It was another beautiful day, and finally Seto gave himself a day off! Sun
is shining, birds are singing, and he's being tickled mercilessly by his
older brother, what more would he want? Well, perhaps a double scoop of ice
cream covered with hot fudge and caramel dabbed with crumbled up cookie
crumbs, but that's not the point. The point was that his brother was
playing with him, and had left that godforsaken briefcase at home.
Briefcases are the work of the Devil, or so Mokuba thought.
They stopped playing as they saw Yugi and his friends come over, Mokuba's heart sank, he knew that there would always be fighting whenever His brother meets with Yugi's group, mostly between Seto and that stupid Joey Wheeler; Seto's right, he is a dog. He started to walk off to a little ways off so he can avoid hearing the ranting dog.
There was silence, no screaming, no 'Stop calling me a puppy!' or 'Down boy!' or 'Can't we all just get along', Just quiet. He spun around, trying to make sense of the eerie lack of noise, after all if you're referring to Yugi and friends, you know that noise is abound, and add Seto to mix, there's a literal scream match waiting to happen.
All of them were gone! They simply vanished into the air! Wait... someone's coming, who were they? Seto, and Yugi! Yami's also there... Weird, Why is Yami showing himself now? I thought that Yami only showed himself to Yugi... I saw him outside of Yugi's body by accident that one time, so he knows it's not wroth the trouble of hiding if I came onto them... but why is he showing himself to my brother? They hate each other!
"Seto, Yugi! What's going on? Where did anyone go?!" Mokuba cried out, running for them, finding his had started to become heavy as cement.
"Gone." Yugi answered his voice was flat and expressionless, just like the blank glassy look in his eyes.
"Where though?! Seto, what is going on?! Please answer me!" Mokuba pleaded, grabbing for their hands, but found them to be withdrawing into the shadows. "No! Come Back! Please Come Back! Don't Leave Me Alone!"
"What's the matter, Little Boy? Afraid of being abandoned?" A sickeningly familiar voice laughed in his ear, the voice was like fermented peaches, vile and sweet, completely sickening, and intoxicating, and no matter how much he hated the voice he doesn't want to stop listening to it.
Mokuba stifled a cry as an awful gold light blinded him. It wasn't warm or pleasant, despite its sun-like hue, it rivaled the chill winds of the arctic winters, freezing blood and soul, sowing despair and reaping hopelessness from the boy; only one thing had this affect on him....
"Don't worry Kaiba-Boy... I'll take prefect care of you..." Pegasus cooed as he scooped the young Kaiba in his arms. "After all, who would take care of you now? They will never come back."
"Not True!" Mokuba sobbed, unable to convince himself. "You're lying! What did you do to them?!"
"Nothing, Mokuba, they said they were fed up with dealing with a little brat like you. Such a shame isn't it, but your mine now." He threw his head back laughing as Mokuba screamed.
He keep screaming even while inhuman beasts yanked him from the man's arms, screaming while they dragged into the darkness, screaming while Pegasus watched.
Screaming while he shook him... Wait, Where was here? Mokuba blinked as he stared into icy eyes that in ways differed and much agreed with his own. What the hell...?
"Mokuba! You were having a nightmare!" Seto explained, as he pulled his little brother close to him in a crushing embrace. "Ssshh... It's all right now... I'm here, there's nothing that will get you, Shhhh... there, there, I'm here, I'm not leaving your side, calm down, it was just a bad dream, and nothing else." He whispered, rocking gently as he rubbed his little brother's back, as Mokuba sobbed and hiccuped into his silk PJ's, his throat torn from the screams he let out.
"Oh god... Don't ever leave me!" Mokuba shivered cuddling closer to his brother. "Just... Don't Ever Abandoned Me!"
"That bad? I promise that I won't do such a thing." The older brother whispered as he pulled Mokuba onto his lap, cradling him.
For nearly a half hour, nothing more is said, the brothers just taking comfort in each other, Seto humming a soft melody that they both long since forgotten name and words to it, only that it was a shred of memory from their real parents. His tired and frightened mind started to calm down, letting serenity and imagination take over.
