To Love A Heart of Ice
Authoress: Sakura Kaiba
Disclaimer: Yes, of course, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. And, I know I haven't posted forever, but, I died. Yes, I am back from the dead with an newly discovered intrest in a 'pairing'. Heh, yes, you should be scared. Seto/Mokuba! YEAH! o.o;; Right then. Fic now.
Note: Mokuba is 15!! Just makin' sure you know that. -_-;;
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Mokuba P.O.V.
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You know, I don't know how this all started. I do, of course, remember my period of self-hatred. A horrible time that was, actually. That was before I even thought Seto loved me more than that. Well, being the pessimistic teen I am, I have to resort to other forms of 'hiding' my little lust troubles. Like I thought Seto would never notice my arms.
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I had been avoiding Seto that whole month practically, trying to ignore this, 'feeling' as Shizuka put it. Such a helpful friend she is. Better than any psychologist, that's for damn sure.
"Mokuba?" I hear, halfway through the door, Seto-free, but my attempts were unsuccessful.
" H-Hai, nii-sama?" I reply a little shakily, and, to my utter dismay, he noticed.
"What's the matter? You haven't been speaking to me lately, and I was getting worried. Having troubles or something?"
I glance at him, hand on the door, other arm holding my book bag for school. He's sitting on the couch, facing my direction, his hands propped up on his palms. His small glasses are down on the bridge of his nose. Apparently he was reading when he had decided to strike up 'conversation' with me. He looked so sexy like that. Yum. Of course, I just stare at him, looking idiodic, with no reply.
"Hmmm?" He asks again, sapphire eyes on my face over the rims of his glasses.
"Uhh...uhmm...I can't really talk now, Seto. Can't we do this after school?" I ask, a pleading look in my eyes.
"Well, fine then." He replies, picking up the newspaper without a second glance. "Bai, Mokuba. Have a nice day. Try to learn something."
"Bai!" And with that, I leave. I sigh as the door closes behind me. Shizuka is standing on the sidewalk, waiting for me. "Ohayo, Shizuka-chan!" I call, waving the arm, of which I didn't know was about to betray me, in greeting.
We walked off, Shizuka of course, asking about my morning. "I heard Seto speak to you. Are you achieving something, or are your, 'Ignore my object of annoyingly sexy desire' attempts failing?"
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Well, in Art class today I found a safety pin. This part in the story is where I start to wish I never did that. Of course then, the most wonderful moment of my life never would have happened. Can self-mutilation be good, then? Hmmm. Back to Art class. Shizuka is not in this class with me, therefore my deeds of proclaiming my Seto-obsession could be performed. Sensei was speaking about, 'Not talking when teacher is giving instruction' again, as I 'played' with my arm.
"Ow..." Scratch. "Ai....." Scratch. 'Hiss' scratch. Hey look, that was about time I drew blood.
Hmmmm. I had then succesfully completed 'SE' in Kanji on my arm. Now, for 'TO'.
More little hissing pains and scratching was heard. No one pays attention to me in this class so all is well.
Successful 'TO'. A little sloppy, but hey, safety pins arn't the best material for writing, now are they?
Heh. This arms lead to troubles. Troubles and more love for my 'brother' (such a horrible word when speaking of one's object of constant and utter sexual desire) than I could imagine.
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After school, Shizuka walked home with me. Just like in the mornings to make sure I get there safe or something. She hadn't noticed my arm, which was good, because I didn't want to worry her.
I walked into the house, and started to walk to my room when I heard "Mokuba." coming from the family room. It did not sound happy, and worried the living hell out of me.
"Uhm...hai? Nii-sama? What's wrong?" He stared at me, an angry and concerened look on his beautiful features. He looked as if something had died, or....well, I'm not quite sure, actually, because that look has never graced his features before.
"We had a little call from the school today. Are you...okay?" He was so upset, it looked like he would cry. He has never done that before, ever since we were younger, of course.
