Lame title I know. Sappy, bittersweet kaiba bros fic I've been trying to write for a week and a half. I finally got it to sound on paper the way it sounded in my head.
Seto Kaiba closed his eyes. His baby brother had just left for college and they had spent their last moments together fighting. Mokuba had stubbornly
chosen a college in another country -in America
for God’s sake- despite his brother’s disapproval. The brothers had spent the entire last year of Mokuba’s high school arguing over this choice, and somehow Kaiba thought his little brother would change his mind and do whatever his Nii-sama
told him to, despite the fact that he’d been Seto
and not Nii-sama
for the last couple years.
With a sigh, Kaiba climbed the stairs of his mansion, which had never seemed so empty and alone, rubbing the hollow ache in his chest that wouldn’t go away. As he passed Mokuba’s room, the door standing ajar and the room devoid of nearly all his brother’s possessions, Kaiba winced. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment before he was drawn into it, like a moth to light.
Kaiba all but collapsed onto Mokuba’s bed, trembling when the scent of his baby brother surrounded him. He wondered how he was going to get through these next four years without his heart. It was true that he had gotten better, less machine-like and more resembling a human, but that was all thanks to Mokuba (despite their nearly-dissolved rivalry, Kaiba still refused to acknowledge Yugi’s part in his renewed humanity). What would Kaiba do if Mokuba decided he liked America enough to stay? What if his love for his brother was outweighed by the love for his new lifestyle? Kaiba shuddered at the thought and tried to push it away. Kaiba was assaulted suddenly by the memory of his and Mokuba’s last fight.
“Seto, I’m leaving now.” Mokuba had called to him, obviously hoping his brother would have come around to the idea of his leaving the country. He looked up at his big brother with the wide innocent eyes he had somehow never outgrown.
Kaiba shook his head. “You’re not going.” He ordered. “You’re going to pick another school. You are not leaving this country.” ‘Not leaving me,’ he added in his head. He had his arms folded, eyes narrowed in a look of superiority that was rarely directed at his little brother, usually reserved for his staff or Yugi’s fanclub.
Mokuba had given a disappointed sigh. At eighteen, he was nearly as tall as his brother. “Don’t do this, not now. This is what I want. Aren’t siblings supposed to support each other?” He looked slightly defeated. He was sick of fighting, but unwilling to give up his dream. “You always said you wanted me to have the opportunity to do the things you couldn’t. So let me go.”
Kaiba stubbornly shook his head. “Siblings don’t desert one another.” He had snapped. “They don’t abandon one another another.” He folded his arms tighter against his chest, trying to ignore the sinking feeling that he was losing this battle -losing his brother, and loss had never been something Kaiba took well. “You are my little brother and you will do as I say!”
Mokuba snapped. “I’m not your little brother any more!” He shouted, hefting the last of his luggage onto his shoulder. He shook his head in frustration. “I can never be my own person unless I get away from you! I hate you!!” He stormed out of the mansion without looking back, leaving Kaiba, eyes wide and chest torn open, to stare after him.
With a soft moan at the unpleasant memory, Kaiba curled up on his brother’s bed, hugging Mokuba’s pillow to his chest and burying his face in it, breathing in the last bit of his brother left in the dilapidated room. He made a choked sound of misery, eyes wet behind his eyelids even if his cheeks weren’t.
Kaiba couldn’t tell his brother the real reasons he didn’t want the boy to leave. That if something happened to him, (as that seemed to be a common occurrence) his big brother couldn’t be there to save him. That Mokuba would forget about his brother in the bright lights and newfound freedom of America. That Kaiba would shut down completely without him around. Kaibas were proud and never admitted weaknesses such as these, not even to their baby brothers.
Kaiba’s cell phone rang and he was half-tempted to ignore it. He sniffed quickly and scrubbed his wet eyes before opening the phone, not bothering to look at the caller ID. “What is it?”
“I forgot to say I love you, big brother.”
“....Mokie.” Kaiba choked, clutching at the phone as if it were his brother’s hand. Mokie, who hadn’t been Mokie since their orphanage days. “I love you too.”
was that super lame??