Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Brother's Love ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Author(s): Anime-Blade and
Rate: M for later chapters
Pairing: Tabloidshipping- SetoxMokuba
Warnings: Future yaoi, incest, occ-ness in characters
Disclaimer: We don't own anything except the plot!
Status: 1/---
A/N: This is a roleplay-turned-fanfiction between my friend and I. It starts out with Mokuba and from there will alternate between the two, gomen if it gets confusing.
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Chapter One:
The raven haired youth sighed heavily as he sat at the dinner table, legs swinging back and forth idly. His storm coloured eyes stared at the plate of food in front of him, but he wasn't hungry. As usual, his brother was not home in time to sit with him. This was something that the boy had become accustomed too, but tonight, it hurt worse. Seto would be going away for a business trip tomorrow night, so it was only natural for the younger Kaiba to want to have dinner with the elder before he went away for a month.
One of the maids, a kind lady who liked to look after Mokuba, had walked into the room, holding another plate of food, but stepped back out when she realized that the older Kaiba still hadn't arrived. The youth sighed at this action. It was just a reminder of the fact that Seto had broken yet another promise. He pushed around a few vegetables with his fork. Mokuba had made sure to tell the cooks to make Seto's favourite dish, which they did, and now his brother was not there to enjoy it. He looked up at the clock on the wall and shook his head slightly.
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The clicking of keys typing away was the only sound heard- that and the faint sound of the typist's breathing. Blue eyes continued to scan the words forming on the screen, the male frowning when something didn't look quit right. A sigh escaped the brunette as he took a moment away from working, a hand through his hair. He had been working for hours without pause, though it wasn't unheard of.
He tried to focus on the computer screen in front of him; the new headache that was slowly starting though prevented further work from being accomplished. Sapphire orbs glanced at the time, for once using the watch that was bound around his wrist. Upon seeing the hour he cursed- he had promised Mokuba he would be home, yet here he was working instead of up keeping that promise.
Kaiba Seto quickly took his cell phone out with one hand, the other shutting down the computer. Once through with the call, the brunette stashed the phone away again before standing up and grabbing his trench coat from the couch. He slipped it on as he left the office and made his way out, cursing in a few languages at how slow elevator's were. Seto was only thankful when it dinged and allowed him to leave, exiting the building and pleased to see that his limo was waiting for him. The only thing he told his driver was “home” and “fast”.
Why was it always impossible to get to your desired destination when you had limited time, but the easiest thing in world when you pay it no mind? Someone had one twisted sense of humour up there... And it annoyed him greatly, perhaps more then he cared to admit.
Kaiba was late; something that usually didn't register itself in his books, yet now he hadn't kept to his word to the one person he actually cared about. How could he break a promise to his brother? What could he possibly do to make it up to the younger?
These were the thoughts that flittered through his mind as the limo pulled up past the gates, making its way up to the mansion that was home to two individuals alone. The second the car had stopped he opened the back door and quickly stepped out, forgetting his briefcase for the moment and focused more on walking up the front steps.
Fishing the keys out of his pocket and opening the front door, he could only hope Mokuba wasn't too upset with him...
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The woman stepped back in, smiling sweetly at Mokuba. She placed the plate down on a seat across from him. "Your brother just pulled up..." she said sweetly, "Eat your food now, Kaiba-san." Her tone was polite, but caring as she walked from the room.
Mokuba nodded slightly, but had no intention to eat the now cold meal. His eyes flickered up to the clock again; making note of the fact that Seto was exactly one hour and thirteen minutes late. He shook his head slightly and his eyes moved to the door of the dining room, awaiting his brother's entrance. He wanted to hear the excuse his brother would give him this time...
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The brunette didn't have an excuse, nor did he plan on giving one. He was simply going to tell him the truth and that was that. If Mokuba accepted, which he doubted, then he would, and if not... Kaiba wouldn't be forgiving himself any time soon.
