For him it had only felt like a few weeks, but judging by all the different faces he saw around the place, perhaps it had been more. He wandered aimlessly, not even sure how he'd managed to get back to his own reality. Finally he decided to go home, wondering how little Mokuba had managed to hold up while he'd been-- He stared at the young man that SO resembled his little brother, unable to believe it. "I was only gone... M-Mokuba...? I can't have been gone that long. Mokie...?" ||Kaibaboss||
During the two and a half years since Seto had disappeared, some days were easier for Mokuba to manage than others. Today however wasnāt one of those days.
No matter what he did to try and keep himself occupied, his thoughts always returned to his brother. Happier times. Not-so-happy times. Darn right depressing times; Everything just seemed to be reminding him of Seto. So far heād broken down into showers of tears three times today and even now it was like he could hear his voiceā¦
Wait a minute, that sounds too clear to be my muffled brain⦠He turned in the direction of where heād heard the confused voice say his name. And not just any old name, but āMokieā. How long had it been since his brother had called him that? Almost a decade now?
His eyes caught sight of the person who haunted his dreams almost every night. āSeto?!⦠Is that you?ā
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