Disclaimer: Don't own it. It would suck if I did anyway.
A/N: I don't know if anybody has written something like this before or not but I'm hoping it's the first. Cookie: I hope! I hope! I hope! I hope! I hope! Erm.. Do you think saying that will make it true? Cookie: Yes. (continues her chant while hopping up and down excitedly) Anyways on with the fic! Oh before I forget Seto, Ryou and all the others are 18 and Mokuba is 14 in this chapter.
What I Want
Mokuba's journal
I'm watching both of you as I write this. I don't know if you know I'm watching, maybe you don't care if I see you with your white haired beauty. Your kissing him and I wish that wasn't so brother. I wish you didn't have him but how can I say such things? You are my brother you have always been there for me, you have always put my happiness before your own. And now that you have some happiness of your own I want to take that from you. I want his chocolate eyes to be filled with love when they look upon me, I want to be the one he moans for, I want to be the one he loves. I want to be the one on that couch with him, the one to stare into his eyes as the firelight flickers illuminating his face. I want what you have but I know that to take him from you would be a betrayal that you couldn't handle.
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Mokuba's POV
My brother and Ryou have stopped kissing long enough to notice me. He brushes away a strand of Ryou's silvery hair before averting his eyes to me.
"What is it Mokuba?" Seto asks, his voice is annoyed and I can see that he wants to be alone with his boyfriend. His hand is still resting on Ryou's waist in an almost possessive way. Does he know? Does he know that if I could take Ryou from him with out it hurting him I would?
" I was just wondering if you could help me with my writing homework." Is my reply. Mostly it is a lie, I could do it by myself but I'll do anything to get Seto away from him.
He sighs, "Mokuba, you know I'm not very good at writing. What's the assignment?" Seto has a look of long suffering on his face and it annoys me. How can he feel annoyed when he has him, when the angel was just in his arms a few seconds ago? But then again I suppose I can understand. I wouldn't want to be interrupted if I was he.
"I have to write an original story. It's supposed to be sixteen pages long. (A/N: This was assignment I had to do. It's what made me like writing, so all thank my wonderful teacher Mrs. Nehrig) I can't come up with any ideas for the plot."
He sighs exasperatedly. I know he can't write to save his life. Seto's mind is best suited to the realm of logic. Which is probably why Kiaba corp. is so successful.
But then something I never thought could happen happens. Ryou looks at Seto and then at me and says "I can help you if you want Mokuba?" If it were in my nature I probably would have fainted at that very second. Him helping me?
I swallow and try to stop a blush from rising to my cheeks "Uh. yeah. That'd be great. I know how Seto hates writing so it would be better if you could any way. Thanks." Inwardly I roll my eyes, wow that sounded great, just great Mokuba.
He untangles himself from my brother's embrace and comes to stand by my chair. I've always loved how he moves; he steps softly and his legs move with such grace. He could be a dancer. I sigh wistfully, how I wish I could dance with him, and he mistakes it as a sign of how much I hate this assignment.
"Don't worry once you have an idea it'll be easy." He bends down to read the guidelines that sit in front of me not realizing that a lock of his unruly hair is brushing against my cheek. I can't help but feel guilty. If he knew the thoughts that are running through my head right now he would blush. Not that that would help because I would find that endearing in itself. His hair is so soft, so perfect, I want to be able to run my fingers through it. I want to feel that silky softness slip through my fingers again and again.
He stands upright again bringing me back to reality. He shakes his head tossing his hair away from his face. Why do I notice his hair so much? I wonder. Do I have a hair fetish? "So have you written any thing before?" I finger my own ebony locks thinking I really do like my own so maybe it's possible.
"Mokuba?" His voice is questioning but not impatient.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was uh. trying to think of an idea for the plot. But no I haven't written anything before except for in class."
"Hmm." He sounds thoughtful and stays silent for a moment. His lips are pressed into a thin line. But even in that state they look warm and inviting. Soft and full. Perfectly kissable.
He sits down in the chair next to me, brown eyes fixed on me. "What do you like to read?" He settles his chin on one elegantly shaped hand. I want to smack myself, now I'm noticing his hands as well. I really shouldn't be obsessing over my brother's boyfriend.
Should I really answer his question? If he new I really like shonnen- ai and yaio he might be worried about how I look at him. If he thinks I'm straight at least I can sneak quick peeks without worrying. "I um. I like adventure stories."
"Right then, try to get ideas from your favorite books. It's as simple as that. I know when I first started to write it took me awhile to get an idea but once I did it was so easy." He smiles and looks around the room. "Got it?"
I nod wishing I could think of something, anything to get him to stay.
"Great! If you need any more help or just want me to read your story over sometime just give me a call, Seto knows my number. Speaking of which where did your brother go?"
"Probably to his office." I reply dejectedly. "It's up the stairs-"
"And to the right, four doors down on the left hand side of the hall." He finishes chuckling softly at my shocked expression. Then he turns heading towards the stairs, walking so elegantly. I really do wonder if he's any form of dance instruction?
A/N: Okay I know that sucked. But this idea has been bugging me sooooo much that I had to write something. I think Mokuba was kinda out of character but maybe that's just me. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. (Cookie still chanting in the background) Especially if it'll get her to shut up. Ciao and thanks for reading!