He could imagine this, Seto cradling him just like this under the big shady oak in the park, a perfect day, and that school got canceled. Then his imagination danced around again, with Yugi kneeling next to Seto, both talking amiably like life-long friends, that would've been even better... even better when Yugi pulled him into a great hug, not too loose, not too tight, and not too stiffly, and cuddling close as well as hugging. And then a kiss, a quick little peck on the cheek, like he used to give to his brother before going off to school, and then a real kiss, just like the ones that the princes give to the princesses in those animated movies...
A soft sound startled Mokuba out of his train of thought as he looked up, seeing those blue eyes fluttered close, as Seto's breathing started to lighten. He stifled a giggle as Seto started to whistle slightly as he dozed off; It was funny, the lullaby was for him, but it was his big brother that falls asleep! Well... admittedly, he's feeling tired as his brother, with a mumbled prayer to whoever would listen, and snuggled against his brother to sleep again.
A loud obnoxious buzzing startled the boys into the waking world. Mokuba swore that he would murder the inventor the alarm clock while Seto nearly passed out from panic.
"Damn! I slept in, Mokuba, we better hurry or I'll be late!" The older Kaiba bolted from his bed, and dashed to his bedroom, while mumbling under his breath about teachers and water buckets, whatever that means.
With a loud moan of dismay, he shuffled to his dresser, wondering why, oh why can't everyday be Saturday or Sunday. He hated his uniform, absolutely hated it, it reminded him too much of a duck, especially when it rains and he has to use the regulated yellow umbrella as well. He gets so sick of the adults cooing and saying 'Awww... make way for the ducklings!' Only girls and babies are supposed to be cute! It's just revolting.
"Seto, what about breakfast?" He cried out as Seto bolted out the front door, and out of habit slamming it shut. "I think he's gonna be late no matter how fast he runs...." He sighed as he poured himself a bowl of raisin bran, it wasn't the colorful sugary breakfast one expects a little kid to eat, but it was still good, and he quickly finished it.
"Good grief... He forgot his briefcase!" Mokuba yelped seeing the object in question lying on the entryway table. "He'll be in trouble for sure! But the chauffeur doesn't come here until after school, well, can't do anything about it, so I might as well get ready myself." He shrugged as he grabbed his yellow school cap and duck-yellow backpack, and stuffed it with his homework and sketchbook; which Seto got for him after numerous complaints of him doodling on schoolwork by the teachers and zipped the bag closed. He skipped out of the house, closing the door behind him, and joined the entourage of similarly dressed children on their regulated route to school.
Throughout the day, Mokuba just could not concentrate on school, he spent most of his day doodling and day-dreaming; luckily the one time he was called on, he unwittingly gave the right answer, though the math teacher was concerned by the distracted look in his eye. Or was he concerned that Mokuba actually didn't scowl the answer out with a look that reads 'Buzz off'?
He doodled many things, he drew monsters of all shape and sizes, some from duel monsters, some from imagination, all much more exciting then homonyms and antonyms. Other times his brother, Yugi, and other people graced the papers, laughing in ecosystems and predator's faces, sometimes he placed himself, with Seto, with the blue eyes, or increasingly through the hours, Yugi. Standing, sitting with each other, even in one sketch hugging and laughing. Though not as good as Seto's drawings by far, his sketches read the expressions clearly, as he started to write more then doodle. Not anything productive of course, his mind simply would not allowed it.
'Mokuba + Yugi, Yugi + Mokuba, I luv Yugi, does Yugi like me?'..... Yeah, I got it bad, I hope no one looks in here! They'll be dead if they tried! Hmm... What should I do? Hey, Sage knows everything, and he doesn't laugh at anyone, I can ask him! Mokuba smiled to himself, waiting desperately for recess so he can asked the sagely Sage for advice. What a time for time to play it's tricks of relativity, for what seemed like a gazillion years to him, the clock slowly crawled up to the hour of eating.
