The pizza of an above average quality, though to Mokuba's appetite, it
might as well have been spoiled brussel sprouts, as he nibbled on the tip
of the same slice for the last half-hour, not noticing it was getting cold.
Why did my heart so badly... when I left and saw those two under the tree, Yugi was laying on the Spirit's lap, why did I felt like someone stuffed my heart into a hornet's hive? I mean... I use to do it with Seto when I was younger and he would read me stories... But, he told me two years ago that I was getting too old for it, then how come Yugi does the same thing and no one tells him he's acting like a baby! I should... No, I don't think I should ask Seto.
"What's wrong Mokuba? I usually have to fight tooth and nail to get even a single slice, and tonight you're letting your one slice get cold." Seto questioned as he flips the channels then out of sheer boredom switches it onto an American program that lacked color and subtitles just for the noise to break up the abnormal silence.
"Seto," He looks up, trying to crawl onto Seto's lap, "Will you tell me a story?" He looked up at Seto, adding a little pout to his lips to empower his Bambi eyes even more.
"Don't you think you're a little bit too old for stories?" Seto questioned, startled by Mokuba's sudden request. He hasn't asked that in a long time! What's going on? He thought to himself.
"Please...." He pleaded as he made eye contact, batting his eyes.
"Mokuba! You're too old to sit in my lap!" The older brother yelped as he saw where his kid brother was sitting now. He scooped him up, and lays Mokuba next to him. "You sit here, not on my lap; you're too big for that."
"But at least tell me a story!" Mokuba insisted, knowing he can't get on Seto.
"We don't have any storybooks anymore, we got rid of them." Seto shook his head, his resolve dying faster then a may fly.
"Then make one up!" Mokuba called out, and then closed his mouth, startled by the volume and intensity in his voice.
"I'm not any good at that," Seto laughed as he shook his head, hiding a wry smile, seems like hanging around with the morons is actually teaching Mokuba to be more assertive, maybe they aren't so bad after all... he pondered.
"Just try...."
"All right," He sighed as he leaned back against the sofa, trying to think of one. "Let's see. In a land far away in another time, there once lived a young prince. Despite being a prince, he was not happy because his Mother, the Queen was so watchful over him that he felt like a prisoner in his own house, being suffocated under all her love. One day, while the Queen was receiving guests, he decided that he would run away and be free, and so...."
At this point, Mokuba's mind started to wonder again, playing back the afternoon in the park, prodding into every detail, asking questions that are becoming more and more ridiculous. Why him? Why me? Why not, why not earlier, or later? What in the world will Seto think? Or Yami... or even Yugi? I can't tell anyone! They'll just laugh at me, and tell me I'm being an idiot... Does Yugi know? Oh God I hope he doesn't! I can't possibly face him if he did! I wonder if he... Now you're being stupid Mokuba! How could you think-?
Mokuba started to squeal with laughter as Seto pounced on him. His older brother danced his fingers all over his stomach, causing him to giggle and squirm.
"Stop! Heheheha! S-s-stop... Stop!" He cried out as he kicked in the air.
"You ask me for a story, and yet you don't pay attention! I should get you for it!" Seto laughed maniacally as he tickled his little brother mercilessly. After some minutes, he pulled away. "It's bed time, Mokuba." He stated simply.
"Awwwww... Can't I stay up just a teensy bit longer?" Mokuba pleaded between catching his breath.
"No, you got school tomorrow, off you go." Seto herded him upstairs and nearly have to drill him into getting ready for bed. "Mokuba, It's late, and I'm not in the mood to put up with this nonsense, now can we hurry up and go to bed?" He groaned as he grabbed his toothbrush.
"Good night big brother!" Mokuba called out as he leaps onto his bed.
"Good Night Mokuba," Seto smiled in spite of himself as he closed the door, and went into his room.