"W-What? A call? About what?" I asked, worried I would have to kill myself after this little conversation.
"Your arm. May I see it, Mokuba?" Seto asked, approaching me ever so carefully as if I would lash out.
I sigh, holding my arm out to present it to him, knowing that trying to hide anything from Nii-sama would fail miserably.
I shut my eyes, his gentle fingers running across my flesh, out lining the name of my one true life meaning. He takes my hand in both of his, finally speaking after that brief silence that I would swear was the longest moment of my life.
"Why-why did you do this, to yourself?" He asks, his azure eyes filling in with tears slowly, but surely.
"Because....I...well, uhm..." I stutter, opening my eyes to stare into his. His eyes. One of the most beautiful things in the world. Besides him, of course. Mine can never be filled with such beauty.
"I, heh. It's stupid, really Seto. Trust me. It's wrong, and I don't want to hurt you with it." I look at the floor, keeping my eyes away from his pain.
"Why do you have my name in your arm, Mokuba?" His tone becoming more serious.
"It's because I love you, Seto. And I'm so..so sorry for that. I shouldn't." I fall onto the floor crying, wiping my eyes of tears.
"...Love...me? Well, Mokuba....brothers..." I could tell he had flinched at 'brothers', as if he had suffered more pain from the word than I.
"No, no Seto. I don't love you like a brother. I love you....more than that. I want you, Seto. Really, really badly." His blue eyes go wide.
"Oh, my. And I thought...I thought there was something wrong with me..." He replies, kneeling to be at my level. I look up at him.
"What-what do you mean--" My words are cut from his lips covering mine. He brings his hands up to hold my cheeks and I wrap my arms around his neck, melting into his kiss. He breaks off, and stares at me, hoping I bet, that I wasn't offended. I think my huge blush answered that one.
"Should I not have done that?" He asks, concerened.
"No, no. Thank...thank you." I say, hugging him around the waist.
I really hope that no one finds this out.
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TBC
Authoress: Sakura Kaiba
Disclaimer: Yes, of course, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. And, I know I haven't posted forever, but, I died. Yes, I am back from the dead with an newly discovered intrest in a 'pairing'. Heh, yes, you should be scared. Seto/Mokuba! YEAH! o.o;; Right then. Fic now.
Note: Mokuba is 15!! Just makin' sure you know that. -_-;;
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Mokuba P.O.V.
~~~
You know, I don't know how this all started. I do, of course, remember my period of self-hatred. A horrible time that was, actually. That was before I even thought Seto loved me more than that. Well, being the pessimistic teen I am, I have to resort to other forms of 'hiding' my little lust troubles. Like I thought Seto would never notice my arms.
~~~
I had been avoiding Seto that whole month practically, trying to ignore this, 'feeling' as Shizuka put it. Such a helpful friend she is. Better than any psychologist, that's for damn sure.
"Mokuba?" I hear, halfway through the door, Seto-free, but my attempts were unsuccessful.
" H-Hai, nii-sama?" I reply a little shakily, and, to my utter dismay, he noticed.
"What's the matter? You haven't been speaking to me lately, and I was getting worried. Having troubles or something?"
I glance at him, hand on the door, other arm holding my book bag for school. He's sitting on the couch, facing my direction, his hands propped up on his palms. His small glasses are down on the bridge of his nose. Apparently he was reading when he had decided to strike up 'conversation' with me. He looked so sexy like that. Yum. Of course, I just stare at him, looking idiodic, with no reply.
"Hmmm?" He asks again, sapphire eyes on my face over the rims of his glasses.
"Uhh...uhmm...I can't really talk now, Seto. Can't we do this after school?" I ask, a pleading look in my eyes.
"Well, fine then." He replies, picking up the newspaper without a second glance. "Bai, Mokuba. Have a nice day. Try to learn something."