"Yes!" he yelled cheerfully as he sprang from the desk as the ring of the lunch bell temporarily relieved the students from their work, and they bolted for the door. The raven-haired Kaiba managed to get to the playground before the teachers could get him in trouble for yelling. "Sage! Hey Sage, I wish to talk to you." He called out to the golden-locked boy under the tree.
"What is Mokuba?" He asked as he puts down his comic book, his glasses glistening in the light, the glare hiding his pale lavender eyes. Eyes only a few shades lighter then Yugi's... The sky-eyed boy realized that fact as he gulped, fighting a blush. "Well?"
"Well Sage..." He trailed off, flustering as he weave his fingers together. "Since you know a lot of things..." He mumbled, the kneeled in front of Sage, he clasped his hands over his head as he bow slightly. "Please don't tell anyone about this, or else I'll get wedgied for a week!" He pleaded, looking up at Sage with Bambi eyes.
"All right, I promise on my comic book collection that I won't tell." Sage smiled in a soothing manner. Sage Minotsu, the twelve-year-old comic book collector, advisor for the forlorn and the human confession booth leaned against the tree, nodding for Mokuba to begin.
"You see... I really, really like someone can I don't know what to do about it, I mean, I don't think this person knows it, and I don't know how this person feels...." He explained avoiding gender pronouns and other references on purpose. If the other kids find out about this... He'll be humiliated until he's an old man!
"Ah, another crush scenario, well then Mokuba, there's a few things you can do..." Sage waved a finger, his brain going over suspects as he watched the younger boy shifted his weight uncomfortably. "One, you can wait it out, if it's a crush, it'll be gone say in a few weeks, or a couple of months."
"No! It's not a crush!" Mokuba exclaimed, slamming a hand against the hard ground.
"Yea, I believe you." Sage responded coolly, that kind of denial was all too common. After all, 'crushes are for sissies and girls', so quoted the very boy who stood in front of him asking for advice. "Well then... This what I would recommend...." He motioned for Mokuba to lean in closer. "First you..." He whispered into the boy's ear of all the secrets he learned from observing others, though in his mind he had a feeling that Mokuba's situation wasn't quite normal.
They stopped playing as they saw Yugi and his friends come over, Mokuba's heart sank, he knew that there would always be fighting whenever His brother meets with Yugi's group, mostly between Seto and that stupid Joey Wheeler; Seto's right, he is a dog. He started to walk off to a little ways off so he can avoid hearing the ranting dog.
There was silence, no screaming, no 'Stop calling me a puppy!' or 'Down boy!' or 'Can't we all just get along', Just quiet. He spun around, trying to make sense of the eerie lack of noise, after all if you're referring to Yugi and friends, you know that noise is abound, and add Seto to mix, there's a literal scream match waiting to happen.
All of them were gone! They simply vanished into the air! Wait... someone's coming, who were they? Seto, and Yugi! Yami's also there... Weird, Why is Yami showing himself now? I thought that Yami only showed himself to Yugi... I saw him outside of Yugi's body by accident that one time, so he knows it's not wroth the trouble of hiding if I came onto them... but why is he showing himself to my brother? They hate each other!
"Seto, Yugi! What's going on? Where did anyone go?!" Mokuba cried out, running for them, finding his had started to become heavy as cement.
"Gone." Yugi answered his voice was flat and expressionless, just like the blank glassy look in his eyes.
"Where though?! Seto, what is going on?! Please answer me!" Mokuba pleaded, grabbing for their hands, but found them to be withdrawing into the shadows. "No! Come Back! Please Come Back! Don't Leave Me Alone!"
"What's the matter, Little Boy? Afraid of being abandoned?" A sickeningly familiar voice laughed in his ear, the voice was like fermented peaches, vile and sweet, completely sickening, and intoxicating, and no matter how much he hated the voice he doesn't want to stop listening to it.
