Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Kiss To Remember ❯ A Kiss To Remember ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Title: A Kiss To Remember

Summary: Mokuba arrives home from a bad date and from an equally horrible first kiss. However, Seto will be there to lift his spirits. [SetoxMokuba]

Notes: I jacked up Mokuba's age by two or three years, mostly because 12's a bit early to be dating in my opinion. By the by, I took the title from a song by the band My Dying Bride. The lyrics don't fit the song, but the title seemed appropriate enough to fit the bill.

Warnings: Incest and some very slight yaoi-ness.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh, I just like to play with them.

Mokuba pulled the car door behind him with a heavy sigh. This date had been just like all the others; boring. The girls were always either too giggly, or too flighty, or too serious, or too loud or too soft or... You get the picture, there was always something not quite right about them in Mokuba's eyes. All his male classmates seemed to envy him for the attention he got from the opposite sex, but it really just had to do with his money.

When it had finally been time to leave tonight's girl on her door step she had leaned in and closed her eyes, as if she expected Mokuba to kiss her. At this the teen had balked. She'd been nice enough, but did he really want to actually touch his lips with her own? It seemed like such an intimate act to Mokuba, one that he had never taken part in. She had opened on eye, but left the other closed, as if checking to see what the hold up was. When she'd seen him just standing there like a deer caught in the head lights she assumed that he just didn't know how to proceed. Essentially, that was the truth, but not in the way she thought. So to urge him on she had placed her hands on his shoulders. Her painted finger nails, biting through the fabric of his shirt and moved closer. Her lips puckered further and she thrust them out to meet his own shocked ones.

That had been the one action to snap him back to reality, but it was too late. The wet slide of their lips only lasted a moment, for he pulled away and gave a hasty good night before sprinting down her walk way and landing in the back seat of the car he'd hired for the evening.

The driver gave him a wink as if to say 'Good going kid.'

"No, no!" Mokuba had said as they pulled away from the curb. "I hadn't meant to kiss she just...." Jumped me!

Mokuba's mind skidded back to that moment silently. I don't think I like kissing, he thought, dragging his sleeve across his mouth. It left a bad taste. And he caught himself wondering if Seto's first kiss had been so awkward and unwanted.

Seto... When Mokuba had been getting ready to leave his brother had come and stood in the doorway to his bedroom. "Have fun tonight." he'd said before going down to the kitchen to refill his coffee cup and going back to his study. He always seemed so calm and collected, even when all those around him were flustered with emotion, his face always remained a cool mask. Mokuba wondered if that mask ever slipped, even when Seto was kissing.

But his brother had never really brought anyone home, in the romantic sense and for that Mokuba was glad. It wasn't that he liked the fact that Seto was seemingly detached from the world, but he wasn't quiet sure how he would react if his brother were to bring home an older version of one of the twittering bimbos he'd dated. The scene played out in the young teens mind, and ended with Seto and his new girlfriend making out and Mokuba pulling out his own hair from the roots... It wasn't pretty. And Mokuba had no idea where it had come from. He didn't want Seto to be alone, but he didn't want him to be with anyone. It was all very confusing to the teen, so he tried to clear his mind.

It didn't work, though and his mind went back to the picture of Seto kissing some woman that looked to be made of plastic. He absently wondered what it would be like to be in her place. To feel Seto's lips on his own. Gentle and hard at the same time, pressing against his own, forcing them open with his tongue, prodding and petting with the pink muscle.

Mokuba sat up straighter, his face resembling that of a tomato. How could he imagine that?!? More importantly; Why would he imagine that?!?

The teen straightened out his clothes and wiped his sleeve across his mouth, once more. He looked up to make sure the driver was still watching the road closely, to alleviate his irrational suspicion that the man had sensed the directions of his thoughts.

When the car had finally pulled to a stop in front of Kaiba Mansion he scrambled out and almost hit the pavement in his haste. He waved to the driver had the car receded before walking up and going inside.

He was greeted by the darkness of the front hall and silence. He left his shoes at the door and began the long trek up the stairs.

