Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Little Brother ❯ Chapter One ( Prologue )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

A/N: IT'S ALIIVE!!! Bwahahahaha! ^_^ Yep, Little Brother is back after some serious rewriting. It's been overhauled and made over into something almost unrecognizable! Know why? Because it actually has a plot this time! ^_^ Yes, for once I know where this story is going, aren't you proud of me?

Kudos to everyone who had read and reviewed the original Little Brother. Hopefully you'll like this one even better (I know I do). And yeah, this story is still gonna have little bits and pieces of shounen-ai here and there. But it's still pretty miniscule. Well, at least for now anyway. ^_^ You'll still need a magnifying glass though.

And for people who don't like that kinda thing; well, maybe you should just skip this and go read a Yugi/Tea fic or something. You can flame if you really feel the urge to, but don't expect me to do anything but ignore it.

Disclaimer: Why is it I always somehow manage to almost forget these things? ...Wishful thinking I guess. Well, Yugioh isn't mine, the incredibly cute bishies aren't mine (Tristan isn't mine either ^_^), but my Chibi Seto, Yugi and Yami dolls are aaallll mine! And no one can take 'em away!!

//...// = Thinking, thoughts between Yami and Yugi
/.../ = thought-talking between Yami and Yugi
*...* = Emphasis
~oO0@0Oo~ = Flashback

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~oO0@0Oo~

"Got it, grandpa!" The small teenager snagged the phone off its cradle. "Hello, Turtle Game Shop...Kaiba?" Yugi's face lit up in a smile. "How are you? I haven't seen you in school lately."

"Yeah, I know. Things have been crazy with the company." Kaiba shifted the phone to his other ear. "Anyway, the reason I'm calling is because I want to ask if you would mind taking Mokuba to that carnival that's happening this weekend."

"Hey, no fair big brother! You're making it sound like a chore!" Mokuba pouted. "Gimme the phone!" He jumped up and down trying to grab the thing out of Seto's hand.

Seto merely tilted his head and raised his arm a bit to stay out of Mokuba's reach. "Make up your mind," he playfully scolded his little brother, "you told me to call him because you were afraid he'd say no to you -although I can't imagine what makes you think he'd say yes to me."

Yugi blinked over on his end of the line. "Of course I don't mind going with him, Kaiba. But, uh...why are you asking me?"

Seto sighed into the phone, still dodging the bouncing Mokuba. "I have this big business deal to go through this weekend, so I won't be able to take him myself. And he's really been looking forward to going, so I'd hate to disappoint him by his missing it."

"Uh, but Kaiba, won't he be disappointed if you miss it?" The violet-eyed boy tried to gently clue the elder Kaiba in. He knew how Mokuba had been missing his brother.

"Why? He'll be there."

It was Yugi's turn to sigh. "Nevermind Kaiba. When would be a good day for us to go?"

"Um, hang on." Kaiba mouthed 'Saturday?' to his now calmed-down brother, who nodded excitedly. "...How's Saturday for you, Yugi?"

"I'm free all that day."

"Good." Seto was visibly relieved. "Oh, and I'm buying the tickets, so if you want you can invite those friends of yours too."

Yugi beamed into the phone. "Really, Kaiba? That's really great of you! I'll phone them tonight about that. So where should we all meet? Do you want us to pick Mokuba up?"

Pressing the mouth of the phone into his shoulder, he turned to Mokuba, who had been eavesdropping. "Well?"

The younger Kaiba shook his head. "Could I be dropped off at the Game Shop and we could walk from there?" He asked. "Yugi told me his grandpa's getting some new stuff in and I wanna see it!"

Seto smiled. "Of course. If it's okay with Yugi..." He turned back to the phone. "Actually Yugi, Mokuba wants to be dropped off at your place so he can check out some new stuff at your Grandfather's store. He wants to know if it's okay if you all walk from there, since it's not too far."

"Sure, that's fine." Yugi scribbled a note onto a post-it pad laying by the phone. "So what time does he want to be here?"

Seto laughed. "Knowing him, before the sun's even up-" He got cut off by a sudden mouthful of couch cushion. Pulling the offending item off his face he mock-glared at the culprit, who just sat there grinning unrepentantly. "Well, probably around eleven or so; definitely before lunch. He wouldn't be able to hold out longer than that." This time he easily dodged the cushion-turned-missile directed his way.

"Fine by me," Yugi jotted that down too. "Hey, Kaiba. Maybe if you manage to wrap that business deal up early you could meet up with us at the carnival; I know Mokuba would love to have you there with him." Okay, he was one step short of begging here, but hey, it was for Mokuba.

"Maybe, but I wouldn't count on it." Kaiba said shortly. "If that's everything Yugi, I need to be going now."

"Uh, sure Kaiba. I think that's everything. I'll see you in school on Monday then, huh?"

"Yeah, sure. See you." Kaiba finished as he put the phone back in its cradle. Turning to face Mokuba, he said, "Well, it's all set. Yugi's going to call his friends tonight to see if they'll go with the two of you. I imagine they will."

"Thank you, big brother!" Mokuba pounced on Seto in a hug. He looked up at him. "Are you *sure* you can't come with us? You could cancel that meeting, or even just postpone it till Sunday." the younger Kaiba pleaded.

But Seto shook his head. "Sorry, little brother. This meeting's too important to put off. I wish I could."

Mokuba pulled away, "Well, maybe you'll get done early like Yugi said; then you could meet us there!" He tried to look cheerful at this, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He knew it wasn't too likely.

"Yeah, maybe."

~oO0@0Oo~

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A/N: Yeah, I know. This chapter is just one big flashback. But it helps to set the scene of the story. Hopefully I'll have chapter two out before too long. But then again, with my record it could be a little while. I'm seriously starting to think I was born in the year of the writer's block. =6