Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any of the songs used in this fic.
Rini: July 7, Happy birthday Mokuba! This is dedicated to you!
Black Magician Plushie: Mokuba isn't even here.
R: (pout) Oh shut up! I can pretend, can't I?
Mokuba: (appears) Did someone wish me a happy birthday?
R: MOKIE! (glomps Mokuba)
Mokuba:
B.M.P.: (jealous) You never glomp me, Rini.
R: 'Cuz you're a rude plushie.
B.M.P.: No, I'm Mahado, the Black Magician!
Mokuba: You don't look like the Black Magician. You look like a stuffed
toy.
B.M.P.: SHUT UP! (runs away crying)
R: --'
"Tell me what you really want for your birthday, Mokuba." said Seto Kaiba,
the blue eyed CEO of Kaiba Corporation, in reply to his brother.
"That IS what I want, Nii-sama. I want us to make a music video." Mokuba
answered. Seto turned away from his computer to stare at his only sibling.
Seto was in his office at the top floor of the main Kaiba Corp. building.
Mokuba had entered only a few minutes ago, returning from Domino Junior
High, when Seto had asked him what he wanted for his birthday on July 7.
"A music video?" Seto repeated in disbelief. Mokuba nodded.
"Just a few songs we coud sing to after you come home from work. Nothing
big. You don't even have to dance, Nii-sama." Mokuba said pleadingly. His
large indigo eyes bore into Seto's astral-blue ones. Seto tore his eyes
away from Mokuba and looked back to his computer.
"You know I'm too busy for that." Seto said, beginning to type on his
keyboard "So why don't you choose something else. How about a video game
that you don't have yet?" Seto said. He heard his little brother give a
small, sad sigh.
"It's okay, Nii-sama. I don't want anything." Mokuba said, leaving the
office. The automatic doors shut behind him. Seto paused and looked at the
door.
'I don't have time for something insane like that.' he thought to himself
defiantly. 'And besides, if it's recorded, anyone could see it, and what
would that do to my reputation?'
'But Mokuba sounded so dissappointed.' said a voice in Seto's head that he
usually ignored. It was the voice of Seto Nozami, the nice little boy who
had been in an orphanage and defeated Gozuboro Kaiba in a chess match. The
nice little boy who later became the ruthless man Seto Kaiba.
'It's senseless. I'M dissappointed in Mokuba for wanting something so
idiotic.' Seto thought.
'Mokuba wants to spend time with you.' the voice answered. Seto stared
harder at the door, trying to defend himself against his own answer. He
returned to his typing.
"Nii-sama?" Mokuba said, coming up to his brother. It was Saturday morning,
and Seto was in one of the living rooms of the Kaiba mansion, and so were a
dozen workers. They were tearing the room apart. Seto was overseeing their
work.
"Nii-sama, what's going on?" Mokuba asked him. The noise had woken him up,
and he had come up to see the source of the racket still in his pajamas.
Seto looked down at him.
"I'm redecorating." Seto replied shortly. "You shouldn't come here, it's
dangerous." He turned back to watch the construction.
"Oh." Mokuba said. He went downstairs to get ready and have breakfast.
'Redecorating? What on earth?' Mokuba thought as he went to the bathroom.
For a week, Mokuba stayed away from the room. Seto said it was dangerous,
so it was dangerous. And it was on the third floor, while Mokuba's bedroom
was in the second, so he found no reason to disobey Seto and see what was
going on. Mokuba wasn't even that interested.
'It's probably some new computer room. Or inventing lab.' he thought.
On July 7, Mokuba woke up, feeling expectant. He had just turned 12! He
raced into the bathroom and got ready quickly, the raced downstairs into
the Dining room.
"Happy Birthday, Mokuba." Seto said tonelessly as Mokuba ran into the
dining area.
"I'm 12, Nii-sama! And I feel great! I'm a whole YEAR older!" Mokuba
exclaimed happily. Seto watched his brother's enthusiasm with little
surprise. It was like this every year. Mokuba sat down to eat blue-berry
waffles, scrambled eggs, and croissants. His favorite food for breakfast.