Mokuba went to reach for the door knob to his bedroom, but change his mind. Instead he went to the other end of the manor and opened the door to Seto's study as quietly as humanly possible. He watched as his brother's agile fingers flew across the computer keyboard, completely oblivious to their audience.

"Seto? It's after ten o'clock, are you due for a break yet?" His voice sounded small in the room, bouncing off the book cases that covered each wall.

His brother just grunted in acknowledgement. While Mokuba had been expecting this initial reaction, that didn't dull the ache of rejection.

As if sensing Mokuba's hurt Seto look up and gave an exasperated sigh. "Go down and put on a cup of coffee and I'll be there in a minute... I promise." He reassured in the face of Mokuba's skepticism.

He smiled a bit as he heard the door click shut behind his brother. He looked over the last few lines on the page, checking them for errors or typos before following Mokuba down to the kitchen.

Once Mokuba wrinkled his nose as he poured the ground beans into the filter. He'd never really acquired a taste for the stuff. Hot chocolate however, was a whole different story. Once he'd set the coffee to percolating he found a small sauce pan and began to simmer a half and half mix of water and milk. He dumped in the packet of powered imitation chocolate in and stirred it all together until there were only a few lumps, just the way he liked it.

By the time Seto came in he was sitting down, and sipping tentively at the hot liquid, while watching the steam rise from his brothers coffee.

"Do you want sugar or cream?" Mokuba asked, practically slapping himself in the forehead for it, immediately afterwards. He wasn't Seto's maid, so why was he acting like it!

The tall brunet just shook his head and cupped the mug, soaking up the warmth it gave off. "So, how was your date."

"S-she, um, kissed... me."

Seto cocked his head to one side, curiousity was scribbled across his cool gaze, "Really?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure if I really liked it." Mokuba said quickly, hanging his head. "I mean it was alittle slobbery and I'm not even sure if I like her." He looked up to see Seto's shoulders shaking with a quiet sort of laughter. "Big Brother?" This was highly unusual, Seto didn't laugh very often... Or ever, now that Mokuba thought about it.

"I haven't been getting enough sleep lately, either that or I'm growing old, old enough to be senile. I almost forgot you're growing up for a moment there." The older Kaiba sighed, his shoulder's sagged somewhat and he seemed to age instantaneously.

Mokuba, felt bad suddenly. He didn't know what for, maybe that he had to grow up at all. Or that Seto had to watched his cute little brother grow up with no idea as to how he would turn out... He just didn't know.

Seto drank deep from his coffee cup and then leaned back in his chair, his eyes sliding shut against the harsh, yet energy efficient fluorescent lights of their kitchen.

Before he really comprehended what he was doing Mokuba had gotten up from his chair, quiet as a mouse and drifted to his brother's side. He leaned down and brushed his own, young, inexperienced lips against that of his brother.

He pulled away quickly, "Sorry." he mumbled, grabbing his mug from the table and making a beeline for the door. His cheeks flushed beet red and his mind swirled with confusion. He didn't know why he'd done it. All he knew was that he'd wanted a kiss to remember, worth remembering from someone he loved, and who loved him back, not some sloppy pucker from a silly girl in his class he didn't even like.

"Mokuba!" Seto called, making a quick grab for the youngers hand. His long, cool fingers encircled Mokuba's thin wrist and caught him up short.

The younger turned, almost afraid of what his older brother would do or say. He was relieved to see a simple smirk adorning Seto's usually cold features. "Was that kiss better than the one you're date gave you."

Mokuba nodded, earning a slight chuckle from his brother. "Glad to hear it. Now go on to bed, it's getting late and you've got school tomorrow."

Mokuba licked his lips, then quickly turned and darted up the stairs. He could taste a few bitter remainants of his brothers coffee that clung to his own lips, and something beneath it, something sweeter; Seto, he thought with a grin as he glanced back down the stairwell, to the meager light pooling at the kitchen door. I think I could get used to this kissing thing, he thought, brushing his finger tips gently across his tingly lips as he turned and continued the trek up to his bedroom.

End Notes: ^_^ Well shit, that wasn't originally how I pictured this little ficcy turning out, but oh well. This is the first thing I've posted in about half a year (one of the longest hiatuses of my life).