Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Never Okay ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Kitsune Ryu-san 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 669 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 669 | Status: Work In Progress
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Okay, just a note, in this fic, Mokuba is 16, and Seto is... 22? Somewhere around there, it's 4 years after Battle City, and Mokuba looks about 12 there, and I'm guessing that Seto is 17 or 18. I'm taking creative liberties with this one, cause, I can. Yeah. ^_^ And I'm moving, so this'll be my last update for a little bit. But I'm usually really quick in installing my computer and internet when I move, so it won't be that long.
Would that be shota? I mean, in RI the age of consent is 16, so... O.o
Oh yes, and, I'll be writing a lemon for this fic in another couple of chapters, but I'm not gonna post it here. I'll get a MM.Org account, and post it in my LJ. I've already been booted once, never again. It's so annoying.
I jerk awake, gasping for breath to fill my suddenly compressed lungs. No way, No way in hell did I just have that dream. It used to be simply conscious fantasies that I could control, completely. Such firm control.
When did my subconscious decide to get involved?
I roll over and swear to the gods that I can smell Mokuba on my sheets.
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I creep down to the kitchens, running into walls that weren't there seconds before... about ten times. After what I swear is the billionth time I run into a wall, I start swearing that the house is plotting against me. I mean, I've been living here for ten years, you'd think I'd know my way around in the dark.
Finally I find my way to the kitchen, flipping on the light before prancing over to the fridge to steal the left-over sorbet. It makes me awfully happy, sitting here alone on the counter, eating my favorite food. All that is missing is music, and I can live without it. I think.
There is a noise behind me and I turn around quickly. Seto walks into the kitchen, pinching the bridge of his nose while squeezing his eyes shut.
"Brother?"
His head whips up in shock. "What are you doing up?"
I shrug, picking up my sorbet again.
"Couldn't sleep."
Seto walks over to the fridge and gets some water and opens up a bottle of pills taken from his pocket. "Could we blame that on the fact that you have a brand new piece of metal in your tongue?"
I gasp and cover my mouth. "Uh... Uh... What?"
"Don't even try it, Mokuba. I know that you got a tongue piercing."
I drop my hand and look down. "You're not angry?"
"Not really. I would have liked to known before hand though."
Seto leans against my counter and offers me a small smile, which I return. "Mokuba... I know that it's hell being a teenager, especially since you're different from other kids your age..." My brother trails off and I stare at him quietly.
"Different?"
Seto nods slowly. "Well, yeah. For starters, your older brother is a genius with a net worth of a couple billion dollars. Your best friend is a crazy nurse-in-training who is 19. You're alot more mature than most people in your age-group, and you're alot... prettier than most boys are. Your alot prettier than most girls."
I frown and let out a small laugh. I would normally be extremely ecstatic if my one and only love said I was 'pretty', but Seto's my big brother, and he's supposed to say stuff like that. I take another bite of my sorbet and mutter, "Don't forget the fact that I'm a fag."
Seto freezes, eyes wide, and I gasp and slap my hand over my mouth. Damn my stupid mouth!
"What?" Tears prick at my eyes and I cast my gaze downwards. Seto puts his hands on my arms, massaging lightly before he pulls me to his chest, wrapping me in his embrace. I return said embrace and the tears begin to fall.
"I-I'm sorry, Seto."
"It's alright Mokuba, it's alright."
That phrase catches my attention, and I hold onto Seto's shirt more tightly, fighting the urge to become hysterical.
"N-n-no, i-i-it's not!" I push Seto away, then hop off of the counter, swinging around the island to rush out of the room, hurt making it hard to breathe. A strong hand wraps around my forearm and tugs me back, making me stumble and almost fall, but I connect with a hard, warm chest and we both sink to the floor.
"Don't run away, Mokuba, do anything but run away from me, please."
The tiles are cold on my shins and under my palms, and I sniffle once or twice before the pressure of my heart recedes into a dull ache.
"I'll always love you, Mokuba, no matter what happens, or what you do, or who you are, you'll always be my little brother and nothing will change that. Nothing."
I shudder and press myself closer into my brother's warm chest, nodding into his shoulder.
"Lets get you into bed, okay?"
I nod again. Seto sighs and begins to stroke my hair.
"I love you Mokuba."
"I love you too, big brother."
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I bound down the stairs, pulling on my school jacket over a tank-top and leather pants, and trying to run a brush through my hair, all the while chanting my mantra of doom.
