Windswift: I'm back!!! And it's time to torture Seto!!!
Seto: -_- You're far too happy about this . . .
Windswift: Ah, but there are more subtle ways of torture . . .
Bakura: XD I'm not a victim this time!!!
Windswift: (evil grin) Hai, you are, actually
Bakura: . . . .
Windswift: You're doing the disclaimer ^^
Bakura: No
Windswift: Do you want me to turn my attention to torturing you?
Bakura: IF WINDSWIFT DOESN'T OWN US WHY THE HELL DOES SHE HAVE SO MUCH POWER OVER US?!?!?!
Windswift: (blinks) Um . . . I'll count that this time . . .
Bakura: I'd be a lot happier if you didn't have the control over me that you do . . . .
Windswift: Well, at least I'm not torturing you with siblings
Bakura: Do I have a sibling?
Kristinati: (gives Windswift a flying glomp) KONNICHI WA! AH! It's the freaky evil guy!!!
Bakura: ?
Kristinati: Lookie, it's Seto! And Mokuba! They're the Chipmunk brothers!!!
Seto: What . . . the . . .?
Seto: This is almost worse than Andrea . . .
Mokuba: I'm scared
Kristinati: See, it's your picture (shows him the picture of him in the locket from Duelist Kingdom) You look like a chipmunk!!!
Windswift: I am not responsible for my sister's insanity . . . .
Seto: You have my sympathy. Now get rid of her.
Kristinati: ON TO THE FIC!!!
((+)~
Only For A Sibling
Once upon a time, there was a high priest in Ancient Egypt. But that's not the story I'm writing today. Though, in a way, it does concern that boy, this has rather more to do with a certain CEO of Kaiba Corp. . . . .
~*~*~*~
Seto Kaiba was already awake, ready for school, and researching new technology on his computer at the time most of his peers would be only just getting up. Perhaps that efficient nature had something to do with becoming the head of a company at a young age.
A timid knock sounded at his door, something that didn't happen every day.
"Come in." His eyes never wavered from the computer screen.
"Seto?" Mokuba called. Seto turned to face him - despite the fact that he seemed cold, he loved his little brother more than anything.
"Nii-sama, I don't feel well. Will you stay home with me today?" He looked adorable with his pleading, tired eyes and rumpled halo of black hair.
Any resolve Seto had was weakening, and he couldn't help but smile at him.
"Of course."
He picked him up and plopped him on the bed. "Wait just a minute, okay?" Mokuba smiled and nodded, cuddling up with one of his brother's pillows. [So kawaii! ^^ ]
Seto went into the bathroom to change his clothes. After all, why wear his school uniform if he wasn't going?
He went back into his bedroom and scooped up Mokuba to carry him downstairs. The younger Kaiba brother hugged him around the neck.
"Arigato, big brother!"
Seto chuckled. "You're welcome."
"Can I watch TV?"
"Sure." He set Mokuba down, who promptly went off in search of a nice, warm blanket. Seto meanwhile began the hunt for the remote control.
He soon spied it under the coffee table, and prepared to leave the room after he turned on the TV. However, the brunette was tackled by the return of a short and blanketed force. A moment later, Seto found himself shoved onto the couch with Mokuba seated on his lap, the cute gray eyes staring into his own.
"Stay with me, onegai?"
Well, there really wasn't much else Kaiba could do at that point, so he surrendered to the kawaii child sitting on him.
Mokuba commandeered the remote, switching it to a channel with his favorite cartoons [I can't be specific, I don't watch much TV, I don't know what cartoons exist now on any channels, and I don't know what boys my sister's age like to watch.]. He snuggled into his brother's lap, cuddling comfortably as if Seto existed solely for that purpose. In fact, Seto could almost hear the kid purring . . .
Mokuba looked up, seeing Seto stoically watching, well, more like glaring, at the TV with indifference. He silently giggled to himself: his niisan looked so serious, and he wasn't even blinking! He'd have to get Seto to teach him that trick, it looked like fun!
