It was always small, a chip on a glacier that widened the longer he lived, eroded by life and experiences, but that line remained thin and never really penetrated. Not until Yuugi and Atem entered his life did the crack widen, deepen, and creep further down. Damage. Painful. Like a wound being needled, and then when the cold came, it strengthened the glacier.
By the time of Battle City, the crack had worn down to the base, spidering out, opening new pathways of possibility. Trusting a man with a precious part of you. Waiting for a miracle you're certain will never come.
More lines, more deeply penetrating. Dreams realized.
But nothing so penetrating as the loss of a friend, when you've never had one. Seto had felt it in his soul, the bone deep agony of loneliness that no one could ever really fill. Not like him. Never...no one could fill that spot.
He tried to patch the ice, bathing the pain in ice cold water that took his breath away and sealed the gaps, fortifying him to his purpose.
His purpose...to bring the king back from his resting place, to desecrate his grave without pity or regret until he showed his face to Seto Kaiba and prostrated himself for considering to leave, without saying goodbye.
Seeing him once more had laid Seto bare, given him the closure he sought, and for that closure he'd brought pain to the one he'd admitted respect for, and the one he loved. Of course they should be angry, they should have left him, and they could have, the arrangements he left were only months away from finalizing Mokuba Kaiba as the new CEO of Kaiba Corporation. He had better people who could support him and care for him than Seto could.
He loves and hates Atem, for shattering the ice that had hurt and protected, shielded and injured. Because when Mokuba and Yuugi gathered him up in their arms, there was nothing else to stem the onslaught of emotions. He was hurting, body and soul. He isn't sure if he'll walk again. He was so afraid that he would be left alone, for what he did. He was afraid that achieving his goals were no longer worth it.
Seto Kaiba had no more strength to rebuild the walls. He went limp in their arms, and his vision blurred as they held him. He couldn't even bring his arms up to return the hug, to either of them. All he could do was bury his face in the hair of one of the ones who loved him and squeeze his eyes shut, letting out the first tears he'd cried since childhood.
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It was always small, a chip on a glacier that widened the longer he lived, eroded by life and experiences, but that line remained thin and never really penetrated. Not until Yuugi and Atem entered his life did the crack widen, deepen, and creep further down. Damage. Painful. Like a wound being needled, and then when the cold came, it strengthened the glacier.
By the time of Battle City, the crack had worn down to the base, spidering out, opening new pathways of possibility. Trusting a man with a precious part of you. Waiting for a miracle you're certain will never come.
More lines, more deeply penetrating. Dreams realized.
But nothing so penetrating as the loss of a friend, when you've never had one. Seto had felt it in his soul, the bone deep agony of loneliness that no one could ever really fill. Not like him. Never...no one could fill that spot.
He tried to patch the ice, bathing the pain in ice cold water that took his breath away and sealed the gaps, fortifying him to his purpose.
His purpose...to bring the king back from his resting place, to desecrate his grave without pity or regret until he showed his face to Seto Kaiba and prostrated himself for considering to leave, without saying goodbye.
Seeing him once more had laid Seto bare, given him the closure he sought, and for that closure he'd brought pain to the one he'd admitted respect for, and the one he loved. Of course they should be angry, they should have left him, and they could have, the arrangements he left were only months away from finalizing Mokuba Kaiba as the new CEO of Kaiba Corporation. He had better people who could support him and care for him than Seto could.
He loves and hates Atem, for shattering the ice that had hurt and protected, shielded and injured. Because when Mokuba and Yuugi gathered him up in their arms, there was nothing else to stem the onslaught of emotions. He was hurting, body and soul. He isn't sure if he'll walk again. He was so afraid that he would be left alone, for what he did. He was afraid that achieving his goals were no longer worth it.
Seto Kaiba had no more strength to rebuild the walls. He went limp in their arms, and his vision blurred as they held him. He couldn't even bring his arms up to return the hug, to either of them. All he could do was bury his face in the hair of one of the ones who loved him and squeeze his eyes shut, letting out the first tears he'd cried since childhood.