"Shit, I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna Be late, gonna be late, gonna be late, late!" I slip and slide into the dining room, skidding past Seto. "Morning! Ziko! Could you grab me toast! I'm gonna be late!"
I stop for a split second, pulling my hair into a pony-tail and trying to put my shoes on with on hand, and glance at Seto, who is looking at me, amused. "What?"
"Sit down Mokuba. You're not going to school today. I purposely turned off your alarm clock. Besides, that's not even your school uniform."
I look down and smile sheepishly, sitting down next to Seto.
"I couldn't find ANYTHING this morning, so I grabbed the first thing I could."
"What would you like for breakfast, Mokuba-San?"
I look up at Ziko, grinning at her. "The usual, Ziko-San."
"But, Mokuba-San, you have enough time for a real breakfast this morning."
I shrug. "I don't like having breakfast." I poke my stomach, "Gotta keep my girlish figure, ne?"
Ziko frowns and shakes her head. "I'm bringing you some fruits anyways, okay? I'll be right back with your usual."
Ziko turns and goes into the kitchen in a huff.
"Mokuba, what's the usual?"
"Tea and toast."
Seto stares at me, giving me the 'look'.
"Wha-a-at? At least I eat in the morning!"
"Mokuba, you're too skinny as it is! You need to eat more than just that!"
"I do, just not in the morning! I eat PLENTY during the day! Just ask Van'ssa, I always steal her food!"
"Oh, so she knows your eating habits too?"
Something in my brother's tone catches my attention, making me stare incredulously at Seto. "You're jealous of Van'ssa, aren't you?"
"No, of course not Mokuba, what gave you that idea?" I snicker, close to saying something 'naughty', but Ziko walks in, setting my usual on the table in front of me, along with a rather large plate of raspberries. I stare at the fruit for a moment before glaring at Ziko, who smiles and slinks away. I reach forward and take one raspberry, sucking it into my mouth delicately, savoring the flavor of my favorite food. I glance at Seto, who is staring at my fingers. I blush and continue eating the raspberries, probably staining my lips and finger tips red for life.
Remember kiddies! Kitsune Ryu is a review whore! Sure it's not classy, but it's fun.
Okay, just a note, in this fic, Mokuba is 16, and Seto is... 22? Somewhere around there, it's 4 years after Battle City, and Mokuba looks about 12 there, and I'm guessing that Seto is 17 or 18. I'm taking creative liberties with this one, cause, I can. Yeah. ^_^ And I'm moving, so this'll be my last update for a little bit. But I'm usually really quick in installing my computer and internet when I move, so it won't be that long.
Would that be shota? I mean, in RI the age of consent is 16, so... O.o
Oh yes, and, I'll be writing a lemon for this fic in another couple of chapters, but I'm not gonna post it here. I'll get a MM.Org account, and post it in my LJ. I've already been booted once, never again. It's so annoying.
I jerk awake, gasping for breath to fill my suddenly compressed lungs. No way, No way in hell did I just have that dream. It used to be simply conscious fantasies that I could control, completely. Such firm control.
When did my subconscious decide to get involved?
I roll over and swear to the gods that I can smell Mokuba on my sheets.
00000000000000000
I creep down to the kitchens, running into walls that weren't there seconds before... about ten times. After what I swear is the billionth time I run into a wall, I start swearing that the house is plotting against me. I mean, I've been living here for ten years, you'd think I'd know my way around in the dark.
Finally I find my way to the kitchen, flipping on the light before prancing over to the fridge to steal the left-over sorbet. It makes me awfully happy, sitting here alone on the counter, eating my favorite food. All that is missing is music, and I can live without it. I think.
There is a noise behind me and I turn around quickly. Seto walks into the kitchen, pinching the bridge of his nose while squeezing his eyes shut.
"Brother?"
His head whips up in shock. "What are you doing up?"
I shrug, picking up my sorbet again.
"Couldn't sleep."
Seto walks over to the fridge and gets some water and opens up a bottle of pills taken from his pocket. "Could we blame that on the fact that you have a brand new piece of metal in your tongue?"
I gasp and cover my mouth. "Uh... Uh... What?"
"Don't even try it, Mokuba. I know that you got a tongue piercing."
I drop my hand and look down. "You're not angry?"
"Not really. I would have liked to known before hand though."