Seto looked down, his normally icy sapphire orbs melting at the happy look on his younger brother's face. He regretted that he didn't spend much time with him anymore.
Rousing himself from his thoughts, he found himself staring at the messy ebony of the top of Mokuba's head, for the boy had turned back to his ever- faithful cartoons. Seto gently began untangling the well-tousled strands of hair. It seemed like something his mother would have done. But Mokuba never got the chance to know his mother . . .
Mokuba dozed off, fists clutching Seto's shirt like a security blanket. The older Kaiba shifted him gently as he turned off the TV, listening to Mokuba murmur indistinguishable nonsense in his sleep.
'How can he _enjoy_ those shows? They're so melodramatic, so pointless! You can already tell what's going to happen! And they're so unrealistic. But, if it makes him happy . . .' Seto massaged his temples, trying to recover from the horror of being subjected to shows far below his age level.
'What a despicable form of torture . . . reminds me of Pegasus . . .' He frowned at that thought. He'd nearly lost Mokuba then . . .
He pushed those thoughts away. 'I'm here for Mokuba now, and that's all that's important.'
~*~*~*~
Seto was practically falling asleep from boredom. He'd been sitting in the same spot for several hours because he couldn't get Mokuba _off_ him. By now he was getting pretty desperate.
Suddenly he had a brilliant idea! Well, not really brilliant, but it was better than nothing.
"Only for you, kid," he muttered. If he couldn't get Mokuba to let go of his shirt without waking him up, he'd just let him keep the shirt. [And I'm sure all you fangirls are loving this idea ^.~ ]
Carefully, Seto pulled off this signature trench coat, setting it over the arm of the sofa. He then slipped his arms out of the sleeves, trying to create as little movement as possible. He pulled the back of the shirt off over his head, and gently moved Mokuba, still holding the clothing captive, onto the sofa cushions.
Seto grabbed his trench coat and went upstairs, deciding he'd rather not parade around his house shirtless. He was trying to be a respected CEO, after all.
However, halfway there he was stopped by a loud wail coming from back downstairs, apparently from the room he'd just left. Kaiba sighed and turned around - Mokuba must have woken up and assumed he had been deserted.
Sure enough, he reappeared to cries of "Seto! Why'd you leave?! I though you left me and went to work! You're so mean!"
"I did-"
"YOU LEFT AND DIDN'T TELL ME! YOU MUST HATE ME!" Mokuba ran up to his room.
Seto blinked, the sudden silence ringing in his ears. He then checked his watch to verify the time.
[Exactly 5 minutes later]
Seto was nearly knocked over by a flying tackle- er, hug. Mokuba sobbed into his chest, getting the older boy rather wet.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean it can you forgive me I know you love me I love you too I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm -"
"Take a breath, Mokuba."
He took in a large gulp of air, trying to calm down. "Gomen nassai, Aishiteru." He looked up suddenly. "Seto, why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
Ah, the joys of siblings . . . .
~*~*~*~
"Seto . . . . Seto . . . ." A faint whispered cry woke him from his sleep.
"Seto, I had a nightmare! Can I sleep with you? The monsters are afraid of you."
"Sure," Seto replied, still half asleep. Mokuba scrambled onto the bed and under the covers.
"Arigato, nii-sama."
Seto smiled as he watched Mokuba drift off to sleep, an angelic and peaceful expression drifting over the younger boy's face. He made a mental note of thanks that he had one person who didn't make him be Kaiba: cold and heartless bastard, but just Seto: someone's older brother.
Oh, and everybody had lots of good dreams that night. ^^
((+)~
Another fic done! I might add more chapters for other siblings . . . . or I might leave it as a one shot. You never know.
Please don't flame, and so on and so forth. I know it's written really strangely, but that's no cause to get evile. But if you can tell me how to improve it, that would be greatly appreciated ^^
-Windswift, Shinju, and Co. ((+)~
Seto: -_- You're far too happy about this . . .