"Now what, I'm not sleepy..." He whined as he stared up at the glow in the dark stars that he and his brother put up last year. He plucked fuzz balls off of his pajamas, giving out such a melodramatic sigh that would make any Shakespeare enthusiast give a standing ovation. "Mokuba, you are being silly, this may not be a crush after all, but say... some psychological..." He stopped, feeling quite silly for using a word he doesn't know the meaning of, but it sounded very grown up and oddly appropriate for this. "Reason.......... maybe I'm just really jealous of Yugi and won't admit it, I mean everyone likes him, and Yami plays with him, they're kinda like brothers, right? I mean......... Ah! My head hurts......... This isn't getting me anywhere! Maybe things will clear up when I wake up." He rationalized as he snuggled under the covers.
His mind flickered at a fleeting memory of having to double up with his older brother in Orphanage because the place didn't have enough beds, and how safe he felt with Seto's arms around him, and his breathe brushing against his ear, even when it had irritated him to no end. Mokuba then started to wonder why it was okay for kids to share beds and sit in the adult's laps, but teenagers and adults can't? After all the only real difference he saw is that teenagers and grown-ups are generally bigger (Yugi's a big exception to this rule) and can do more things. Grown-ups are confusing and weird, and Seto isn't helping by not explaining things to him; he wondered if his smart older brother even knew why there are such age restrictions on how one behaved with others? It seemed like the older one get, the less one can be affectionate with another unless they're married.
Ugh......... Shut up brain! I want to sleep, stop giving me these awful headaches! Life's not fair! Why does it play such cruel tricks like this?! How come Seto can't be allowed to be a kid? How come people have to be mean like Pegasus? And how come I'm staying up to god know what hour and having to think of all this grown-up stuff that gives me an awful headache and a weird feeling in my gut? It's so not fair! He curled up into a ball, his small body shaking. Why can't Seto and I be normal? I bet normal kids only have to worry about bullies and whether Mom is trying to slip tofu into their food again... He growled in aggravation as he threw a pillow against the far wall, and slammed the other one over his head. Good night, Brain! I'm going to sleep, so stop thinking! He whined plaintively as he started to drift off into slumber land, the troubles temporarily taking flight to wait until the first light of day.
Why did my heart so badly... when I left and saw those two under the tree, Yugi was laying on the Spirit's lap, why did I felt like someone stuffed my heart into a hornet's hive? I mean... I use to do it with Seto when I was younger and he would read me stories... But, he told me two years ago that I was getting too old for it, then how come Yugi does the same thing and no one tells him he's acting like a baby! I should... No, I don't think I should ask Seto.
"What's wrong Mokuba? I usually have to fight tooth and nail to get even a single slice, and tonight you're letting your one slice get cold." Seto questioned as he flips the channels then out of sheer boredom switches it onto an American program that lacked color and subtitles just for the noise to break up the abnormal silence.
"Seto," He looks up, trying to crawl onto Seto's lap, "Will you tell me a story?" He looked up at Seto, adding a little pout to his lips to empower his Bambi eyes even more.
"Don't you think you're a little bit too old for stories?" Seto questioned, startled by Mokuba's sudden request. He hasn't asked that in a long time! What's going on? He thought to himself.
"Please...." He pleaded as he made eye contact, batting his eyes.
"Mokuba! You're too old to sit in my lap!" The older brother yelped as he saw where his kid brother was sitting now. He scooped him up, and lays Mokuba next to him. "You sit here, not on my lap; you're too big for that."
"But at least tell me a story!" Mokuba insisted, knowing he can't get on Seto.
"We don't have any storybooks anymore, we got rid of them." Seto shook his head, his resolve dying faster then a may fly.
"Then make one up!" Mokuba called out, and then closed his mouth, startled by the volume and intensity in his voice.
"I'm not any good at that," Seto laughed as he shook his head, hiding a wry smile, seems like hanging around with the morons is actually teaching Mokuba to be more assertive, maybe they aren't so bad after all... he pondered.
"Just try...."
