Looking Good
Mokuba sat in a chair with a towel over his upper body. He had thought it over and talked about it with his brother, now he was going to get his hair cut. Since Kaiba got his new look not too long ago when he started wearing glasses, Mokuba finally decided he should change his appearance as well.
Kaiba gently moved his fingertips through Mokuba's hair. "You're sure you want to have your hair cut?" he asked again, just to make sure.
"I'm sure," the younger brother replied. "I think a new look would be good for me." Mokuba had always liked himself the way he was, but it never hurt to try something new.
"All right," the elder brother replied. He took a pair of scissors and began snipping away. He wasn't much of a stylist, but Mokuba would rather have his hair cut by his brother than anyone else.
After an hour, Kaiba gave his brother a mirror so he could use it to see the back of his head. "So what do you think?"
The younger brother carefully studied his features. His hair was only an inch below his shoulders and neatly combed out so it didn't look so unruly. He gave a satisfied smile. "I like it."
Kaiba smiled. "Good." He removed the towel from around Mokuba and they worked together to clean the hair off from the floor.
"I can't wait to show my friends when I see them tomorrow," Mokuba said excitedly.
"Are you going on another adventure in another world?" the elder brother asked.
"We've been talking about it," the younger brother replied. "We really want to go back to Paris."
Kaiba looked at his brother. He had a feeling his brother was thinking about going back to visit his new friend. Kaiba sighed and removed his glasses. "Mokuba, I know you have a friend back there and I know you care about him, but I want you to be careful. He's the minister's-"
"I know, Seto," Mokuba interrupted. "And I know that the minister is a Dark Master, but you don't have to worry. As long as we're in the cathedral, my friends and I will be safe."
Kaiba was silent for a moment. He had to keep remembering that his brother wasn't a helpless kid anymore and was finally becoming a warrior. The brunette knew that Mokuba could handle himself, but that didn't mean he didn't have to worry about him.
"Besides, the Feast of Fools is coming up," Mokuba added. "We're just going to go to the festival, have a good time, then return to the cathedral, stay another night or two, then come home."
The elder brother finally spoke. "All right, but just to be safe, I'm going with you to Paris."
"What?"
"Don't worry, I'll be with my own friends," Kaiba assured him. "We'll go to this festival to make sure nothing happens."
The younger brother sighed. "Well, okay." He didn't like the idea of his brother coming along, but there was no way he could convince him otherwise. Besides, it wasn't like Kaiba was going to be at Mokuba's side at all times.
As Mokuba finished cleaning the floor, he thought to himself that his brother was sounding like Basil. This caused the lad to wonder if he should tell his brother about his recent adventure in London and how he and his friends met the detective. He thought about it, but then decided to shrug it off. Maybe at a later time.
His thoughts were interrupted as he heard his brother's voice. "So what's your plan for tomorrow?"
Mokuba pulled himself together. "Well, my friends and I have been talking about it and we want to have our own special clubhouse somewhere in the Pure Valley." He gave a light laugh. "I know it sounds silly and childish, but we think it might be fun."
It certainly did sound silly to the elder brother. But he decided to let it be. "So you're going to look around to find an ideal place," he figured. "When you do, do you want me to gather up some of our friends to help you build a clubhouse?"
"Sure," Mokuba answered. "I'll let you know if we need your help." With that being settled, the two brothers went their separate ways. Kaiba returned to his office where Agumon was waiting and Mokuba went to his room to contact his friends.