Seto wasn't picky when it came to food, but on Mokuba's birthday, he had
their food especially catered to his tastebuds.
"Come upstairs to the third floor living room when you're finished." Seto
said, standing up. He took his plate and glasses to the kitchen, placed
them in the dish-washer, and went upstairs. Since Gozuboro's death, Seto
had kicked out all the maids, cooks, butlers, and guards the previous Kaiba
had owned, and didn't replace them. He wanted to be completly independent.
He and Mokuba cleaned after themselves, had their food catered, and had an
advanced security system. They didn't need anyone. No one at all.
Mokuba finished up and took his dishes to the dish washer. Then he went
upstairs, taking each step one at a time. The longer he took to get there,
the stronger the hopeful feeling of what Seto had in store for him
increased. Finally, he placed his hand on the living-room's door handle and
turned it.
Mokuba gasped.
Seto hadn't redecorated the living room, he had rebuilt it. Rebuilt it to
make it resemble an auditorium. A platform stood in the center of the room.
The ceiling was covred with rainbow lights that lit up the stage. On the
backwall was a moving light which flashed different shapes onto the wall,
mostly stars. On the platform were two microphones, one Seto's size, one
his size. A complete stereo system lined the walls around it. just beside
the door was a camera, set to film whoever was on the platform. Mokuba's
eyes were wide as saucers.
"You- you-" Mokuba couldn't say anything.
"I'm not going to dance." Seto said. "And I don't listen to music, so
you're going to have to pick the songs. And most important of all, this
movie will stay at home, and NO ONE except you will be able to view it."
Mokuba just looked at Seto, unable to speak. Finally he found his voice.
"Arigato!" He said, jumping on his brother. He hugged him tightly and
buried his face in his waist. He was so happy, he couldn't believe what
Seto did for him.
Seto didn't return the hug. But Mokuba didn't care. He let go and thought
for a minute.
"What should we sing?" Mokuba said out loud.
"I don't listen to music, therefore, I don't know." Seto answered
indifferently. Mokuba's face lit up.
"I got it!" he exclaimed, running from the room. He returned a few minutes
later, holding a multiple CD case. He flipped through it, found what he was
looking for, and popped it into the stereo. As the music started, he got on
the platform and put the microphone to is mouth.
"Are kara do- Nii-sama, come on!" Mokuba said, calling to him. Seto paused.
"I don't know the words." Seto replied. Impatiently, Mokuba went back to
his room and returned with a lyric book.
"Here," he said, putting it in Seto's hands, "It has the lyics. The song's
called Song for You. It's sung by Megumi Ogata. Just read it with the
music."
"I'm supposed to-" Seto started, but Mokuba grabbed his hand and pulled him
onstage. He restarted the song. Seto looked at the lyric book, he didn't
want to sing. But the opening music had ended and Megumi Ogata's voice
started along with Mokuba's. Seto started singing, but it was more like
reading out-loud. Mokuba on the other hand, was dancing and singing with
full emotion.
"Are kara dore kurai tatta no darou? subete ni zetsubou shita hi
dare ni mo tsugezu ni ita no ni kanjite kureta
Song for You, Song for You anata no yuku michinori ga shiawase de
arimasu you
Song for you, Song for you kotoba ni dekinu hodo tsunoru omoi utau yo!"
From here, about how much has been lost, I wonder? On a day when everything
turned into despair,
even though it came without telling anyone, you could gradually feel it.
Song for you, song for you, the journey you travel looks like it will
contain happiness.
Song for you, song for you, however much can't be said by words, I sing
with our collected feelings!
"Bokura wa muzukashii jidai wo ikiteru deguchi wa mienai keredo
kaereru tokoro ga aru kara shinjite yukeru
Song for You, Song for You moshi mo arukitsukaretara modotte kureba ii
Song for You, Song for You boku wa kawaranai yo! itsumo koko ni
tatteru"
We'll keep living in a difficult era; the exit can't be seen, but
if there's a place to go back to, I'll keep believing in it.
