little weird towards them end, and I have no clue where I'm going with this, it's a product of the Elfin Leid song thing. I dunno it's name. It sounds Latin.
And a late night.
Holy god! It's 5 in the morning!!!!!
I'll be updating all of my other stories soon, so...
Enjoy!
Mokuba's head is resting against my shoulder, his breath coming in shallow, the breathing of someone to tired to dream.
I shake him awake gently, my hand slipping down his arm to wrap around his thin waist. Guilt wells up in the pit of my stomach, he's too skinny for a kid his age. I should have payed more attention to him, before this started to happen.
"B-brother?"
I look down at Mokuba, his deep blue eyes hazy with the remnants of sleep.
"Hey Mokuba. We're home."
He nods and begins to sit up, wincing then looking down at his bandaged wrist, then at my shirt, looking guilty, but he doesn't say anything.
He climbs out of the car, stumbling on his long pants before quickly walking into the house. After the door closes behind him, I slump against the car, burying my head in my hands.
I just want to double over in pain, sob my eyes out for what I did to him, ignoring him, working too much.
I feel like God decided to punish him for my sins, instead of punishing me outright, he decided to hurt the person most precious to me so I would feel like this. He's punishing me for feeling for Mokuba like I do, telling me that it's wrong.
But I can't help it, damnit! I tried to get rid of these feelings and it just doesn't work!
I run my hands through my hair restlessly, closing my eyes and holding my breath, counting to ten before exhaling again.
Biting my lip, I head inside, to find my brother and just hold him and never let go.
I take the stairs two at a time, ignoring Ziko-san, our maid, asking if I'm alright. Mokuba's door is open slightly, so I look in.
And bite back a gasp.
Mokuba is lying in the middle of his floor, head phones on and eyes closed. He is wearing a pair of black pants with blue trim, and he isn't wearing a shirt.
I can see the scars all too clearly, criss-crossing across his chest, stomach and arms. I don't want to know how long he's been doing this to himself, but I think, with building guilt, that the dark scars covering his pale skin make him look even more beautiful.
I turn away, walking slowly to my office, closing the door and locking it behind me. I pick up a picture of Mokuba that I have on my desk, holding it tenderly.
He didn't know that I was there with the camera, lurking around the corner to catch him off guard. He was sitting on the window sill, head resting in his palm, looking out at the sakura trees thoughtfully, his look almost fond. I felt bad for wrecking that moment for him, but I felt selfish, and wanted that beautiful picture to keep forever, not knowing if I could ever catch him like this again.
He looked so happy.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Whisper sweet nothings,
Into my ear.
Wrap your arms around me,
Sing my a song,
Love me tonight,
Making everything choatic,
Seem just right.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
I trail my hands up my bare stomach and sigh. It's not fair. Seto is paying for my mistakes.
He is perfect. He doesn't deserve something like this. He doesn't deserve someone fucked up like me.
I have no right to love him like I do.
But I can't help it. I love him more than anything.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Take away my desperation,
Take away my fears,
Don't look at me,
Love,
I'm made of tears.
Someday I'm gonna be washed away,
By the floods in my heart.
The little rain clouds,
Are tearing me apart.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
The way I think about him, it's not right. It's bad, evil, something is dead and decaying inside my soul and it's making me think about my brother like this.
I sit up and run to the bathroom, bile rising in my thoat.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Waterfalls of nothing pour
From inside of me,
Gotta catch of to the tides
Of me.
Fuck.
I don't know what I'm saying.
I don't know what's been said,
All I know,
Is what goes on in my head.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
I'm sickened by myself.
Okay, I need a beta. Or someone to give me a copy of some magical spell check device.
The next few chapters of I am a vampire is DONE! But I don't wanna upload them cause my grammar sucks.
Okay, well, this chapter gets a little weird towards them end, and I have no clue where I'm going with this, it's a product of the Elfin Leid song thing. I dunno it's name. It sounds Latin.
And a late night.
Holy god! It's 5 in the morning!!!!!
I'll be updating all of my other stories soon, so...
Enjoy!
Mokuba's head is resting against my shoulder, his breath coming in shallow, the breathing of someone to tired to dream.
I shake him awake gently, my hand slipping down his arm to wrap around his thin waist. Guilt wells up in the pit of my stomach, he's too skinny for a kid his age. I should have payed more attention to him, before this started to happen.
"B-brother?"
I look down at Mokuba, his deep blue eyes hazy with the remnants of sleep.
"Hey Mokuba. We're home."
He nods and begins to sit up, wincing then looking down at his bandaged wrist, then at my shirt, looking guilty, but he doesn't say anything.
He climbs out of the car, stumbling on his long pants before quickly walking into the house. After the door closes behind him, I slump against the car, burying my head in my hands.
I just want to double over in pain, sob my eyes out for what I did to him, ignoring him, working too much.
I feel like God decided to punish him for my sins, instead of punishing me outright, he decided to hurt the person most precious to me so I would feel like this. He's punishing me for feeling for Mokuba like I do, telling me that it's wrong.
But I can't help it, damnit! I tried to get rid of these feelings and it just doesn't work!
I run my hands through my hair restlessly, closing my eyes and holding my breath, counting to ten before exhaling again.
Biting my lip, I head inside, to find my brother and just hold him and never let go.
I take the stairs two at a time, ignoring Ziko-san, our maid, asking if I'm alright. Mokuba's door is open slightly, so I look in.
And bite back a gasp.
Mokuba is lying in the middle of his floor, head phones on and eyes closed. He is wearing a pair of black pants with blue trim, and he isn't wearing a shirt.
I can see the scars all too clearly, criss-crossing across his chest, stomach and arms. I don't want to know how long he's been doing this to himself, but I think, with building guilt, that the dark scars covering his pale skin make him look even more beautiful.
I turn away, walking slowly to my office, closing the door and locking it behind me. I pick up a picture of Mokuba that I have on my desk, holding it tenderly.
He didn't know that I was there with the camera, lurking around the corner to catch him off guard. He was sitting on the window sill, head resting in his palm, looking out at the sakura trees thoughtfully, his look almost fond. I felt bad for wrecking that moment for him, but I felt selfish, and wanted that beautiful picture to keep forever, not knowing if I could ever catch him like this again.
He looked so happy.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Whisper sweet nothings,
Into my ear.
Wrap your arms around me,
Sing my a song,
Love me tonight,
Making everything choatic,
Seem just right.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
I trail my hands up my bare stomach and sigh. It's not fair. Seto is paying for my mistakes.
He is perfect. He doesn't deserve something like this. He doesn't deserve someone fucked up like me.
I have no right to love him like I do.
But I can't help it. I love him more than anything.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Take away my desperation,
Take away my fears,
Don't look at me,
Love,
I'm made of tears.
Someday I'm gonna be washed away,
By the floods in my heart.
The little rain clouds,
Are tearing me apart.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
The way I think about him, it's not right. It's bad, evil, something is dead and decaying inside my soul and it's making me think about my brother like this.
I sit up and run to the bathroom, bile rising in my thoat.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Waterfalls of nothing pour
From inside of me,
Gotta catch of to the tides
Of me.
Fuck.
I don't know what I'm saying.
I don't know what's been said,
All I know,
Is what goes on in my head.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
I'm sickened by myself.