Taking his boots off and removing his trench, he walked straight towards the dinning room. A part of him was hoping Mokuba would still be waiting for him, another part said he most likely wasn't since he'd been late. The only thing it did was to heighten the guilt he felt already for not paying attention to the time.
He felt somewhat relieved though when he opened the door and the younger was still there, though he hadn't the slightest as to what he should say. "Konban wa, Mokuba." He said quietly.
Upon hearing the door squeak open, the youth's eyes narrowed slightly, in a way that was much like his older brother's. "Konban wa, niisama" He said in return, his voice devoid of any happiness. He placed his fork down with a loud 'clink' on the table. "You're late," He said and motioned to the clock. "You promised me you'd be here over an hour ago." His voice was slightly angry, but mostly hurt, as he spoke.
Sapphire blue eyes shifted their gaze towards the floor; he'd really gone and done it this time... "Gomen nasai, Mokuba, sumimasen... I didn't pay attention to the time and I should have." He risked turning his eyes back towards the raven haired Kaiba. The brunette wasn't even sure why he hadn't paid more attention, since he would be gone for a month and this was his last day still at home. One would think he would have been paying a bit more attention to the time, and a little less towards his programs.
He nodded slightly, "Niisama..." He couldn't stay angry at his brother, even though he wanted to. Seto had broken a promise, and he should have been angry about it, but he couldn't bring himself to it. So instead, he settled for hurt. His eyes were no longer narrowed, but had a great look of pain in them. "I just wanted to have dinner with you before you left tomorrow..." He muttered softly, "Is your work more important to you then I am?" This had always been a thought that had been in the young one's mind...
Kaiba's eyes flashed with anger briefly, "Nothing is more important then you are, Mokuba, you should know that." Hadn't he proved that enough times already? His only priority since the day their father had died was to protect his younger sibling; that might've even started when their mother had died... Then they had been passed back and forth between relatives and then dumped into an orphanage. That had all been fine and nothing exceptionally bad had happened to them during that time, it was once they were adopted that things went downhill...
"H-how could I know that...?” He muttered. His gaze turned to the floor, and he blinked his eyes in an attempt to fight back the tears that were burning them. "All you ever do is work," His voice was a bit louder now, "Duelling and Working. That's all you do anymore, niisama! I can't even remember the last time we played a game together."
Kaiba wasn't sure what was worse, the fact that he couldn't think of anything to say to that, or that it was true and he actually hadn't been paying attention to Mokuba. He had to be the worst brother ever... Blue eyes stayed locked on the smaller as he walked over towards him before kneeling down in front of him. "I remember the last game we played. Want to know how?" He asked quietly, wiping away the few stray tears that had managed to fall down his brother's cheeks.
The other blinked slightly, and he looked to his brother. He was surprised that with business problems, and duel monster statistics, Seto was able to remember something that seemed so meaningless to him as a game. He nodded slightly “Hai... Please tell me." He said, his voice quiet and soft. Maybe he wasn't as insignificant to the other as he thought.
Seto took out his locket that had been hiding underneath his shirt. Opening it he glanced at the picture of Mokuba, only years younger and smiling in the photo. "I wanted these lockets for many reasons, and one of them was to remind us of each other. To remind us of how much we mean to one another." The teen CEO studied the picture again, remembering the day clearly. "Our last game was chess. You had been begging me to teach you how to play, and ever since then that's always what you wanted to do." Kaiba slipped the locket back beneath his shirt before turning his eyes onto the figure in front of him. "Even if it seems like I'm ignoring you, I'd never forget about you."
He reached a hand up, and clutched his own locket, the one that contained a smiling picture of Seto, in his right hand. He couldn't help but smile at his brother's words. "Niisama..." He had to fight back his tears again, though a few escaped and rolled freely down his cheeks. The raven-haired youth stood from his chair, and quickly wrapped his arms around the older, "...Arigatou..."
