Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Sexual Frustration ❯ Mokuba ( Chapter 9 )

Dreams of Aspirations

Mokuba twitched in his sleep. He could tell that his brother hadn't returned home yet. As always, it upset and worried him. "Brother spends longer and longer days at work. He probably loves his computer more than me."

He sighed forlornly and with great resolution took a step out of bed. "Well tonight will be different. Tonight I'm gonna call him!" He reached out for the telephone and picked up the receiver.

"…and tunafish… and catfish… and blowfish… mmm… blowfish…" Came an innuendoish voice from the other end.

"Gyaa! Wrong number!" Mokuba slammed down the phone and breathed rapidly. He didn't know who it was, but he had a feeling it had something to do with the changing tides.

Braving himself, he picked up the phone again, dialing his brother's office number.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring…. "Seto Kaiba. Whoever this is... ung... better have a DAMN good reason for… for calling!"

"Big brother?" Mokuba spoke timidly, frightened by his brother's unusual tone of voice.

"Mokuba? Shouldn't you be asleep?" Kaiba's voice softened a bit, but it still held an unusual strain that Mokuba wasn't familiar with.

"I… I was worried about you." Mokuba swallowed. "I couldn't sleep."

"Well try to. I'll see you in the morning." With that Seto hung up.

Mokuba was in disbelief. His disbelief was so strong that it tore the phone from his hands and threw it onto the floor!

"He… he hung up on me." Tears streamed down his cheeks and he wailed in despair.

"Poor child… you didn't deserve that. It looks like your brother is a little preoccupied."

Mokuba looked up, curious as to who had spoken to him. It sounded like an electrifying melody, and it beaconed him slowly into the kitchen.

"That's it, come here and I'll make all your sorrows go away."

Mokuba tilted his head to the side, confused. "How can you speak to me?"

The toaster was talking to him.

"Err… well that's not important. I'll console you, bring me a piece of bread and I'll… warm it up for you." The gentle, low rumble encouraged the boy, and the toaster sighed in delight as the bread was placed into one of its slits. "mmm… that's the way… let me toast this for you…"

After a classic Ding, Mokuba removed the bread and began to nibble on the edges. Now that he thought about it, the talking toaster wasn't so weird. Not weirder than his brother being an ancient Egyptian priest. Or Yugi being a pharaoh. "I like you, Mr. Toaster."

"Please, let's not have any formalities here. You can call me… your love-muffin."

"Ok love-muffin. Whatever you say…" Mokuba could feel himself slipping away, both his clothing and his sense of self… and soon he was one with the toaster. All he knew was that Seto was far from his mind now, he didn't need him anymore.

The toaster warmed up around his stiff self, but not warm enough to toast Mokuba. Just enough to fill him with joy. Joy that only a toaster that spoke could give.

Suddenly Yami Malik walked in! "Hey where you keep the fatoush?" Then he noticed Mokuba and the toaster! "Personally I'd rather try this 'vacuum cleaner' Bakura's been raving about, but that's your choice." He glowered. "Where's the fatoush?!"

After receiving no reply from Mokuba, who only had eyes for the toaster now, Yami Malik shrugged and left to play scrabble.

Ryou ambled into the kitchen, ready to stop Yami Malik from whatever evil he was about to do, and screamed in pure horror. "For the love of Ra and all that is holy! Why?!! WHY?!!!"