Summary/Disclaimer:
Mokuba is turned into a four-year old when a bizarre curse hits him. Now Kaiba must take care of his younger brother, (or should I say "baby" brother,). But Kaiba caring for a baby sounds beyond impossible. Can Kaiba look after his four-year old brother? Or will he have to put Mokuba up for adoption? R&R please!
I do not own Yu-gi-oh! or any of the characters....and blah blah blah.....yeah.
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"Heh heh heh," laughed the evil sorcerer. "Seto Kaiba thinks himself so lucky. He feels he has everything he could ever want; money, a good home, power, and his younger brother. "But what if I were to take all that away from him?" The sorcerer paused, trying to think of a good evil plan that would take everything away from Kaiba in one easy shot. "Hmmm, now how shall I go about this? I have it! Kaiba's brother is so good, he is responsible, acts grown-up, and isn't at all demanding. But what if that were to change? What if Seto Kaiba's hard earned money had to be spent on pleasing a spoiled brat? What if Kaiba had to stoop to such a low level that he would be in the control of a mere baby? Hahahaha....I know just how to do this." The sorcerer toyed with the heavy black obsidian pendant hanging from a thick chain on his neck. He muttered a few things under his breath. The pendant glowed red, but apart from the color change, nothing else changed. Or at least nothing seemed to change from the sorcerer's view. But back at Kaiba Mansion, it was quite another story. . . . . . .
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It was the first day of school. Mokuba woke up in his soft dux bed and turned around to shut off his screaming alarm. It took surprising effort to reach the alarm clock and Mokuba had to stretch his arm a bit in order to push the button to shut it off. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. Mokuba looked vaguely into the mirror across from his bed. Something was wrong. "Never mind," thought Mokuba, "it's probably just my exhaustion. I can't believe I have to go to school today. It's so annoying! I wanted to help Seto with his work, but nooo, I just have to start sixth grade with the rest of the kids. And I just had to have to start from the beginning of the school year. What would it matter if I had started just a bit later? Well, I wonder if there are going to be any nice kids there. School could be worth it then if I meet some new friends my age." Mokuba grumbled, "Which stupid fool had the idea to start school in September? Couldn't he have waited till later? Like January at least?" Mokuba resignedly got up and put on his fluffy blue slippers, which seemed just a tad bit too big for him, but Mokuba ignored the feeling and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
Kaiba was trying not to nod off in his chair, but it was hard. "When was the last time I had a good night's rest?" he asked himself. Kaiba sighed. "And now I'll have to go drive Mokuba to school since I did promise him he wouldn't have to endure the hardship of riding the bus." Kaiba got up and started preparing some coffee for himself, and chocolate milk for Mokuba. He was doing his best to pack Mokuba's lunch, which he had made by himself, into a small brown paper bag. (Kaiba had packed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that he had made exactly the way he thought a sandwich was supposed to look like: eight pieces of bread stacked together dripping with ketchup, mayonnaise, sweet and sour sauce, peanut butter, vinegar, and ten different types of jelly; plus a carton of orange juice.) Yet Kaiba still had doubts about the whole thing. He wondered if it was enough or if he was giving Mokuba too little. How much did the average middle-schooler eat anyway?
Kaiba finally gave up on the small bag and took out a larger paper bag he had gotten when he had purchased groceries last week. Kaiba sighed with relief as the whole lunch slipped in easily. He put the bag right next to Mokuba's new backpack that Mokuba had picked out himself. It was light blue with white teddy bears printed across the front pockets. Mokuba had thought it would be "in style" since there was only one left in the whole store, while there were multiple copies of backpacks in other designs. (Of course, the fact that a group of three-year olds just starting preschool, had been by shortly before Mokuba, might have been a factor.)
Kaiba sat back down at his chair and tried to read a bit more of the business magazine that was on the table in front of him, as he waited for Mokuba to come down. After a few minutes into a particularly interesting article about a group of people who were able to find a way to hack into the databases of many different private companies, Kaiba heard a scream:
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kaiba leaped out of his chair and raced up the stairs to Mokuba's bedroom; he wasn't there. Kaiba peeked his head into the bathroom. Since the door was facing the mirror, the first thing people saw when they walked into the bathroom was the mirror and anything reflected there. Kaiba looked at the mirror now, but it only reflected his own image. "MOKUBA!" he yelled. "WHERE ARE YOU?"
Kaiba heard a sniff from somewhere below him. He grabbed the closest thing to him that could serve as a weapon, a toothbrush. He waved it around wildly and said, "Who's there? I'm warning you . . . . I'm armed."
"Seto, it's me," said a voice coming from the same direction as the sniff Kaiba had heard earlier.
Kaiba looked down. At first he saw nothing, until his eyes focused onto a large clump of black hair, way down below his waist . . . . . and then . . . . . . "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"
Hurt by his brother's sudden and unexpected reaction, Mokuba ran out the bathroom door and flung himself onto his bed, buried his head into his pillow, and started sobbing despondently.