Seto managed a slight smile, wrapping his arms around Mokuba and returning the embrace. When was the last time they had even hugged each other? He really was working too much, needing to give more of his time to the one in his arms. "Don't ever think I put anything before you, alright?"
He nodded, smiling even more as he did so. "Alright." He said, as he leaned more into his brother. It felt good to embrace him after so long. The arms he had around the older tightened slightly, he didn't want to let go of him. "I love you, niisama..." he whispered.
He hugged Mokuba tighter at those words, words that made him want to tickle the other senseless until they both laughing, and right at the same time, he wanted to push him away. Emotions had always been a tricky thing, but had been banished from day one of their being adopted by Kaiba Gozaburo. If it weren't for Mokuba, he doubted he'd even know what emotions were at all.
He didn't expect his brother to say that he loved him too, Seto just did not express his emotions in words, but Mokuba didn't need him to. His brother was always cold on the outside, but the younger Kaiba knew his brother loved him. His face could be expressionless, but the older Kaiba's eyes never lied to the young boy. No, Seto did not have to say that he loved him, for he could feel it, and he could see it. His Niisama's actions spoke far louder then the words ever could.
Kaiba glanced at the clock, seeing that they sill had a few hours before any sleeping would occur in the house- though any rest on his part would be something of a miracle... The brunette gently pulled away from the younger boy, though didn't push him entirely away; he still had his arms wrapped around him, hugging him loosely now instead. "Why don't we play a game now? We still have a few hours before you need to go to sleep." Seto said, watching Mokuba while he waited for a reply.
Mokuba's eyes went a little bit wide at that. Had his brother just suggested a game? His face lit up, and he beamed with happiness "That would be great! Niisama you're the best!!" He said, sounding very excited about the idea. He was very happy indeed.
Apparently he could find something to make up for being late, playing a long awaited game that shouldn't have taken him this long to suggest. Another one of his half smile's twitched at his lips when he heard how excited this was making Mokuba. True, his brother smiled often enough, but he was never this excited about anything really. The younger never truly had the reason he supposed, and only smiled enough to ensure him that he was fine. "Anything in mind?"
He hadn't really thought about this happening anytime soon. The younger one had given up on games with his older brother a long time ago. "I like video games now." He stated. He knew his brother already knew that much at least, seeing as Seto was the one who provided him with new ones, "Will you play one with me?" he questioned.
The brunette didn't want to lose the excited/hyper he had been acted, so could do nothing but agree to play one of his video games. With any luck, he would end up making mental notes on everything that he himself could improve with his own technology. That wasn't the point of this though. He was supposed to be spending time with his younger brother, and right now that was going to be playing video games, not analyzing the graphics and criticizing them along the way.
The younger one's smile grew even larger with that, and he pulled out of Seto's arms. He reached out with both of his small hands and grabbed one of his brother's. "Come on Niisama!" He said, as he lightly tugged on the other's arm, "I keep all my favourites in my room!" He said happily.
The same half smile was still playing with his lips, threatening to break into a full one if he wasn't careful. Seto let himself be pulled along after the raven haired boy, trying to remember why again he didn't do this more often. Mokuba's sheer glee at the thought of just playing a game with him, he had forgotten how he reacted to things like this.
Mokuba was beyond plain happiness. He led his brother to the stairs and began to walk them, his pace fast. Just a little while ago, Mokuba had thought Seto disliked him, and now, his brother was about to play a game with him, for the first time in years. This was exciting him more then anything had in a long time. "Arigatou, niisama." He said again, before smiling up at Seto.
He needed to pay more attention to him, he knew that, but work was such a major distraction to him. If he could, he would let those hired by him do their jobs, except everyone seemed too incompetent to do anything right. Instead, they just tended to make matter's worse. That's what led to the working long hours and seemingly forgetting his little brother.
