Why I wrote this chappie the way it is:
I like messing with Seto's head, and... My muses want me to lead this story to a certain conclusion. *mutter* Hentai muses.
But, even though one expects crude language in this, I'm refraining from it, I don't want to have to jack up the rating more. ~~~
Seto ran his fingers through his red-brown locks, taking in a deep breath as he picked up the list he found on the coffee table, it was obviously his little brother's handwriting, only he would put the extra curl in the uppercase 'G'.
Is Mokuba finally noticing other people in that way? Or is he trying to tell me something? Feh, as if he tries to convince to go out with someone after my constant resistance to his little matchmaking schemes in the past. Seto sighed as he shook his head, perhaps he's going have to give Mokuba the 'talk' he's been dreading since his brother turned eleven last year.
After all, if he can't quite handle reading about it, how in the world is he going to survive trying to explain to Mokuba about the birds and bees? Knowing himself, he thinks he'll probably slip up in just the right places to traumatize the poor kid.
"Oh! Hi Nii-san! I didn't think you would be home early!" The soft cheerful voiced called out as the older Kaiba heard the door swung open, and then slammed onto its hinges.
"I got work done early, uhm...." He trailed off, not sure how to start. "Mokuba, I think we need to talk." Seto started, his expression drawn up in absolute embarrassment, he can feel his cheeks burning, he hope his voice didn't sound weak.
"Oh... Okay, what do you want to talk about?" He asked, his stormy eyes slightly wide with surprise and confusion... Seto's blushing! He has never... ever seen his cheek turn shell-pink, let alone the brilliant scarlet he is sporting now that clashed terribly with his hair.
What were they going to talk about that would be so embarrassing? The raven- haired teen asked himself, then felt a strange giddiness as he tried to guess what it was before his brother could open his mouth. Did he finally find someone who can make him happy?! If that's it, then that's great! Maybe Seto's embarrassed because it's a guy, or just unusual? Well, Nii- Sama, I don't care who it is, as long as they treat you well.
"Well, little brother, I've been noticing you were coming to a certain age...." He groaned inwardly, being reminded of the cheesy sex education movies from the 50's that health class showed as a demonstration of how sexuality had evolved over time. "I mean, to be blunt...."
"We're going to talk about sex, right? How two people fuck, am I correct?" Mokuba responded, trying to hide slight disappointed, after all, according to him, he thinks his brother should be spending his free time with either him or some lucky fellow, not at work.
"Mokuba!" Seto shouted, finding that somehow he could blush even more as he slapped a hand over his face, shutting his crystalline blue eyes tightly. "Please don't use such language... All right, tell me what you know." He sighed wistfully, immediately regretting his question.
And regret it he did, for his brother gave him brutally honest answers of what he knew, and what he think he did, in such language that would even make a seasoned U.S Marine faint with horror, let alone a seventeen-year old with very little non-business social skills.
Oh why, oh why did he have to phrase the question like that? The brunette bemoaned, shaking his head wildly at some of the...ahem... creative word choice and description.
"All right, enough, I see you know the... physical aspect of it, may I ask where?" Seto raised a hand, cutting Mokuba off in mid-sentence.
"Health Class, Basho's dishoueniji." He shrugged, then immediately wanted to kick himself for mentioning the last part.
"One of your friends has been exposing you pornography?!" Yup, Mokuba really shouldn't have mention that as the elder Kaiba nearly hit the roof as his eyebrows shot straight up. Shit, if something isn't done, Seto would certainly try to kill the said friend.
"It's not pornography, honest! It's just a bit... graphic-intensive." He muttered weakly. Okay, stupid argument Mokuba... better think of something different! "I mean, I just caught him with it one time, he tried to bribe me not to tell the teacher by showing me what he was looking at."
"'Tried'?"
"He got caught any ways." The younger brother shrugged as he brushed black locks from his slate-toned eyes.
"Serves him right." Seto snorted, his arms going across the slender torso, and then lean forward in the armchair. "Mokuba, the reason I was trying to talk to you about is because I've noticed you have been starting to pay attention to other people in certain way...." He immediately clamed up, hoping to whatever deity that existed that it didn't turned out as dirty as he thought it did.
"Oh... yea... guess I'm kinda doing that... haven't been paying much attention... I guess." He fibbed partially, it was his turn to be uncomfortable and in the hot seat.