"All right," He sighed as he leaned back against the sofa, trying to think of one. "Let's see. In a land far away in another time, there once lived a young prince. Despite being a prince, he was not happy because his Mother, the Queen was so watchful over him that he felt like a prisoner in his own house, being suffocated under all her love. One day, while the Queen was receiving guests, he decided that he would run away and be free, and so...."
At this point, Mokuba's mind started to wonder again, playing back the afternoon in the park, prodding into every detail, asking questions that are becoming more and more ridiculous. Why him? Why me? Why not, why not earlier, or later? What in the world will Seto think? Or Yami... or even Yugi? I can't tell anyone! They'll just laugh at me, and tell me I'm being an idiot... Does Yugi know? Oh God I hope he doesn't! I can't possibly face him if he did! I wonder if he... Now you're being stupid Mokuba! How could you think-?
Mokuba started to squeal with laughter as Seto pounced on him. His older brother danced his fingers all over his stomach, causing him to giggle and squirm.
"Stop! Heheheha! S-s-stop... Stop!" He cried out as he kicked in the air.
"You ask me for a story, and yet you don't pay attention! I should get you for it!" Seto laughed maniacally as he tickled his little brother mercilessly. After some minutes, he pulled away. "It's bed time, Mokuba." He stated simply.
"Awwwww... Can't I stay up just a teensy bit longer?" Mokuba pleaded between catching his breath.
"No, you got school tomorrow, off you go." Seto herded him upstairs and nearly have to drill him into getting ready for bed. "Mokuba, It's late, and I'm not in the mood to put up with this nonsense, now can we hurry up and go to bed?" He groaned as he grabbed his toothbrush.
"Good night big brother!" Mokuba called out as he leaps onto his bed.
"Good Night Mokuba," Seto smiled in spite of himself as he closed the door, and went into his room.
"Now what, I'm not sleepy..." He whined as he stared up at the glow in the dark stars that he and his brother put up last year. He plucked fuzz balls off of his pajamas, giving out such a melodramatic sigh that would make any Shakespeare enthusiast give a standing ovation. "Mokuba, you are being silly, this may not be a crush after all, but say... some psychological..." He stopped, feeling quite silly for using a word he doesn't know the meaning of, but it sounded very grown up and oddly appropriate for this. "Reason.......... maybe I'm just really jealous of Yugi and won't admit it, I mean everyone likes him, and Yami plays with him, they're kinda like brothers, right? I mean......... Ah! My head hurts......... This isn't getting me anywhere! Maybe things will clear up when I wake up." He rationalized as he snuggled under the covers.
His mind flickered at a fleeting memory of having to double up with his older brother in Orphanage because the place didn't have enough beds, and how safe he felt with Seto's arms around him, and his breathe brushing against his ear, even when it had irritated him to no end. Mokuba then started to wonder why it was okay for kids to share beds and sit in the adult's laps, but teenagers and adults can't? After all the only real difference he saw is that teenagers and grown-ups are generally bigger (Yugi's a big exception to this rule) and can do more things. Grown-ups are confusing and weird, and Seto isn't helping by not explaining things to him; he wondered if his smart older brother even knew why there are such age restrictions on how one behaved with others? It seemed like the older one get, the less one can be affectionate with another unless they're married.
Ugh......... Shut up brain! I want to sleep, stop giving me these awful headaches! Life's not fair! Why does it play such cruel tricks like this?! How come Seto can't be allowed to be a kid? How come people have to be mean like Pegasus? And how come I'm staying up to god know what hour and having to think of all this grown-up stuff that gives me an awful headache and a weird feeling in my gut? It's so not fair! He curled up into a ball, his small body shaking. Why can't Seto and I be normal? I bet normal kids only have to worry about bullies and whether Mom is trying to slip tofu into their food again... He growled in aggravation as he threw a pillow against the far wall, and slammed the other one over his head. Good night, Brain! I'm going to sleep, so stop thinking! He whined plaintively as he started to drift off into slumber land, the troubles temporarily taking flight to wait until the first light of day.