A/N: I don't know if anybody has written something like this before or not but I'm hoping it's the first. Cookie: I hope! I hope! I hope! I hope! I hope! Erm.. Do you think saying that will make it true? Cookie: Yes. (continues her chant while hopping up and down excitedly) Anyways on with the fic! Oh before I forget Seto, Ryou and all the others are 18 and Mokuba is 14 in this chapter.
What I Want
Mokuba's journal
I'm watching both of you as I write this. I don't know if you know I'm watching, maybe you don't care if I see you with your white haired beauty. Your kissing him and I wish that wasn't so brother. I wish you didn't have him but how can I say such things? You are my brother you have always been there for me, you have always put my happiness before your own. And now that you have some happiness of your own I want to take that from you. I want his chocolate eyes to be filled with love when they look upon me, I want to be the one he moans for, I want to be the one he loves. I want to be the one on that couch with him, the one to stare into his eyes as the firelight flickers illuminating his face. I want what you have but I know that to take him from you would be a betrayal that you couldn't handle.
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Mokuba's POV
My brother and Ryou have stopped kissing long enough to notice me. He brushes away a strand of Ryou's silvery hair before averting his eyes to me.
"What is it Mokuba?" Seto asks, his voice is annoyed and I can see that he wants to be alone with his boyfriend. His hand is still resting on Ryou's waist in an almost possessive way. Does he know? Does he know that if I could take Ryou from him with out it hurting him I would?
" I was just wondering if you could help me with my writing homework." Is my reply. Mostly it is a lie, I could do it by myself but I'll do anything to get Seto away from him.
He sighs, "Mokuba, you know I'm not very good at writing. What's the assignment?" Seto has a look of long suffering on his face and it annoys me. How can he feel annoyed when he has him, when the angel was just in his arms a few seconds ago? But then again I suppose I can understand. I wouldn't want to be interrupted if I was he.
"I have to write an original story. It's supposed to be sixteen pages long. (A/N: This was assignment I had to do. It's what made me like writing, so all thank my wonderful teacher Mrs. Nehrig) I can't come up with any ideas for the plot."
He sighs exasperatedly. I know he can't write to save his life. Seto's mind is best suited to the realm of logic. Which is probably why Kiaba corp. is so successful.
But then something I never thought could happen happens. Ryou looks at Seto and then at me and says "I can help you if you want Mokuba?" If it were in my nature I probably would have fainted at that very second. Him helping me?
I swallow and try to stop a blush from rising to my cheeks "Uh. yeah. That'd be great. I know how Seto hates writing so it would be better if you could any way. Thanks." Inwardly I roll my eyes, wow that sounded great, just great Mokuba.
He untangles himself from my brother's embrace and comes to stand by my chair. I've always loved how he moves; he steps softly and his legs move with such grace. He could be a dancer. I sigh wistfully, how I wish I could dance with him, and he mistakes it as a sign of how much I hate this assignment.
"Don't worry once you have an idea it'll be easy." He bends down to read the guidelines that sit in front of me not realizing that a lock of his unruly hair is brushing against my cheek. I can't help but feel guilty. If he knew the thoughts that are running through my head right now he would blush. Not that that would help because I would find that endearing in itself. His hair is so soft, so perfect, I want to be able to run my fingers through it. I want to feel that silky softness slip through my fingers again and again.
He stands upright again bringing me back to reality. He shakes his head tossing his hair away from his face. Why do I notice his hair so much? I wonder. Do I have a hair fetish? "So have you written any thing before?" I finger my own ebony locks thinking I really do like my own so maybe it's possible.
"Mokuba?" His voice is questioning but not impatient.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was uh. trying to think of an idea for the plot. But no I haven't written anything before except for in class."
"Hmm." He sounds thoughtful and stays silent for a moment. His lips are pressed into a thin line. But even in that state they look warm and inviting. Soft and full. Perfectly kissable.
He sits down in the chair next to me, brown eyes fixed on me. "What do you like to read?" He settles his chin on one elegantly shaped hand. I want to smack myself, now I'm noticing his hands as well. I really shouldn't be obsessing over my brother's boyfriend.
Should I really answer his question? If he new I really like shonnen- ai and yaio he might be worried about how I look at him. If he thinks I'm straight at least I can sneak quick peeks without worrying. "I um. I like adventure stories."
"Right then, try to get ideas from your favorite books. It's as simple as that. I know when I first started to write it took me awhile to get an idea but once I did it was so easy." He smiles and looks around the room. "Got it?"
I nod wishing I could think of something, anything to get him to stay.
"Great! If you need any more help or just want me to read your story over sometime just give me a call, Seto knows my number. Speaking of which where did your brother go?"
"Probably to his office." I reply dejectedly. "It's up the stairs-"
"And to the right, four doors down on the left hand side of the hall." He finishes chuckling softly at my shocked expression. Then he turns heading towards the stairs, walking so elegantly. I really do wonder if he's any form of dance instruction?
A/N: Okay I know that sucked. But this idea has been bugging me sooooo much that I had to write something. I think Mokuba was kinda out of character but maybe that's just me. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. (Cookie still chanting in the background) Especially if it'll get her to shut up. Ciao and thanks for reading!