Song for you, song for you, if you're exhausted from walking around, it's
all right to turn and come back.
Song for you, song for you, I'll never change! I'll always stand right
here.
"Song for You, Song for You anata no yuku michinori ga shiawase de arimasu
you
Song for You, Song for You koe ni naranai hodo omoi komete inoru yo!"
Song for you, song for you, the journey you travel looks like it will
contain happiness.
Song for you, song for you, the more it becomes impossible to voice, I'll
pray with gathered feelings!
"Boku wa kawaranai yo! itsumo koko de utau yo!"
I'll never change! I'll always sing right here!
"Boku wa kawaranai yo! itsumo koko de utau yo! I just love that song!
Isn't great Nii-sama? It's a little slow, but it has the best tune, ne?"
Mokuba said to Seto. Seto didn't reply. He was having mixed feelings about
the song. He didn't like how it went.
"I'm tired." Mokuba said. "I think I'll go play on my Game-Boy SP."
Mokuba's voice interupted Seto's musings.
"Mokuba, the new games you wanted are all in the living room on the second
floor." Seto said.
"You got them all for me, Nii-sama?" Mokuba said excitedly. He ran to Seto
and hugged him again, then ran downstairs.
Seto turned of the lights and the camera. He left the room and went
downstairs to the waiting limousine that took him everyday to the main
Kaiba Corp. building. His mind was spinning with the song
Boku wa kawaranai yo! itsumo koko de utau yo!
I'll never change! I'll always sing right here!
"I'll never change, I'll sing right here." Seto murmured to himself.
"Did you say something, Kaiba-sama?" the Chauffer asked.
"No." Seto replied.
R&R or R&F
R: PLEASE tell me what you thought about it! And tell me some songs that
would be good for them to sing, as long as they aren't wierd or have too
many bad words. Remember, R&R!
Rini: July 7, Happy birthday Mokuba! This is dedicated to you!
Black Magician Plushie: Mokuba isn't even here.
R: (pout) Oh shut up! I can pretend, can't I?
Mokuba: (appears) Did someone wish me a happy birthday?
R: MOKIE! (glomps Mokuba)
Mokuba:
B.M.P.: (jealous) You never glomp me, Rini.
R: 'Cuz you're a rude plushie.
B.M.P.: No, I'm Mahado, the Black Magician!
Mokuba: You don't look like the Black Magician. You look like a stuffed
toy.
B.M.P.: SHUT UP! (runs away crying)
R: --'
"Tell me what you really want for your birthday, Mokuba." said Seto Kaiba,
the blue eyed CEO of Kaiba Corporation, in reply to his brother.
"That IS what I want, Nii-sama. I want us to make a music video." Mokuba
answered. Seto turned away from his computer to stare at his only sibling.
Seto was in his office at the top floor of the main Kaiba Corp. building.
Mokuba had entered only a few minutes ago, returning from Domino Junior
High, when Seto had asked him what he wanted for his birthday on July 7.
"A music video?" Seto repeated in disbelief. Mokuba nodded.
"Just a few songs we coud sing to after you come home from work. Nothing
big. You don't even have to dance, Nii-sama." Mokuba said pleadingly. His
large indigo eyes bore into Seto's astral-blue ones. Seto tore his eyes
away from Mokuba and looked back to his computer.
"You know I'm too busy for that." Seto said, beginning to type on his
keyboard "So why don't you choose something else. How about a video game
that you don't have yet?" Seto said. He heard his little brother give a
small, sad sigh.
"It's okay, Nii-sama. I don't want anything." Mokuba said, leaving the
office. The automatic doors shut behind him. Seto paused and looked at the
door.
'I don't have time for something insane like that.' he thought to himself
defiantly. 'And besides, if it's recorded, anyone could see it, and what
would that do to my reputation?'