Seto leans against my counter and offers me a small smile, which I return. "Mokuba... I know that it's hell being a teenager, especially since you're different from other kids your age..." My brother trails off and I stare at him quietly.
"Different?"
Seto nods slowly. "Well, yeah. For starters, your older brother is a genius with a net worth of a couple billion dollars. Your best friend is a crazy nurse-in-training who is 19. You're alot more mature than most people in your age-group, and you're alot... prettier than most boys are. Your alot prettier than most girls."
I frown and let out a small laugh. I would normally be extremely ecstatic if my one and only love said I was 'pretty', but Seto's my big brother, and he's supposed to say stuff like that. I take another bite of my sorbet and mutter, "Don't forget the fact that I'm a fag."
Seto freezes, eyes wide, and I gasp and slap my hand over my mouth. Damn my stupid mouth!
"What?" Tears prick at my eyes and I cast my gaze downwards. Seto puts his hands on my arms, massaging lightly before he pulls me to his chest, wrapping me in his embrace. I return said embrace and the tears begin to fall.
"I-I'm sorry, Seto."
"It's alright Mokuba, it's alright."
That phrase catches my attention, and I hold onto Seto's shirt more tightly, fighting the urge to become hysterical.
"N-n-no, i-i-it's not!" I push Seto away, then hop off of the counter, swinging around the island to rush out of the room, hurt making it hard to breathe. A strong hand wraps around my forearm and tugs me back, making me stumble and almost fall, but I connect with a hard, warm chest and we both sink to the floor.
"Don't run away, Mokuba, do anything but run away from me, please."
The tiles are cold on my shins and under my palms, and I sniffle once or twice before the pressure of my heart recedes into a dull ache.
"I'll always love you, Mokuba, no matter what happens, or what you do, or who you are, you'll always be my little brother and nothing will change that. Nothing."
I shudder and press myself closer into my brother's warm chest, nodding into his shoulder.
"Lets get you into bed, okay?"
I nod again. Seto sighs and begins to stroke my hair.
"I love you Mokuba."
"I love you too, big brother."
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I bound down the stairs, pulling on my school jacket over a tank-top and leather pants, and trying to run a brush through my hair, all the while chanting my mantra of doom.
"Shit, I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna Be late, gonna be late, gonna be late, late!" I slip and slide into the dining room, skidding past Seto. "Morning! Ziko! Could you grab me toast! I'm gonna be late!"
I stop for a split second, pulling my hair into a pony-tail and trying to put my shoes on with on hand, and glance at Seto, who is looking at me, amused. "What?"
"Sit down Mokuba. You're not going to school today. I purposely turned off your alarm clock. Besides, that's not even your school uniform."
I look down and smile sheepishly, sitting down next to Seto.
"I couldn't find ANYTHING this morning, so I grabbed the first thing I could."
"What would you like for breakfast, Mokuba-San?"
I look up at Ziko, grinning at her. "The usual, Ziko-San."
"But, Mokuba-San, you have enough time for a real breakfast this morning."
I shrug. "I don't like having breakfast." I poke my stomach, "Gotta keep my girlish figure, ne?"
Ziko frowns and shakes her head. "I'm bringing you some fruits anyways, okay? I'll be right back with your usual."
Ziko turns and goes into the kitchen in a huff.
"Mokuba, what's the usual?"
"Tea and toast."
Seto stares at me, giving me the 'look'.
"Wha-a-at? At least I eat in the morning!"
"Mokuba, you're too skinny as it is! You need to eat more than just that!"
"I do, just not in the morning! I eat PLENTY during the day! Just ask Van'ssa, I always steal her food!"
"Oh, so she knows your eating habits too?"
Something in my brother's tone catches my attention, making me stare incredulously at Seto. "You're jealous of Van'ssa, aren't you?"
"No, of course not Mokuba, what gave you that idea?" I snicker, close to saying something 'naughty', but Ziko walks in, setting my usual on the table in front of me, along with a rather large plate of raspberries. I stare at the fruit for a moment before glaring at Ziko, who smiles and slinks away. I reach forward and take one raspberry, sucking it into my mouth delicately, savoring the flavor of my favorite food. I glance at Seto, who is staring at my fingers. I blush and continue eating the raspberries, probably staining my lips and finger tips red for life.
Remember kiddies! Kitsune Ryu is a review whore! Sure it's not classy, but it's fun.