Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Love Adjustments ❯ Chapter 12

Author(s): Anime-Blade and Kikyana
Rate: M
Pairing: Tabloidshipping- Seto x Mokuba
Warnings: yaoi, incest, occ-ness in characters, language.
Disclaimer: We don't own anything except the plot! And all OC's
Status: 12/---
A/N: This is the sequel to “A Brother's Love”, so I suggest reading that lest you wish to be thoroughly confused.

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Chapter Twelve:

"Kaiba-san! Dinner is ready!" The voice of one of the maids rang from the bottom of the stairs. Although nothing at all could be confirmed, the house staff was pretty sure something was going on between the two brothers. Mokuba's pleasured cries of the elder's name had practically confirmed it. So now, none f the maids would go to Seto's room, not wanting to accidentally interrupt something.

Mokuba pulled away from his brother and sighed slightly, "Alright, let's get dressed..." First, he gathered all of Seto's clothing, and placed it on the bed beside him, "Beside you, I put your clothes." he said, before searching for his own.

 

"Thank you." He said quietly, silently getting dressed while he let his thoughts wander again. Before the maids would always come to his room, or his study, depending on where he was, to inform him of dinner being ready.

But now... He shook his head slightly and sighed.

 

Mokuba eventually found all of his clothing, and pulled it on hastily. He heard his brother sigh, and looked over to him, "Something wrong, niisan?" he asked, before walking over to him. He hooked his arm with the older's, and smiled weakly.

 

"Hm?" Seto tilted his head towards the other slightly before shaking his head and smiling slightly. "No, everything's fine, Mokuba." He replied.

 

He bit his lip, as he began to lead his brother away from the bed and towards the door, "You seem so...so distant lately, Niisan....it seems like you and I don't talk much anymore." Wait...they never really talked in the first place...

 

"Listening is easier..." He answered simply. He had never been one to talk- yelling, debating, and insulting didn't count. "Gomen... I've just had a lot to think about..."

 

"It's okay....don't apologize..." He opened the door to the room and stepped out into the hallway, sighing slightly, "You know, you can talk to me about what you're thinking about...I want to know more things about you...I realized I don't know much about you at all..."

 

"What I'm thinking about isn't that important..." He said absently, taking to listening again, a habit he now had that he didn't mind all too much. "Any idea what dinner even is?" Seto asked, changing the subject.

 

Mokuba sighed heavily as he carefully led the older down the steps, "I have no idea...and stop changing the subject!" He said and frowned slightly. It seemed like Seto was always changing the subject when the conversation turned to things about their relationship...

 

"I'm not changing the subject; I'm asking a simple question that merely needs a yes or no for an answer..." He reasoned, lying through his teeth...

 

Mokuba stopped on the stairs, about six away from the bottom, "You do know that I could just leave you here, right?" He said, his tone only half-joking, "Don't have such a bad attitude."

 

"Hm... You'd leave me here? How thoughtful... I feel so loved..." He feigned a look of hurt as he spoke.

 

Mokuba's eyes narrowed slightly as he lead him down the rest of the steps, "Keep talking like that and I just might." He snapped.

 

"Going to abandon me now, hm?" He teased. This was getting odd... very odd... What the heck were they even getting at with this?

 

As they stepped off the last step, Mokuba let his brother's arm go, and took a few steps away from him. He crossed his arms as he looked at him, "I guess so."

 

"Then I guess I won't be eating." He said with a sigh, before promptly sitting down on the stairs. He crossed his legs and folded his arms across his chest. Seto tilted his head to the side slightly, wondering what his brother would do now.

 

He twitched slightly, and walked back over to his brother. He kicked at the other's foot, lightly. "Get up, you weirdo." He said playfully and sighed slightly, shaking his head, "did you think I was serious?"

 

"Well, no. But if it gets me out of eating, who am I to complain?" He joked lightly, smirking slightly, but still remaining seated.

 

"Freaking anorexic creep." He muttered, before grabbing the other's arm. He pulled at it gently, "Come on...get up...you have to eat whether you like it or not!" He said, growling slightly.

 

"I'm not anorexic..." He muttered, but stood anyway. "Maya would have my head if I were, believe me, I've already had that speech..." Well, there was something the younger hadn't known... oh well, he did now...

 

"Niisan!" he said harshly, and glared. "What is your problem!?" He sighed and shook his head, practically dragging him to the dining room.

 

"Eh... I'm not particularly overly fond of eating?" He suggested, though tried not to smirk at the whole being dragged thing. It was slightly amusing to get his brother rattled up...

 

"From now on, you are eating three meals a day!" He said, going into that semi-parental mode he had been in at the airport, "You're such an idiot sometimes!" He said as he led him over to his seat at the end of the table.