When they finally reached his room, Mokuba pushed the door open lightly. The room was neat for a young boy, but not the same stark cleanliness of his brother's room. No, Mokuba's room looked lived in. An odd pile of paper here, or a dirty sock there, but it was not bad at all. The one thing that made his room special was the small Blue Eyes White Dragon stuffed toy that sat on his bed. He loved to cuddle up with that at night. It would remind him of his brother. Lately, however, he had stopped cuddling the stuffed animal as he slept, finding that he was having odd dreams about the older Kaiba…
No, his little brother wasn't a neat freak like himself, who couldn't even have a paperclip out of place, let alone anything else. For his age though, Mokuba probably had one of the neatest. Blue eyes spotted the plushie sitting on the bed, smiling slightly more now seeing it there. He wouldn't have thought, given how upset his brother seemed to be with him (and that it had been building up over time), the dragon plushie would still be there. At least that was one good sign though, no?
Mokuba looked back; to see his brother's smile was just a tiny bit bigger, which made him smile in return. "Over there, Seto." he said and pointed to a rather large collection of videogames, "I'll let you pick the game, I'm sure I'll be able to beat you in whatever you pick!" Some of his brother's arrogance had rubbed off on him. It was true, Mokuba's frustrations with his brother had been building up, but he still loved him. Of course he would keep the stuffed toy; he couldn't part with it, not ever.
"I'm not even sure what half these games are, let alone which to chose." How would he know what was what? Seto might have bought the games, but he never looked at most of them. "Why don't you pick one, unless you want me to stand here staring at them and wondering what the difference between them is." He joked lightly, something else that seemed not quite right and out of place for him. Today just wasn't following any rules.
Mokuba was never a fan of those rules anyway, this was going well. "You really need to get out of your office more Niisama..." He said and began to set up a video game. "Now, this one isn't hard...it's a fighting game." After he was finished setting it up, he sat down on his bed that sat across from the television, holding onto both controllers. "Do you think you'll be able to keep up?" He questioned, a smirk playing across his lips.
Kaiba smirked, "Just tell me how to play and we'll find out, won't we?" The brunette sat down next to his brother, taking the second player controller. When had been the last time he had even played a video game? Not since he had topped all the scores at the arcade a year back or so. Bedside's, they were supposed to be having fun, no? Not worry about competition, though that was easier said then done.
He nodded "Hai, so when you are playing you use this to..." He went off into the instructions of what each button did, but as he spoke, his mind wandered slightly. Was it wrong of him to notice that his brother looked, somewhat beautiful when he smiled? He mentally slapped himself for that thought, and continued on with the instructions.
The teen nodded here and there so that Mokuba knew he was listening. The controls were simple; there were just a lot of them that needed to be used. Fun and games, ne? It didn't matter if he won or lost, this wasn't counting for scores that cost him something, except maybe his brother's teasing about losing to him. Seto wasn't even sure Mokuba would do that anyways.
The raven haired youth took in a big breath as he finished the instructions. "Alright! So that's how you play." He turned to the television, and hit a few buttons, bringing up various menus until they came to one containing various characters, "Here, now pick whichever person you want to fight with." He said, as he began to scroll through the different characters.
Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling... This ended with him randomly picking some character and not even bothering to look, nor care, who or what it may be. What was the point of having fifty-two characters (yes, he counted...) when only two were needed? Half of them were probably the exact same as the other half with different names and appearance to differentiate them. Didn't most games do that? Try to make it look like more then what it really was? And hadn't he told himself he wouldn't start analyzing the game and would simply play instead...
Mokuba looked over at his brother and smiled slightly, before looking back to the screen and pressing another button, selecting his character. After that, a loading screen appeared and he yawned slightly, it was nearing to his bed time. He hoped that Seto would allow him to stay up late and continue to play with him.
"Someone's getting tired." Blue eyes shifted to the other, the word 'kawaii' being pinned on his brother as he watched him. He already knew Mokuba would try anything and everything to be allowed to stay up later then normal, and truthfully he owed him that much. Now whether or not he would actually continue to play this game was something to be seen.