Mokuba stifled a cry as an awful gold light blinded him. It wasn't warm or pleasant, despite its sun-like hue, it rivaled the chill winds of the arctic winters, freezing blood and soul, sowing despair and reaping hopelessness from the boy; only one thing had this affect on him....
"Don't worry Kaiba-Boy... I'll take prefect care of you..." Pegasus cooed as he scooped the young Kaiba in his arms. "After all, who would take care of you now? They will never come back."
"Not True!" Mokuba sobbed, unable to convince himself. "You're lying! What did you do to them?!"
"Nothing, Mokuba, they said they were fed up with dealing with a little brat like you. Such a shame isn't it, but your mine now." He threw his head back laughing as Mokuba screamed.
He keep screaming even while inhuman beasts yanked him from the man's arms, screaming while they dragged into the darkness, screaming while Pegasus watched.
Screaming while he shook him... Wait, Where was here? Mokuba blinked as he stared into icy eyes that in ways differed and much agreed with his own. What the hell...?
"Mokuba! You were having a nightmare!" Seto explained, as he pulled his little brother close to him in a crushing embrace. "Ssshh... It's all right now... I'm here, there's nothing that will get you, Shhhh... there, there, I'm here, I'm not leaving your side, calm down, it was just a bad dream, and nothing else." He whispered, rocking gently as he rubbed his little brother's back, as Mokuba sobbed and hiccuped into his silk PJ's, his throat torn from the screams he let out.
"Oh god... Don't ever leave me!" Mokuba shivered cuddling closer to his brother. "Just... Don't Ever Abandoned Me!"
"That bad? I promise that I won't do such a thing." The older brother whispered as he pulled Mokuba onto his lap, cradling him.
For nearly a half hour, nothing more is said, the brothers just taking comfort in each other, Seto humming a soft melody that they both long since forgotten name and words to it, only that it was a shred of memory from their real parents. His tired and frightened mind started to calm down, letting serenity and imagination take over.
He could imagine this, Seto cradling him just like this under the big shady oak in the park, a perfect day, and that school got canceled. Then his imagination danced around again, with Yugi kneeling next to Seto, both talking amiably like life-long friends, that would've been even better... even better when Yugi pulled him into a great hug, not too loose, not too tight, and not too stiffly, and cuddling close as well as hugging. And then a kiss, a quick little peck on the cheek, like he used to give to his brother before going off to school, and then a real kiss, just like the ones that the princes give to the princesses in those animated movies...
A soft sound startled Mokuba out of his train of thought as he looked up, seeing those blue eyes fluttered close, as Seto's breathing started to lighten. He stifled a giggle as Seto started to whistle slightly as he dozed off; It was funny, the lullaby was for him, but it was his big brother that falls asleep! Well... admittedly, he's feeling tired as his brother, with a mumbled prayer to whoever would listen, and snuggled against his brother to sleep again.
A loud obnoxious buzzing startled the boys into the waking world. Mokuba swore that he would murder the inventor the alarm clock while Seto nearly passed out from panic.
"Damn! I slept in, Mokuba, we better hurry or I'll be late!" The older Kaiba bolted from his bed, and dashed to his bedroom, while mumbling under his breath about teachers and water buckets, whatever that means.
With a loud moan of dismay, he shuffled to his dresser, wondering why, oh why can't everyday be Saturday or Sunday. He hated his uniform, absolutely hated it, it reminded him too much of a duck, especially when it rains and he has to use the regulated yellow umbrella as well. He gets so sick of the adults cooing and saying 'Awww... make way for the ducklings!' Only girls and babies are supposed to be cute! It's just revolting.
"Seto, what about breakfast?" He cried out as Seto bolted out the front door, and out of habit slamming it shut. "I think he's gonna be late no matter how fast he runs...." He sighed as he poured himself a bowl of raisin bran, it wasn't the colorful sugary breakfast one expects a little kid to eat, but it was still good, and he quickly finished it.