Oh god, please don't let him ask me if I like someone! The pre-teen pleaded in his mind, he could just picture his Oniisan overreacting to it and take the whole thing negatively.
"Mokuba, is there someone you have in mind? You look as though you are nervous." Seto asked softly as he places a hand on his little brother's slender shoulder.
"I... I don't think I'm ready to tell." His breath hitches as he turned away, blushing softly.
"I don't care if it is a man, Mokuba, if that is what you are worried about." His expression grew uncharacteristically soft as he pulled Mokuba into a firm, but gentle embrace, as if to reassure of what he was saying was true. The brunette nuzzled against his little brother's thick, silky jet hair, unconsciously pulling him closer.
He actually had mixed feelings on this, part of him is happy that Mokuba is growing up and seeing interest in the world beyond them and games. However, there's another part of him that wanted to keep his little brother close to him for the rest of their lives and never out of his sight for even a second.
"Uh... Big Brother... Air." The younger boy gasp quietly. Though he liked Seto being affectionate like this, but even he needed to breathe.
"Sorry, kiddo." He apologized sheepishly, and slowly let go of him. "Well then, I think it's late enough that we should find something to eat, okay?" Seto asked after several minutes of uncomfortable and complete silence.
"Okay, how about Italian?" Mokuba beamed in an attempt to hide the tension in the air.
"Sounds good." Seto shrugged. "Should we order take-out or go to a restaurant?"
"I don't think they do take out for Italian." Mokuba scrunched his faced into a thoughtful expression. "How about going to that Peacock's Banquet that opened last month? I heard it's good."
"All right then, go upstairs and get ready, It's a suit and tie place." Seto chuckled as he gently pushed his brother towards the stairs.
Maybe I should cut down on my work, It'll probably do good to see my brother a bit more often during this time, the older brother told himself as he watched the beautiful dark hair sway with every movement his little brother made.
"God, I'll miss him when he moves out...." Seto whispered to himself, shaking his head slowly as his sapphire eyes slid shut.
"What was that Nii-san?"
"Nothing, let's get out to the limousine before it gets too late." Seto redirected his brother's attention as they entered the awaiting automobile, and drove off into the night.
I like messing with Seto's head, and... My muses want me to lead this story to a certain conclusion. *mutter* Hentai muses.
But, even though one expects crude language in this, I'm refraining from it, I don't want to have to jack up the rating more. ~~~
Seto ran his fingers through his red-brown locks, taking in a deep breath as he picked up the list he found on the coffee table, it was obviously his little brother's handwriting, only he would put the extra curl in the uppercase 'G'.
Is Mokuba finally noticing other people in that way? Or is he trying to tell me something? Feh, as if he tries to convince to go out with someone after my constant resistance to his little matchmaking schemes in the past. Seto sighed as he shook his head, perhaps he's going have to give Mokuba the 'talk' he's been dreading since his brother turned eleven last year.
After all, if he can't quite handle reading about it, how in the world is he going to survive trying to explain to Mokuba about the birds and bees? Knowing himself, he thinks he'll probably slip up in just the right places to traumatize the poor kid.
"Oh! Hi Nii-san! I didn't think you would be home early!" The soft cheerful voiced called out as the older Kaiba heard the door swung open, and then slammed onto its hinges.
"I got work done early, uhm...." He trailed off, not sure how to start. "Mokuba, I think we need to talk." Seto started, his expression drawn up in absolute embarrassment, he can feel his cheeks burning, he hope his voice didn't sound weak.
"Oh... Okay, what do you want to talk about?" He asked, his stormy eyes slightly wide with surprise and confusion... Seto's blushing! He has never... ever seen his cheek turn shell-pink, let alone the brilliant scarlet he is sporting now that clashed terribly with his hair.
What were they going to talk about that would be so embarrassing? The raven- haired teen asked himself, then felt a strange giddiness as he tried to guess what it was before his brother could open his mouth. Did he finally find someone who can make him happy?! If that's it, then that's great! Maybe Seto's embarrassed because it's a guy, or just unusual? Well, Nii- Sama, I don't care who it is, as long as they treat you well.
"Well, little brother, I've been noticing you were coming to a certain age...." He groaned inwardly, being reminded of the cheesy sex education movies from the 50's that health class showed as a demonstration of how sexuality had evolved over time. "I mean, to be blunt...."