'But Mokuba sounded so dissappointed.' said a voice in Seto's head that he
usually ignored. It was the voice of Seto Nozami, the nice little boy who
had been in an orphanage and defeated Gozuboro Kaiba in a chess match. The
nice little boy who later became the ruthless man Seto Kaiba.
'It's senseless. I'M dissappointed in Mokuba for wanting something so
idiotic.' Seto thought.
'Mokuba wants to spend time with you.' the voice answered. Seto stared
harder at the door, trying to defend himself against his own answer. He
returned to his typing.
"Nii-sama?" Mokuba said, coming up to his brother. It was Saturday morning,
and Seto was in one of the living rooms of the Kaiba mansion, and so were a
dozen workers. They were tearing the room apart. Seto was overseeing their
work.
"Nii-sama, what's going on?" Mokuba asked him. The noise had woken him up,
and he had come up to see the source of the racket still in his pajamas.
Seto looked down at him.
"I'm redecorating." Seto replied shortly. "You shouldn't come here, it's
dangerous." He turned back to watch the construction.
"Oh." Mokuba said. He went downstairs to get ready and have breakfast.
'Redecorating? What on earth?' Mokuba thought as he went to the bathroom.
For a week, Mokuba stayed away from the room. Seto said it was dangerous,
so it was dangerous. And it was on the third floor, while Mokuba's bedroom
was in the second, so he found no reason to disobey Seto and see what was
going on. Mokuba wasn't even that interested.
'It's probably some new computer room. Or inventing lab.' he thought.
On July 7, Mokuba woke up, feeling expectant. He had just turned 12! He
raced into the bathroom and got ready quickly, the raced downstairs into
the Dining room.
"Happy Birthday, Mokuba." Seto said tonelessly as Mokuba ran into the
dining area.
"I'm 12, Nii-sama! And I feel great! I'm a whole YEAR older!" Mokuba
exclaimed happily. Seto watched his brother's enthusiasm with little
surprise. It was like this every year. Mokuba sat down to eat blue-berry
waffles, scrambled eggs, and croissants. His favorite food for breakfast.
Seto wasn't picky when it came to food, but on Mokuba's birthday, he had
their food especially catered to his tastebuds.
"Come upstairs to the third floor living room when you're finished." Seto
said, standing up. He took his plate and glasses to the kitchen, placed
them in the dish-washer, and went upstairs. Since Gozuboro's death, Seto
had kicked out all the maids, cooks, butlers, and guards the previous Kaiba
had owned, and didn't replace them. He wanted to be completly independent.
He and Mokuba cleaned after themselves, had their food catered, and had an
advanced security system. They didn't need anyone. No one at all.
Mokuba finished up and took his dishes to the dish washer. Then he went
upstairs, taking each step one at a time. The longer he took to get there,
the stronger the hopeful feeling of what Seto had in store for him
increased. Finally, he placed his hand on the living-room's door handle and
turned it.
Mokuba gasped.
Seto hadn't redecorated the living room, he had rebuilt it. Rebuilt it to
make it resemble an auditorium. A platform stood in the center of the room.
The ceiling was covred with rainbow lights that lit up the stage. On the
backwall was a moving light which flashed different shapes onto the wall,
mostly stars. On the platform were two microphones, one Seto's size, one
his size. A complete stereo system lined the walls around it. just beside
the door was a camera, set to film whoever was on the platform. Mokuba's
eyes were wide as saucers.
"You- you-" Mokuba couldn't say anything.
"I'm not going to dance." Seto said. "And I don't listen to music, so
you're going to have to pick the songs. And most important of all, this
movie will stay at home, and NO ONE except you will be able to view it."
Mokuba just looked at Seto, unable to speak. Finally he found his voice.
"Arigato!" He said, jumping on his brother. He hugged him tightly and
buried his face in his waist. He was so happy, he couldn't believe what
Seto did for him.
Seto didn't return the hug. But Mokuba didn't care. He let go and thought
for a minute.