 

"Mokuba... I couldn't eat three meals even if I wanted to..." This could go back and forth for hours, except he wouldn't let it this time.

 

"I don't care if I have to force the food down your throat, you are eating." He let go of his brother's arm, "Chair is on your left." he stated simply, before taking his own seat across the table from him. Two maids brought out their food, and placed their plates in front of each of their seats. They brought Mokuba his usual glass of soda, but nothing for Seto. Seeing as he rarely ate at the table, they didn't know what he wanted. One of the maids stopped beside the elder Kaiba's seat and smiled slightly, "What would you like to drink, Kaiba-sama?"

 

"Water's fine..." He murmured quietly, before feeling for the chair. Seto pulled it out and sat down in it once he knew where it was, before sighing quietly again.

 

She bowed, and walked from the room. Mokuba looked to his plate, and then to the older, "Roast beef, mashed potatoes, and green beans" He listed, "That's what we're having." he said and picked up his fork, "Itadakimasu." he said, before eating. The maid returned with a glass of water and brought it over to Seto's seat, and placed it on the table, 'Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?" she asked, her voice cheerful.

 

Seto only shook his head and waited for her to leave, listening before he slouched in his chair slightly. "Itadakimasu..." He murmured, though really, any thoughts of eating anything had left him.

 

Mokuba looked over to the older and sighed slightly. He placed his fork down on the table, "Niisan...tell me what's wrong...and don't just say it's nothing." He added flatly.

 

"I don't feel like eating anymore..." Not that he had to begin with, but he had decided to eat something to please the younger. Just now, that he actually had to at that moment, the thought seemed unappealing...

 

He frowned at this and shook his head, "Please niisan...just eat a little bit...You're going to get really sick if you don't get anything in you..."

 

"How the hell am I even supposed to eat if I can't see what's where?" What was the point... this couldn't go anywhere...

 

Mokuba looked down at this. He didn't know how to help his brother, "Gomen..." he said, his voice quiet, "Do you want something else...?" He questioned, voice still small.

 

Seto only shook his head and moved back in his chair before standing up, shakily walking from his seat, he managed to get to wall, using that as guide to leave.

 

He watched the older begin to walk away and sighed slightly, "Niisan...I....I'm sorry...I don't know how to help you..." He said before looking back down at the table. Now he didn't feel like eating either.

 

"You don't know how... because you can't..." Seto replied sadly, before leaving the room. Only once he was sure that he'd manage to find the stairs, did he move away from the wall, carefully walking over. His hand came in contact with the banister, and that was all he needed at the moment.

 

The words struck him so hard. He wanted to help, so badly. Seto had always helped him when he needed it, and now that he needed to return the favour, he couldn't. He pushed the food around on his plate lazily, not feeling hungry at all anymore. Normally, he would have followed the elder, but he decided it would probably be best to give him some space.

 

Being given his space may have been what he preferred, but was far from what he needed at the moment. He held onto the railing, carefully taking each step upstairs, and found himself wondering once again why the staircase was so bloody long.

 

He placed his fork back down on the table, and stood up. He walked from the dining room and down the hall towards the living room. He sat down on the couch, and stared at the black screen of the television, before looking around for the remote. He grabbed it, and flipped on the television, not really caring that what was on the screen was just news. He really just wanted some sort of noise. The quiet had been annoying him.

 

If hadn't taken the time to memorize the damned layout of the house, he would have been lost himself now. Knowing where his room was, he headed there, slipping into the room before closing the door behind himself. Not entirely sure still of how far the bed was from the door, he carefully walked in the general direction, a light sound of annoyance when he bumped into it. Without a second thought, he let himself collapse on top of it.

 

After about fifteen minutes of staring blankly at the television screen, Mokuba stood up from the couch and walked out of the living room, not even bothering to turn off the television. He sighed slightly as he walked to the stairs, and headed up them. He looked down the hall towards the elder's room, debating on whether or not to go there.

Seto would've stared blankly at the wall had he been able to, but he was merely stuck with letting his thoughts roam. If there was ever a time he didn't want to think, now was it.

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I'm getting so far behind with this… One reason is because of tests I have, and the other is that I now have gym- and have already managed to twist my knee and nearly break my left arm. I'm now restricted from typing too much, which really isn't boding well with me. The updates will be taking some time because of this, and who knows what else will manage to pop up and disrupt everything. I'm hoping that, given the time, the timeline for the fanfict will be roughly on date around Christmas… Can't promise, but it is what myself and Kikyana will be trying for. Now, I need to go find my pain killers, since my arm is starting to kill me again…