Windswift: Ah, but there are more subtle ways of torture . . .
Bakura: XD I'm not a victim this time!!!
Windswift: (evil grin) Hai, you are, actually
Bakura: . . . .
Windswift: You're doing the disclaimer ^^
Bakura: No
Windswift: Do you want me to turn my attention to torturing you?
Bakura: IF WINDSWIFT DOESN'T OWN US WHY THE HELL DOES SHE HAVE SO MUCH POWER OVER US?!?!?!
Windswift: (blinks) Um . . . I'll count that this time . . .
Bakura: I'd be a lot happier if you didn't have the control over me that you do . . . .
Windswift: Well, at least I'm not torturing you with siblings
Bakura: Do I have a sibling?
Kristinati: (gives Windswift a flying glomp) KONNICHI WA! AH! It's the freaky evil guy!!!
Bakura: ?
Kristinati: Lookie, it's Seto! And Mokuba! They're the Chipmunk brothers!!!
Seto: What . . . the . . .?
Seto: This is almost worse than Andrea . . .
Mokuba: I'm scared
Kristinati: See, it's your picture (shows him the picture of him in the locket from Duelist Kingdom) You look like a chipmunk!!!
Windswift: I am not responsible for my sister's insanity . . . .
Seto: You have my sympathy. Now get rid of her.
Kristinati: ON TO THE FIC!!!
((+)~
Only For A Sibling
Once upon a time, there was a high priest in Ancient Egypt. But that's not the story I'm writing today. Though, in a way, it does concern that boy, this has rather more to do with a certain CEO of Kaiba Corp. . . . .
~*~*~*~
Seto Kaiba was already awake, ready for school, and researching new technology on his computer at the time most of his peers would be only just getting up. Perhaps that efficient nature had something to do with becoming the head of a company at a young age.
A timid knock sounded at his door, something that didn't happen every day.
"Come in." His eyes never wavered from the computer screen.
"Seto?" Mokuba called. Seto turned to face him - despite the fact that he seemed cold, he loved his little brother more than anything.
"Nii-sama, I don't feel well. Will you stay home with me today?" He looked adorable with his pleading, tired eyes and rumpled halo of black hair.
Any resolve Seto had was weakening, and he couldn't help but smile at him.
"Of course."
He picked him up and plopped him on the bed. "Wait just a minute, okay?" Mokuba smiled and nodded, cuddling up with one of his brother's pillows. [So kawaii! ^^ ]
Seto went into the bathroom to change his clothes. After all, why wear his school uniform if he wasn't going?
He went back into his bedroom and scooped up Mokuba to carry him downstairs. The younger Kaiba brother hugged him around the neck.
"Arigato, big brother!"
Seto chuckled. "You're welcome."
"Can I watch TV?"
"Sure." He set Mokuba down, who promptly went off in search of a nice, warm blanket. Seto meanwhile began the hunt for the remote control.
He soon spied it under the coffee table, and prepared to leave the room after he turned on the TV. However, the brunette was tackled by the return of a short and blanketed force. A moment later, Seto found himself shoved onto the couch with Mokuba seated on his lap, the cute gray eyes staring into his own.
"Stay with me, onegai?"
Well, there really wasn't much else Kaiba could do at that point, so he surrendered to the kawaii child sitting on him.
Mokuba commandeered the remote, switching it to a channel with his favorite cartoons [I can't be specific, I don't watch much TV, I don't know what cartoons exist now on any channels, and I don't know what boys my sister's age like to watch.]. He snuggled into his brother's lap, cuddling comfortably as if Seto existed solely for that purpose. In fact, Seto could almost hear the kid purring . . .
Mokuba looked up, seeing Seto stoically watching, well, more like glaring, at the TV with indifference. He silently giggled to himself: his niisan looked so serious, and he wasn't even blinking! He'd have to get Seto to teach him that trick, it looked like fun!