"What should we sing?" Mokuba said out loud.
"I don't listen to music, therefore, I don't know." Seto answered
indifferently. Mokuba's face lit up.
"I got it!" he exclaimed, running from the room. He returned a few minutes
later, holding a multiple CD case. He flipped through it, found what he was
looking for, and popped it into the stereo. As the music started, he got on
the platform and put the microphone to is mouth.
"Are kara do- Nii-sama, come on!" Mokuba said, calling to him. Seto paused.
"I don't know the words." Seto replied. Impatiently, Mokuba went back to
his room and returned with a lyric book.
"Here," he said, putting it in Seto's hands, "It has the lyics. The song's
called Song for You. It's sung by Megumi Ogata. Just read it with the
music."
"I'm supposed to-" Seto started, but Mokuba grabbed his hand and pulled him
onstage. He restarted the song. Seto looked at the lyric book, he didn't
want to sing. But the opening music had ended and Megumi Ogata's voice
started along with Mokuba's. Seto started singing, but it was more like
reading out-loud. Mokuba on the other hand, was dancing and singing with
full emotion.
"Are kara dore kurai tatta no darou? subete ni zetsubou shita hi
dare ni mo tsugezu ni ita no ni kanjite kureta
Song for You, Song for You anata no yuku michinori ga shiawase de
arimasu you
Song for you, Song for you kotoba ni dekinu hodo tsunoru omoi utau yo!"
From here, about how much has been lost, I wonder? On a day when everything
turned into despair,
even though it came without telling anyone, you could gradually feel it.
Song for you, song for you, the journey you travel looks like it will
contain happiness.
Song for you, song for you, however much can't be said by words, I sing
with our collected feelings!
"Bokura wa muzukashii jidai wo ikiteru deguchi wa mienai keredo
kaereru tokoro ga aru kara shinjite yukeru
Song for You, Song for You moshi mo arukitsukaretara modotte kureba ii
Song for You, Song for You boku wa kawaranai yo! itsumo koko ni
tatteru"
We'll keep living in a difficult era; the exit can't be seen, but
if there's a place to go back to, I'll keep believing in it.
Song for you, song for you, if you're exhausted from walking around, it's
all right to turn and come back.
Song for you, song for you, I'll never change! I'll always stand right
here.
"Song for You, Song for You anata no yuku michinori ga shiawase de arimasu
you
Song for You, Song for You koe ni naranai hodo omoi komete inoru yo!"
Song for you, song for you, the journey you travel looks like it will
contain happiness.
Song for you, song for you, the more it becomes impossible to voice, I'll
pray with gathered feelings!
"Boku wa kawaranai yo! itsumo koko de utau yo!"
I'll never change! I'll always sing right here!
"Boku wa kawaranai yo! itsumo koko de utau yo! I just love that song!
Isn't great Nii-sama? It's a little slow, but it has the best tune, ne?"
Mokuba said to Seto. Seto didn't reply. He was having mixed feelings about
the song. He didn't like how it went.
"I'm tired." Mokuba said. "I think I'll go play on my Game-Boy SP."
Mokuba's voice interupted Seto's musings.
"Mokuba, the new games you wanted are all in the living room on the second
floor." Seto said.
"You got them all for me, Nii-sama?" Mokuba said excitedly. He ran to Seto
and hugged him again, then ran downstairs.
Seto turned of the lights and the camera. He left the room and went
downstairs to the waiting limousine that took him everyday to the main
Kaiba Corp. building. His mind was spinning with the song
Boku wa kawaranai yo! itsumo koko de utau yo!
I'll never change! I'll always sing right here!
"I'll never change, I'll sing right here." Seto murmured to himself.
"Did you say something, Kaiba-sama?" the Chauffer asked.
"No." Seto replied.
R&R or R&F
R: PLEASE tell me what you thought about it! And tell me some songs that
would be good for them to sing, as long as they aren't wierd or have too
many bad words. Remember, R&R!