The younger brother placed his controller down on the bed, and he rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands. "I'm not," he yawned again, "Tired..." He said, sleepily, and he looked up at Seto. "Can I stay up late with you tonight Niisama?"
"Hm... I suppose, but don't blame me if you fall asleep before you intend to." Seto said, smiling again slightly at the raven haired boy. Mokuba was just adorable when he was fighting sleep, insistent that he wasn't tired in the least, yet never lasted very long to prove that. The brunette was curious to know how long he would last this time.
He had now forgotten completely about the video game. His sleepy mind was taking control. He curled his feet up behind himself on the bed, and he moved slightly, leaning against Seto. He yawned, rather cutely, "Niisama...can I sleep with you in your bed, like when I was little?" he asked, snuggling against him slightly.
Seto stroked his hair lightly, wondering why his brother always insisted upon not cutting it shorter. "I suppose..." He answered quietly, not really giving the question much thought, not that it really would have made a difference. "So, are you going to fall asleep on me or are you able to walk still?" He smiled slightly, watching him as he snuggled against him.
He smiled slightly. It was odd, his brother being this nice to him, but he liked it. It reminded him of how things used to be. He shook his head lightly, before nuzzling against him more "Carry me." he said, sounding completely childish, but he really didn't care.
He had half a mind to refuse and make him walk, but he looked to cute to bother. Shaking his head, he moved slightly so he could take his brother into his arms. Seto didn't bother turning off the game, having forgotten about it with the promise of letting Mokuba sleep in his bed and having to carry him as well.
He placed his arms around Seto's neck. His brother was warm, a warmth that he had forgotten about. "Niisama..." he muttered as he laid his head on Seto's chest, "I don't want you to go away on business..."
"I don't have a choice; I need to go on this trip. It's only for a month; don't act like I haven't gone before." The teen stated, leaving the boys room and going into his own (somehow managing to open the door with Mokuba still in his arms). He walked over to his bed, setting the smaller one down.
The younger boy refused to remove his arms from Seto's neck. "But a month is just so long..." He frowned slightly, "You could spend your time doing much better things..." He said, before yawning, "You could spend all your time with me."
"Mokuba... I can spend some time with you when I get back from my trip." Sighing quietly, Seto sat down on his bed, leaving the younger sitting in his lap with his arms still firmly around his neck. "You need to let go of me now, Mokuba."
He shook his head stubbornly "Nuh-uh!" He snuggled against him even more. "I'll never let go of you." He muttered sleepily. It was true, he didn't want to let his brother go, he wanted to spend every second with him.
"Mokuba act your age and let go. You'll have to regardless since I'm going on my trip and that's that." What he thought was cute before was just annoying him now, and trying his patience was never wise no mater whom it was. "I'm not going to say it again Mokuba, let go."
Mokuba frowned slightly and his happy, cheerful expression left him. He let his brother go and slid off of his lap. "Good night." he said simply as he headed for the door. He only wanted to stay with his niisama, be close to him, but Seto obviously did not wish for that same closeness.
Seto sighed, rubbing his temples tiredly. "I didn't say you had to leave, I just wanted you to get off of me so I could change." Why did everything turn out to be so difficult? Couldn't everything for once just work out properly? Or was that asking for too much?
"I annoyed you..." It hadn't been difficult to hear the annoyance in his brother's voice. "I just wanted to be with you...as much as I could before you leave...but you don't even care about that..." He opened Seto's door, “Niisama....don't lie to me anymore, please..." he said and walked from the room. He had no idea why this hurt him as much as it did. Seto had acted this way for a long time, what was so different about it now?
Of course he'd annoyed him, he'd been acting like a five year old about not wanting to simply let go of him. Wonderful job you did Kaiba Seto, you've just upset your younger brother and you're leaving for a month tomorrow... How the hell could he possibly fix this without cancelling his trip? The teen stood and walked over to his dresser, taking out a pair of sweatpants to change into before going into the bathroom. There really was only one thing he could do...
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