Seto looked down, his normally icy sapphire orbs melting at the happy look on his younger brother's face. He regretted that he didn't spend much time with him anymore.
Rousing himself from his thoughts, he found himself staring at the messy ebony of the top of Mokuba's head, for the boy had turned back to his ever- faithful cartoons. Seto gently began untangling the well-tousled strands of hair. It seemed like something his mother would have done. But Mokuba never got the chance to know his mother . . .
Mokuba dozed off, fists clutching Seto's shirt like a security blanket. The older Kaiba shifted him gently as he turned off the TV, listening to Mokuba murmur indistinguishable nonsense in his sleep.
'How can he _enjoy_ those shows? They're so melodramatic, so pointless! You can already tell what's going to happen! And they're so unrealistic. But, if it makes him happy . . .' Seto massaged his temples, trying to recover from the horror of being subjected to shows far below his age level.
'What a despicable form of torture . . . reminds me of Pegasus . . .' He frowned at that thought. He'd nearly lost Mokuba then . . .
He pushed those thoughts away. 'I'm here for Mokuba now, and that's all that's important.'
~*~*~*~
Seto was practically falling asleep from boredom. He'd been sitting in the same spot for several hours because he couldn't get Mokuba _off_ him. By now he was getting pretty desperate.
Suddenly he had a brilliant idea! Well, not really brilliant, but it was better than nothing.
"Only for you, kid," he muttered. If he couldn't get Mokuba to let go of his shirt without waking him up, he'd just let him keep the shirt. [And I'm sure all you fangirls are loving this idea ^.~ ]
Carefully, Seto pulled off this signature trench coat, setting it over the arm of the sofa. He then slipped his arms out of the sleeves, trying to create as little movement as possible. He pulled the back of the shirt off over his head, and gently moved Mokuba, still holding the clothing captive, onto the sofa cushions.
Seto grabbed his trench coat and went upstairs, deciding he'd rather not parade around his house shirtless. He was trying to be a respected CEO, after all.
However, halfway there he was stopped by a loud wail coming from back downstairs, apparently from the room he'd just left. Kaiba sighed and turned around - Mokuba must have woken up and assumed he had been deserted.
Sure enough, he reappeared to cries of "Seto! Why'd you leave?! I though you left me and went to work! You're so mean!"
"I did-"
"YOU LEFT AND DIDN'T TELL ME! YOU MUST HATE ME!" Mokuba ran up to his room.
Seto blinked, the sudden silence ringing in his ears. He then checked his watch to verify the time.
[Exactly 5 minutes later]
Seto was nearly knocked over by a flying tackle- er, hug. Mokuba sobbed into his chest, getting the older boy rather wet.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean it can you forgive me I know you love me I love you too I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm -"
"Take a breath, Mokuba."
He took in a large gulp of air, trying to calm down. "Gomen nassai, Aishiteru." He looked up suddenly. "Seto, why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
Ah, the joys of siblings . . . .
~*~*~*~
"Seto . . . . Seto . . . ." A faint whispered cry woke him from his sleep.
"Seto, I had a nightmare! Can I sleep with you? The monsters are afraid of you."
"Sure," Seto replied, still half asleep. Mokuba scrambled onto the bed and under the covers.
"Arigato, nii-sama."
Seto smiled as he watched Mokuba drift off to sleep, an angelic and peaceful expression drifting over the younger boy's face. He made a mental note of thanks that he had one person who didn't make him be Kaiba: cold and heartless bastard, but just Seto: someone's older brother.
Oh, and everybody had lots of good dreams that night. ^^
((+)~
Another fic done! I might add more chapters for other siblings . . . . or I might leave it as a one shot. You never know.
Please don't flame, and so on and so forth. I know it's written really strangely, but that's no cause to get evile. But if you can tell me how to improve it, that would be greatly appreciated ^^
-Windswift, Shinju, and Co. ((+)~