So funny thing about this story when I had first planned it out it was actually a Warshipping story. But then it ended up turning into something different when I started the first chapter and heaven forbid I was listening to Taylor Swift. Apparently now I'm going to be writing a double pairing. Blah. So I guess you can call this a Warshipping meets what would you call Mokuba and Miroku? Mini-warshipping? Idk. I'll look that up eventually.
Summary: Mokuba makes a new friend, who turns out to be the brother of an old enermy, and frankly Seto would never aprove. But he needs this friend more than anyone as he struggles to handle his life. He's the brother of The Seto Kaiba, heir to Kaiba Corp, and a fifteen year old boy struggling with lust and love where ever the line is drawn between the two, expectations, painful memories, and the overwhelming desire to be a teen.
Warning: There will be violence, swearing, and some mild yaoi.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, or YuGiOh, and have nothing to do with TS.
Adrenaline
The sound of the motorcycle echoed through the dark street of Domino city. They were birds slicing through the wind together. Anything was possible, everything limitless. The dark haired teen was near breathless with the ecstasy of the ride. He could only hold tight around the waist of the driver trusting him fully to keep them safe on their little joy ride. Buildings flew past in a blur, other vehicles hardly came into view. At first the ride had started out like it always did. A cold wind that bit into your flesh and the fear of death as the needle on the speed gauge slowly increased. The way the bike got so close to the ground on tight turns was enough to give them both heart attacks that turned into adrenalin. Pushing them farther along on their ride.
Once the adrenalin kicked in the ride always ended too fast. The bike slowed down as they neared the Kaiba mansion. Heartbeats still pounding in their chests. The ecstasy of it all making the dark haired teen dizzy. The bike stopped abruptly in front of the iron gates. Too many questions would arise if they went all the way up the drive way, things the adrenaline didn't sit well with.
They remained on the bike for a few minutes both panting, trying to catch their breath until finally they pulled off their helmets in union.
"So Mokuba did you have fun?" The driver of the motorcycle smiled over his shoulder at him.
"That was awesome!,"Mokuba was all but screaming with bliss. " I can't believe we got that fast this time. Next time I'll bet you'll be able to take it faster than this."
They both laughed, "Hah you bet! 'Cept we're almost at our limit ."
"I don't care, I don't think I could ever get tired of riding with you. It's amazing."
They shared a smile at the memories they were seeming to form together. However the present always brought one of them back to remind them of where they stood. "You better hurry up Mokuba, Seto will get worried if you aren't up there soon." At the mention of his older brother Mokuba felt a small knot in his stomach form. If his brother knew about the dangerous rides he went on he'd never be allowed out of the house again.
His companion seemed to notice the change. "Don't worry, it'll be fine. We haven't done anything wrong." Mokuba gave him a squeeze around the torso before climbing off the motorcycle and strapping his helmet onto the back seat. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off bringing him back to reality. It hurt sometimes, like tonight. He wished it was easier. He wished he could talk to his brother, wished he could be a normal teen. Things that just weren't possible.
"Text me when you get home okay? And be careful." The driver smiled.
"Don't worry about me, text me when you get in the door it's a long way up that drive." He pushed his red hair out of his eyes before he slid his helmet back onto his head. The engine of the bike roared to life and with one last wave he zoomed off into the darkness of the night.
Mokuba sighed. He pushed open the gate after typing in a long series of numbers into the touch pad. There really was a good five minute walk ahead of him up the drive way. But he needed that walk to burn off the rest of the adrenaline and to calm his pounding heart.
The closer he got to the front doors the more he wished he could turn around, run back to the gate and ride off into the darkness and forget all his worries. Running never fixed things, he knew. But sometimes he needed that couple of hours to help him at least cope.
Finally he reached the huge oak double doors that lead inside his lovely home. Lovely, empty home. Seto was working late again, either at the office or in one of the dark rooms of the mansion. Typing away at his keyboard or reading over some documents. Maybe fine tuning one of his new programs so that everything was perfect. Everything had to be perfect with the CEO. The only thing that escaped that was Mokuba himself.
He was far from perfect. He wasn't a genius like his brother, he could barely deal with teachers or tutors in general. Yeah he may have gotten anything he wanted material wise but he was lonely. A long time ago Seto had made it clear to Mokuba that he would be there whenever his little brother wanted him. But there was something inside the dark hair teen that made him feel unbearably guilty to pull Seto away from his precious company. He wasn't stupid, the whole reason why he worked so hard on KaibaCorp was to make sure Mokuba was always taken care of and so that they could reach their dream of building a theme park. And now KaibaLand was finally becoming a reality.