"We're going to talk about sex, right? How two people fuck, am I correct?" Mokuba responded, trying to hide slight disappointed, after all, according to him, he thinks his brother should be spending his free time with either him or some lucky fellow, not at work.
"Mokuba!" Seto shouted, finding that somehow he could blush even more as he slapped a hand over his face, shutting his crystalline blue eyes tightly. "Please don't use such language... All right, tell me what you know." He sighed wistfully, immediately regretting his question.
And regret it he did, for his brother gave him brutally honest answers of what he knew, and what he think he did, in such language that would even make a seasoned U.S Marine faint with horror, let alone a seventeen-year old with very little non-business social skills.
Oh why, oh why did he have to phrase the question like that? The brunette bemoaned, shaking his head wildly at some of the...ahem... creative word choice and description.
"All right, enough, I see you know the... physical aspect of it, may I ask where?" Seto raised a hand, cutting Mokuba off in mid-sentence.
"Health Class, Basho's dishoueniji." He shrugged, then immediately wanted to kick himself for mentioning the last part.
"One of your friends has been exposing you pornography?!" Yup, Mokuba really shouldn't have mention that as the elder Kaiba nearly hit the roof as his eyebrows shot straight up. Shit, if something isn't done, Seto would certainly try to kill the said friend.
"It's not pornography, honest! It's just a bit... graphic-intensive." He muttered weakly. Okay, stupid argument Mokuba... better think of something different! "I mean, I just caught him with it one time, he tried to bribe me not to tell the teacher by showing me what he was looking at."
"'Tried'?"
"He got caught any ways." The younger brother shrugged as he brushed black locks from his slate-toned eyes.
"Serves him right." Seto snorted, his arms going across the slender torso, and then lean forward in the armchair. "Mokuba, the reason I was trying to talk to you about is because I've noticed you have been starting to pay attention to other people in certain way...." He immediately clamed up, hoping to whatever deity that existed that it didn't turned out as dirty as he thought it did.
"Oh... yea... guess I'm kinda doing that... haven't been paying much attention... I guess." He fibbed partially, it was his turn to be uncomfortable and in the hot seat.
Oh god, please don't let him ask me if I like someone! The pre-teen pleaded in his mind, he could just picture his Oniisan overreacting to it and take the whole thing negatively.
"Mokuba, is there someone you have in mind? You look as though you are nervous." Seto asked softly as he places a hand on his little brother's slender shoulder.
"I... I don't think I'm ready to tell." His breath hitches as he turned away, blushing softly.
"I don't care if it is a man, Mokuba, if that is what you are worried about." His expression grew uncharacteristically soft as he pulled Mokuba into a firm, but gentle embrace, as if to reassure of what he was saying was true. The brunette nuzzled against his little brother's thick, silky jet hair, unconsciously pulling him closer.
He actually had mixed feelings on this, part of him is happy that Mokuba is growing up and seeing interest in the world beyond them and games. However, there's another part of him that wanted to keep his little brother close to him for the rest of their lives and never out of his sight for even a second.
"Uh... Big Brother... Air." The younger boy gasp quietly. Though he liked Seto being affectionate like this, but even he needed to breathe.
"Sorry, kiddo." He apologized sheepishly, and slowly let go of him. "Well then, I think it's late enough that we should find something to eat, okay?" Seto asked after several minutes of uncomfortable and complete silence.
"Okay, how about Italian?" Mokuba beamed in an attempt to hide the tension in the air.
"Sounds good." Seto shrugged. "Should we order take-out or go to a restaurant?"
"I don't think they do take out for Italian." Mokuba scrunched his faced into a thoughtful expression. "How about going to that Peacock's Banquet that opened last month? I heard it's good."
"All right then, go upstairs and get ready, It's a suit and tie place." Seto chuckled as he gently pushed his brother towards the stairs.
Maybe I should cut down on my work, It'll probably do good to see my brother a bit more often during this time, the older brother told himself as he watched the beautiful dark hair sway with every movement his little brother made.
"God, I'll miss him when he moves out...." Seto whispered to himself, shaking his head slowly as his sapphire eyes slid shut.
"What was that Nii-san?"
"Nothing, let's get out to the limousine before it gets too late." Seto redirected his brother's attention as they entered the awaiting automobile, and drove off into the night.