Just a random toy of my mind.

Rating: PG (currently) for random swearing, of random sorts.

Disclaimer: I don' own anythin' related to Yu-Gi-Oh. Sadly enough. Or Manson. Even sadder.


A sleepless week, combined with innumerable caramel corettos, had left in its wake and exhausted Kaiba Mokuba. Bleary, bloodshot gray eyes stared from behind soot black bangs, their red-rimmed brilliance a stark contrast to his light face. His ruffled hair was no different from its usual mess not-style. His clothes, on the other hand, were not those that most expected the younger brother of the CEO of Kaiba Corp to wear. Unlikely to look out of place at some concert, his jean-and-leather ensemble was accentuated by the silvery steel of the handcrafted dagger hanging at his waist. He looked the bad-boy, a role that he would rarely play, preferring to manipulate people into doing his will, laying on the charm, rather than threaten and force them. Few subtle differences separated him from the other sixteen year olds of Domino City.

With a sigh, Mokuba rummaged through the jumble of clothing, paper, and other paraphernalia of a teenaged millionaire student, finally emerging with a remote control in one hand, and a pair of drumsticks in the other. One lazy push of a button sent Marilyn Manson's 'Spade' flooding through the darkened room, while Mokuba resumed his work upon his brother's latest creation, tapping the drumsticks, the drums to which sat in the corner, in time to the drums in the song. Looking down at the papers and diagrams spread out upon his bed, the dark-haired boy suddenly leapt from his comfortable position, and, snatching up a handful of diagrams, stalked from his room.

Growling and muttering obscenities under his breathe, Mokuba slid past two flights of stairs on their banisters, his preferred method of household travel, with the ease of long practice. With all of the grace of a cat, Mokuba slipped off of the railing, and strode towards his older brother's office, the only sounds being the click of his boots upon the hardwood floor, and the hiss that was him swearing. Not bothering to knock, Mokuba opened the door, and stepped into the expansive, tastefully decorated room, glancing around to find…nothing.

"Nii-sama?" The question hovered in the air before him, until he snarled, "By the unholy mother of Ra!" and stormed out of the room.

Another two flights of banisters and numerous curses on Mokuba's part later, the not-so-happy teen wrenched open the front door of the Kaiba mansion, pausing briefly to grab his jacket from the hook by the door, prior to slamming the door angrily behind him. The roar of a Suzuki Katana and the horrid crunch of gravel broke the night-silence as Mokuba tore down the driveway and down the street.


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