"Good grief... He forgot his briefcase!" Mokuba yelped seeing the object in question lying on the entryway table. "He'll be in trouble for sure! But the chauffeur doesn't come here until after school, well, can't do anything about it, so I might as well get ready myself." He shrugged as he grabbed his yellow school cap and duck-yellow backpack, and stuffed it with his homework and sketchbook; which Seto got for him after numerous complaints of him doodling on schoolwork by the teachers and zipped the bag closed. He skipped out of the house, closing the door behind him, and joined the entourage of similarly dressed children on their regulated route to school.
Throughout the day, Mokuba just could not concentrate on school, he spent most of his day doodling and day-dreaming; luckily the one time he was called on, he unwittingly gave the right answer, though the math teacher was concerned by the distracted look in his eye. Or was he concerned that Mokuba actually didn't scowl the answer out with a look that reads 'Buzz off'?
He doodled many things, he drew monsters of all shape and sizes, some from duel monsters, some from imagination, all much more exciting then homonyms and antonyms. Other times his brother, Yugi, and other people graced the papers, laughing in ecosystems and predator's faces, sometimes he placed himself, with Seto, with the blue eyes, or increasingly through the hours, Yugi. Standing, sitting with each other, even in one sketch hugging and laughing. Though not as good as Seto's drawings by far, his sketches read the expressions clearly, as he started to write more then doodle. Not anything productive of course, his mind simply would not allowed it.
'Mokuba + Yugi, Yugi + Mokuba, I luv Yugi, does Yugi like me?'..... Yeah, I got it bad, I hope no one looks in here! They'll be dead if they tried! Hmm... What should I do? Hey, Sage knows everything, and he doesn't laugh at anyone, I can ask him! Mokuba smiled to himself, waiting desperately for recess so he can asked the sagely Sage for advice. What a time for time to play it's tricks of relativity, for what seemed like a gazillion years to him, the clock slowly crawled up to the hour of eating.
"Yes!" he yelled cheerfully as he sprang from the desk as the ring of the lunch bell temporarily relieved the students from their work, and they bolted for the door. The raven-haired Kaiba managed to get to the playground before the teachers could get him in trouble for yelling. "Sage! Hey Sage, I wish to talk to you." He called out to the golden-locked boy under the tree.
"What is Mokuba?" He asked as he puts down his comic book, his glasses glistening in the light, the glare hiding his pale lavender eyes. Eyes only a few shades lighter then Yugi's... The sky-eyed boy realized that fact as he gulped, fighting a blush. "Well?"
"Well Sage..." He trailed off, flustering as he weave his fingers together. "Since you know a lot of things..." He mumbled, the kneeled in front of Sage, he clasped his hands over his head as he bow slightly. "Please don't tell anyone about this, or else I'll get wedgied for a week!" He pleaded, looking up at Sage with Bambi eyes.
"All right, I promise on my comic book collection that I won't tell." Sage smiled in a soothing manner. Sage Minotsu, the twelve-year-old comic book collector, advisor for the forlorn and the human confession booth leaned against the tree, nodding for Mokuba to begin.
"You see... I really, really like someone can I don't know what to do about it, I mean, I don't think this person knows it, and I don't know how this person feels...." He explained avoiding gender pronouns and other references on purpose. If the other kids find out about this... He'll be humiliated until he's an old man!
"Ah, another crush scenario, well then Mokuba, there's a few things you can do..." Sage waved a finger, his brain going over suspects as he watched the younger boy shifted his weight uncomfortably. "One, you can wait it out, if it's a crush, it'll be gone say in a few weeks, or a couple of months."
"No! It's not a crush!" Mokuba exclaimed, slamming a hand against the hard ground.
"Yea, I believe you." Sage responded coolly, that kind of denial was all too common. After all, 'crushes are for sissies and girls', so quoted the very boy who stood in front of him asking for advice. "Well then... This what I would recommend...." He motioned for Mokuba to lean in closer. "First you..." He whispered into the boy's ear of all the secrets he learned from observing others, though in his mind he had a feeling that Mokuba's situation wasn't quite normal.