Chapter One
Authoress: Keishi
BIG FAT WARNING:
Contains m/m relationships
ONLY read if you are of age and open-minded!!!
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I need to feel a little piece of heaven.
Send me an angel to love,
I'm afraid I'll never get to heaven.
-chorus, "My Lover's Box," Garbage
"Mommy, Mommy!"
A chocolate-haired young boy came running through the bright holiday crowds, a toothy, innocent smile plastered across his cherubic features. He held his hands out, and a pair of strong, yet delicate, arms picked him up, hugging him close. He buried his head in the offered neck, nose filling with the smell that was 'mother.' He sighed contentedly, hanging off the warmest, sweetest, most wonderful person he had ever known.
"Seto, darling, what do you want Santa to bring you?" A voice murmured to him from above. Seto smiled and clung a little more possessively.
"An angel! I want an angel, Mommy!"
Gentle laughter bubbled out of his mother's mouth. "Why do you want an angel, honey?"
"Because! They're supposed to be gentle, and kind, and nice... just like you, Mommy!"
"Well, Seto, you know what? They are gentle. And nice, and kind. Know why?"
Seto shook his head. "Huh uh, why?"
A soft hand came to caress the back of Seto's hair as he rested his face yet again in the available neck. "Because I already have one, darling. I have you."
Seto Kaiba woke with a start. He looked at his surroundings questioningly, expecting to see the bright lights and brilliant colors of his dream. Once he realized he was in his bedroom at the Kaiba mansion, and not a four-year-old version of himself wrapped warmly in his now-dead mother's arms, his heart plummeted. He thought back to the dream, which was really a suppressed memory, and sighed. Is that what he had really said to his mother? That he wanted an angel? 'Even then, I wanted the unattainable,' he thought sarcastically.
He got out of bed and dressed cursorily, not really taking the time or effort the task normally demanded. He was on a much-needed vacation, or so Mokuba said. He heard his little brother's words ring through his head: "Even CEO's take a break for Christmas."
Completely unable to deny his young brother anything, Kaiba had relented and taken a week-long vacation for Christmas, a vacation that Mokuba was hell-bent on Kaiba enjoying.
"Big Brother?" Mokuba stuck his head in the room, as if on cue.
Kaiba adjusted the cuffs of his long-sleeved slate grey shirt and turned to face his brother. "Yes, I'm up," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Mokuba smiled up at him. "Breakfast is ready," he said sunnily before retreating from the room. Seto heard his footsteps as Mokuba ran down the hall to the stairwell,
and shook his head, a small smile gracing his arrogant lips. For his little brother, he'd do anything.
When he finally made it downstairs, the pleasant smell of cooked food wafted up to his nose. He ate his breakfast slowly, watching Mokuba heartily devour four crepes to his
one. When the spiky-haired youth came up for air, he looked up at his older brother and guardian with genuine respect and love in his eyes. "It's snowing outside," he chirped happily.
"Looks like you'll get your white Christmas after all," Seto said stoically, drinking his tea.
Mokuba laughed, a full sound that had yet to be jaded by human experience. Kaiba silently mourned the day that his brother would have to learn to laugh a little more
quietly, a little less happily. He was so deep in thought, however, that he almost missed Mokuba's next question.
"What do you wish for Christmas, Seto?"
Kaiba blinked, taken aback for a brief moment. He then shoved his chair back, standing up. He said tersely, "I don't wish for anything. Wishes only bring let-downs and
sorrow." He stalked out of the room into the foyer, leaving a very surprised Mokuba in his wake.
Kaiba flung open the front door of the mansion, stepping out into the cold and swirling snow. It was a blizzard outside, and he had forgotten to grab a coat. Snow blew about him in huge, whirling patterns, chilling him to the bone. He made his way across the expansive front lawn of his estate, fingers already growing numb from the cold. He stopped just short of the gate leading out onto the public road, hugging himself futilely, numbness spreading up his arms.
Mokuba's question came back to him: 'What do you wish for Christmas, Seto?'
'I wish for an angel to love.' The thought came unbidden to his mind, surprising him in it's truth. Yes, he realized, he _did_ want an angel, someone to love him and for him to love, someone who'd never leave his side and be with him always. He let his head fall back, eyes searching the white expanse above him for any kind of sign that his wish could be granted.
'Send me an angel.'
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