The door pushed opened easily enough. A maid met him briefly before he dismissed her and headed to his room. His feet dragged on the soft carpet all the way up the stairs. The walk to his room was through dimly lit hallways, out of habit he stopped outside of his brother's office for a moment. He quietly pushed his ear to the door. Beyond the door sure enough he could hear the persistent taping of his brothers keyboard.
Guilt made him bite his bottom lip until he tasted metal. He wanted to rush into the room, tell his brother about all the fun he had. Run into his arms as he had when he younger. Realistically he could. Seto would love him all the same, and hug him just as close as he ever had. To Seto age meant little Mokuba, he would always be his little brother to love and protect.
But going against Seto's rules he had set up based on fear for Mokuba's well being made that impossible and left him feeling unworthy of his brother's love. He wanted to tear out his own heart from the guilt. He furiously turned from the door and let out a sigh.
"Mokuba?" The typing had stopped and Seto's voice echoed down the hallway from beyond the office door. He knew he could walk away and pretend he hadn't heard his brother, Seto was too smart for that he'd only follow Mokuba and question him.
Instead Mokuba patted down his hair with his hands, adjust his clothes and slowly opened the door. Seto sat at his desk, the only light coming from his monitor highlighting all his tired emotionless looking features. When he heard the door open though he turned away from the screen and his features morphed his face into someone else as he smiled at Mokuba.
It would have been less painful if Seto had literally stabbed him in the chest. "Did you have fun?" Seto's face was so soft and inviting as he smiled. As far as he knew Mokuba had just been hanging out at the arcade with some friends, by the way Mokuba had told Seto about the whole thing he assumed it was Yugi and company.
Mokuba couldn't help himself from falling into that smile, the guilt tore at his chest but for a brief moment he let that smile fill him with warmth.
He smiled back at his brother, when had things become like this? A lie?
"Yeah it was awesome. You know how it goes.. Hows everything with KaibaCorp going?"
Seto's smile dimmed a little and he tensed up, Mokuba knew big things were going on with the company and his older brother was beyond stressed. He tried his best to hide it from Mokuba. But he could still tell. They were brothers after all.
"Besides having to deal with about a dozen incompetent contractors and a hundred or so eager investors, things are coming along well. We will meet our expected completion dates."
"Of course you are the one in charge after all," Mokuba smiled. He knew that even though Seto didn't show it he appreciated hearing things like that from his little brother. He faked a yawn.
"I'm exhausted, do you need any help big brother?"
Seto shook his head and turned his attention back to the screen. "No, I have this all under control. Go get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning for breakfast."
Mokuba found himself about to offer to keep Seto company until he was finished for the night until the guilt took over him again. It was suffocating being in the same room. He turned as slowly as he could manage and slipped out the door trying desperately not to run out and slam the door behind him.
When the door was finally closed he broke into a silent run down the hallway. His room wasn't far away, it just felt like a thousand miles. Before he had realized it he had his back to the inside of his door, panting furiously with his hand to his chest. The guilt was a physical pain.
Why was Seto so kind to him? He wasn't worth it.
A buzzing in his pocket pulled him from his thoughts before they got to self deprecating.
He flipped open the screen to show he had a new text.
Did you make it to the mansion okay? Or are you walking up the driveway?
Mokuba smiled, his friend was always checking on him. Not in a controlling, babying way. He just honestly cared. He knew about all the times Mokuba had been kidnapped or attempted to be kidnapped, how scared he had felt at those times. And something about that made him feel a need to protect the dark haired teen.
Yeah, I'm in my room now. Are you home?
A few minutes passed as Mokuba impatiently waited for a reply. When his phone buzzed to life he jumped in surprise.
Sorry ya I'm here. Stupid garage door was stuck had to get my bros help. You see Seto?
Mokuba sighed. He finally pushed himself off the door, begining to shed his clothes on his way to the bed.
He's working late again in his office at home. I said goodnight...
He doesn't have a clue.
Are you going to bed soon?
He climb into bed and rested his head against the soft fabric of his pillow. A good five minutes passed before a reply finally came in. Sleep had been pulling at Mokuba's eye lids but like most nights he couldn't sleep without saying goodnight.
Haha thats confirmed guess i passed out at the table for a few minutes. im headed to bed Goodnight Mokuba.
Mokuba smiled at the text.
You would hah. Goodnight Mikey.
Within seconds his eye lids fell shut and he was fast asleep.
I really have such an odd order of events that go along with this story. I hope you all are getting the gist of where this story is going. I'd love to hear what ya all think about it?
Now I get that in the Japanese version Mikey dies and in the American version hes just captured. Well this story I guess follows more along the lines of the American version.
ALSO if anyone has some advice on how to portray Mikey that would be lovely. I mean he was only in the series briefly and he was like 7 then so this would be roughly ten years later. Actually if someone has a good idea of how old he was that would be lovely too. Thanks lol.
Thanks so much for reading :D