Corporate Prince

Chapter 60: The Truth Best Left Unsaid

Author Note: I'm updating early because Tuesday it my wedding anniversary. Enjoy! 

As Ana entered the dojo and closed the door, Seto leaned back against the wall, taking a moment to collect himself. Her questions had unearthed a memory he'd buried deep. When she'd ask if he'd ever wanted a normal career, the memory had only been a flash that he'd been able to suppress, but when she'd asked him if he wanted kids... Now that he was alone the memory was pushing its way to the surface. He wanted to shove it back in the tiny box that stored information he didn't want to concern himself with, but it wouldn't go back in. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. There was only one thing he could do at this point. He'd have to face the memory. Concentrating, he drew up the hazy memory until it became clearer. He almost stopped because it was such a bright memory that he wanted to shove it back in the box. The only thing this memory would bring him was pain, but he couldn't ignore it now. So he remembered.

The kitchen was small, and the room was bright. The white laminate floor lit up with natrual light from the windows. Seto was sitting across from a teeny tiny Mokuba who's hair was baby fine and sticking out in all directions. He was chubby and cute in his blue onesie. Seto himself was small and probably about sixish years old.

"Ok, now try again." Seto instructed the tiny Mokuba. "Se."

Tiny Mokuba seemed to like this game. "Se."

"To."

"To."

Seto nodded. "Good now all together. Seto."

Mokuba threw his chubby little hands into the air and shouted, "ToTo!"

Seto chuckled at the memory. He'd forgotten that Mokuba had called him that when he was little. He bit his lip and kept remembering. It was like watching an old movie in his head. The reel was playing slowly, but it was getting clearer the longer he watched.

"No!" Seto shouted, annoyed. "Again! Se."

"Se."

"To."

"To."

"Seto!"

"ToTo!" Mokuba burst into giggles at Seto's frustration.

"What are you doing?"

Seto turned to the man who'd entered the kitchen. He was tall, with brown hair that was slightly longer than Seto's but the same color, and grey eyes the color of Mokuba's. He was strikingly handsome with a confident air. He was Seto and Mokuba's biological father.

Seto frowned at this. He couldn't remember the man's name. The image was still a little fuzzy, but Seto did remember that he'd looked like his father and that Mokuba had taken after their mother. He was more surprised that he could remember what his father had sounded like. A person's voice was supposed to be the first thing you forgot about them, but he could remember his father's voice clearly. It was powerful, and deep, with a slight vibrato. He couldn't recall his mother's voice, but his father's voice was very clear. Seto felt the sting in his chest. I should stop. This is stupid and pointless. Yet, he couldn't stop it. The memory kept playing, so Seto kept watching.

"Dad! He's doing that on purpose. I know he's doing it on purpose. I know he can say my name, but he's getting it wrong just to mess with me." Seto huffed.

His father smiled, but let out a small sigh. "Don't worry. Soon he'll be saying your name alllll the time and asking you endless questions. So much so that you'll want another little sibling. That way you can distract him with them, just so you can have a few moments of peace."