Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Tradgic Life of Seto Kaiba ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

"Hey kiddos want anything to eat?" Sota asked as he walked into the complex door, with a bag of take out food in his hand.

"Okay, c'mon Mokie" Seto lead his brother into the kitchen, then got a phone book and put it on a chair for Mokuba to sit on.

"Are you okay Papa?" the eight year old asked, noticing his father was a bit sad.

"Of course." But Sota wasn't. He dished out the food onto plates for his sons. A voice kept whispering in his head `It's the prefect time' `you can do it' `you can't protect your sons for long'

"Do you have homework Seto?"

"Already did it"

"You know, are you still gonna take up on that offer to skip ahead one grade?"

"No, Papa, I just wanna go to school like a normal kid, I don't wanna skip."

"Are you sure?"

Seto nodded.

"Alright, I trust you"

"Thanks Papa"

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Late at night, the eight year old Seto laid wide awake in his bed, he didn't know what was wrong, but something was.

"Seto?"

"Mokuba, can't you sleep?" Seto asked, seeing his little brother standing at his door.

"No"

"Okay, then lets go find Papa"

Both boys got out of bed and walked into there fathers room, but Sota wasn't there.

"Why isn't papa here?" Mokuba asked

"I'm not sure, maybe he's down stairs" Seto replied

Both boys went down stairs, but all the lights were off.

The front door was open, and both boys cautiously walked toward the door.

Outside was Sota, standing in the middle of the street, holding a gun in his hand, and then he raised the gun to his head, just as Mokuba and Seto walked outside.

"No Papa!" Seto cried, he ran out to the street, with Mokuba following him, just in time to see his father pull the trigger, and crimson blood spattered everywhere. It hit Seto and Mokuba, and they were both covered in blood, Mokuba screamed as Seto fell to his knees in front of his father's headless body.

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Cops and neighbours were every where in minutes, as they loaded Sota's body into a black body bag. With blankets around them, Seto sat with Mokuba and listened to him cry, but Seto himself stayed dry-eyed .

"Papa didn't love us" Mokuba sobbed

"He did love us, he just loved Mama more" Seto said, it was the truth.

Seto put his shaking hands over his brother's body, still with the picture of Sota's head coming off in his mind.

Both boys felt sadness and loneliness more than most of you have ever felt in your life, as police asked neighbours questions. One neighbour pointed over to Seto, and then a cop walked over to them.

Seto couldn't answer any of his questions, because he was lost in his own thought. It wasn't fair, why did Sota have to kill himself? Why? Was it Seto fault? All these questions scattered his brain instead of answering the cop's questions.

"Okay. Listen little boy, please answer me, this is every important"

Seto nodded

"Your name is Seto Tanazaki right?"

Seto nodded

"You love with your father right?"

Seto nodded again "My mother died a few years back

"Oh…okay, were at about nine o'clock tonight?"

"Getting me and my brother ready for bed" Seto replied

"Was your father with you?"

Seto shook his head "No"

"Okay, honey did you notice your acting a bit strange?"

"Yes, he was sad all day long, and wasn't talking much, just lost in his own thoughts."

"Did he say anything usual? Did he go anywhere? Its okay, you can tell me, did he hit you?"

"NO! Of course not! My father loved us and he never hurt me or Mokuba!" Seto screamed, what kind of question was that?!

"Are you sure?"

"YES!"

"Okay honey, calm down" he looks back to a pad of paper he is holding, and writes something down.

"Did you see your father anytime tonight?"

Seto nods "I saw him at dinner, then he went outside for a cigarette, I just me and Mokuba ready for bed when it got late"

"He didn't come back inside at all?"

Seto shook his head.

"Do you have any other family?"

Seto nodded his head "we have an aunt in domino"

"You'll have to live with her?"

"Little boy, do you know what suicide is?" he asks

Seto nods his head

"Your fathers gone, you know that right?"

"Yes"

"Then, why aren't you crying?"