"Bai!" And with that, I leave. I sigh as the door closes behind me. Shizuka is standing on the sidewalk, waiting for me. "Ohayo, Shizuka-chan!" I call, waving the arm, of which I didn't know was about to betray me, in greeting.
We walked off, Shizuka of course, asking about my morning. "I heard Seto speak to you. Are you achieving something, or are your, 'Ignore my object of annoyingly sexy desire' attempts failing?"
~~~
Well, in Art class today I found a safety pin. This part in the story is where I start to wish I never did that. Of course then, the most wonderful moment of my life never would have happened. Can self-mutilation be good, then? Hmmm. Back to Art class. Shizuka is not in this class with me, therefore my deeds of proclaiming my Seto-obsession could be performed. Sensei was speaking about, 'Not talking when teacher is giving instruction' again, as I 'played' with my arm.
"Ow..." Scratch. "Ai....." Scratch. 'Hiss' scratch. Hey look, that was about time I drew blood.
Hmmmm. I had then succesfully completed 'SE' in Kanji on my arm. Now, for 'TO'.
More little hissing pains and scratching was heard. No one pays attention to me in this class so all is well.
Successful 'TO'. A little sloppy, but hey, safety pins arn't the best material for writing, now are they?
Heh. This arms lead to troubles. Troubles and more love for my 'brother' (such a horrible word when speaking of one's object of constant and utter sexual desire) than I could imagine.
~~~
After school, Shizuka walked home with me. Just like in the mornings to make sure I get there safe or something. She hadn't noticed my arm, which was good, because I didn't want to worry her.
I walked into the house, and started to walk to my room when I heard "Mokuba." coming from the family room. It did not sound happy, and worried the living hell out of me.
"Uhm...hai? Nii-sama? What's wrong?" He stared at me, an angry and concerened look on his beautiful features. He looked as if something had died, or....well, I'm not quite sure, actually, because that look has never graced his features before.
"We had a little call from the school today. Are you...okay?" He was so upset, it looked like he would cry. He has never done that before, ever since we were younger, of course.
"W-What? A call? About what?" I asked, worried I would have to kill myself after this little conversation.
"Your arm. May I see it, Mokuba?" Seto asked, approaching me ever so carefully as if I would lash out.
I sigh, holding my arm out to present it to him, knowing that trying to hide anything from Nii-sama would fail miserably.
I shut my eyes, his gentle fingers running across my flesh, out lining the name of my one true life meaning. He takes my hand in both of his, finally speaking after that brief silence that I would swear was the longest moment of my life.
"Why-why did you do this, to yourself?" He asks, his azure eyes filling in with tears slowly, but surely.
"Because....I...well, uhm..." I stutter, opening my eyes to stare into his. His eyes. One of the most beautiful things in the world. Besides him, of course. Mine can never be filled with such beauty.
"I, heh. It's stupid, really Seto. Trust me. It's wrong, and I don't want to hurt you with it." I look at the floor, keeping my eyes away from his pain.
"Why do you have my name in your arm, Mokuba?" His tone becoming more serious.
"It's because I love you, Seto. And I'm so..so sorry for that. I shouldn't." I fall onto the floor crying, wiping my eyes of tears.
"...Love...me? Well, Mokuba....brothers..." I could tell he had flinched at 'brothers', as if he had suffered more pain from the word than I.
"No, no Seto. I don't love you like a brother. I love you....more than that. I want you, Seto. Really, really badly." His blue eyes go wide.
"Oh, my. And I thought...I thought there was something wrong with me..." He replies, kneeling to be at my level. I look up at him.
"What-what do you mean--" My words are cut from his lips covering mine. He brings his hands up to hold my cheeks and I wrap my arms around his neck, melting into his kiss. He breaks off, and stares at me, hoping I bet, that I wasn't offended. I think my huge blush answered that one.
"Should I not have done that?" He asks, concerened.
"No, no. Thank...thank you." I say, hugging him around the waist.
I really hope that no one finds this out.
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TBC