Most of the plot and characters based off of the 2016 remake, a few characters based off the original book. I have never watched the original Disney movie. Forgive me for any errors. I took many, many liberties with this.
Modern World AU. Everybody is a human. Set in the present, or maybe slightly in the past. Baloo/Bagheera later on, otherwise generally Gen. Drabble format.
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"Bet you can't beat me!" Mowgli grinned, typing something rapidly on his computer keyboard. "Haha, take that!"
"Not so fast," Bagheera said, staring intently at his own computer screen. "You left your right side open when you attacked me." He clicked his mouse, revealing a satisfied expression when the computer announced that his hit had caused critical damage. "Try again, next time."
"Whyyyyy," Mowgli moaned, leaning back onto his seat when the K.O. screen appeared. "I would've beat you, if only my hit had landed."
Bagheera snorted. "That kind of hit would never land. Your accuracy is pathetic, and your speed is no match for mine. If you had attacked from far-range, maybe then you could have beat me."
"That's no fun at all, then," Mowgli said, sighing. "Attacking directly is so much more exciting." He reached forward to shut off the computer, a mass of black hair flopping into his eyes with the movement. "I should play more with Grey Brother. At least he lets me win sometimes."
"That's not called winning, that's called cheating," Bagheera berated, shutting off his own computer as well. It was quiet inside of the computer room, the room inhabited by only the two of them, the usual sounds of humming monitors and beeping replaced with an unsettled silence. "And you should stop bothering your brother so much, he's already busy enough with work as it is."
"No he's not, Akela's not mean enough to do that," Mowgli defended, pouting. "And besides, I'm his little bro. Everybody has time for their little bro. That's the entire reason elder siblings were created." He looked convicted enough in his beliefs that Bagheera didn't really have the heart to correct him, instead sighing in barely veiled fondness and patting his head.
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