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Yes, I know, Kaiba would like so not scream no matter what happened, even if Mokuba had turned all green, grew long whiskers, and sprouted a curly pink tail, but . . . . this is fanfiction, and anything's possible. And Mokuba would probably not cry either, but like I said, this IS fanfiction. Anywayz, plz review!!! And I'll update a.s.a.p. (Next chapter, Kaiba has to enroll Mokuba into preschool!)^_^
Mokuba is turned into a four-year old when a bizarre curse hits him. Now Kaiba must take care of his younger brother, (or should I say "baby" brother,). But Kaiba caring for a baby sounds beyond impossible. Can Kaiba look after his four-year old brother? Or will he have to put Mokuba up for adoption? R&R please!
I do not own Yu-gi-oh! or any of the characters....and blah blah blah.....yeah.
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"Heh heh heh," laughed the evil sorcerer. "Seto Kaiba thinks himself so lucky. He feels he has everything he could ever want; money, a good home, power, and his younger brother. "But what if I were to take all that away from him?" The sorcerer paused, trying to think of a good evil plan that would take everything away from Kaiba in one easy shot. "Hmmm, now how shall I go about this? I have it! Kaiba's brother is so good, he is responsible, acts grown-up, and isn't at all demanding. But what if that were to change? What if Seto Kaiba's hard earned money had to be spent on pleasing a spoiled brat? What if Kaiba had to stoop to such a low level that he would be in the control of a mere baby? Hahahaha....I know just how to do this." The sorcerer toyed with the heavy black obsidian pendant hanging from a thick chain on his neck. He muttered a few things under his breath. The pendant glowed red, but apart from the color change, nothing else changed. Or at least nothing seemed to change from the sorcerer's view. But back at Kaiba Mansion, it was quite another story. . . . . . .
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It was the first day of school. Mokuba woke up in his soft dux bed and turned around to shut off his screaming alarm. It took surprising effort to reach the alarm clock and Mokuba had to stretch his arm a bit in order to push the button to shut it off. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. Mokuba looked vaguely into the mirror across from his bed. Something was wrong. "Never mind," thought Mokuba, "it's probably just my exhaustion. I can't believe I have to go to school today. It's so annoying! I wanted to help Seto with his work, but nooo, I just have to start sixth grade with the rest of the kids. And I just had to have to start from the beginning of the school year. What would it matter if I had started just a bit later? Well, I wonder if there are going to be any nice kids there. School could be worth it then if I meet some new friends my age." Mokuba grumbled, "Which stupid fool had the idea to start school in September? Couldn't he have waited till later? Like January at least?" Mokuba resignedly got up and put on his fluffy blue slippers, which seemed just a tad bit too big for him, but Mokuba ignored the feeling and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
Kaiba was trying not to nod off in his chair, but it was hard. "When was the last time I had a good night's rest?" he asked himself. Kaiba sighed. "And now I'll have to go drive Mokuba to school since I did promise him he wouldn't have to endure the hardship of riding the bus." Kaiba got up and started preparing some coffee for himself, and chocolate milk for Mokuba. He was doing his best to pack Mokuba's lunch, which he had made by himself, into a small brown paper bag. (Kaiba had packed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that he had made exactly the way he thought a sandwich was supposed to look like: eight pieces of bread stacked together dripping with ketchup, mayonnaise, sweet and sour sauce, peanut butter, vinegar, and ten different types of jelly; plus a carton of orange juice.) Yet Kaiba still had doubts about the whole thing. He wondered if it was enough or if he was giving Mokuba too little. How much did the average middle-schooler eat anyway?
Kaiba finally gave up on the small bag and took out a larger paper bag he had gotten when he had purchased groceries last week. Kaiba sighed with relief as the whole lunch slipped in easily. He put the bag right next to Mokuba's new backpack that Mokuba had picked out himself. It was light blue with white teddy bears printed across the front pockets. Mokuba had thought it would be "in style" since there was only one left in the whole store, while there were multiple copies of backpacks in other designs. (Of course, the fact that a group of three-year olds just starting preschool, had been by shortly before Mokuba, might have been a factor.)
Kaiba sat back down at his chair and tried to read a bit more of the business magazine that was on the table in front of him, as he waited for Mokuba to come down. After a few minutes into a particularly interesting article about a group of people who were able to find a way to hack into the databases of many different private companies, Kaiba heard a scream:
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kaiba leaped out of his chair and raced up the stairs to Mokuba's bedroom; he wasn't there. Kaiba peeked his head into the bathroom. Since the door was facing the mirror, the first thing people saw when they walked into the bathroom was the mirror and anything reflected there. Kaiba looked at the mirror now, but it only reflected his own image. "MOKUBA!" he yelled. "WHERE ARE YOU?"
Kaiba heard a sniff from somewhere below him. He grabbed the closest thing to him that could serve as a weapon, a toothbrush. He waved it around wildly and said, "Who's there? I'm warning you . . . . I'm armed."
"Seto, it's me," said a voice coming from the same direction as the sniff Kaiba had heard earlier.
Kaiba looked down. At first he saw nothing, until his eyes focused onto a large clump of black hair, way down below his waist . . . . . and then . . . . . . "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"
Hurt by his brother's sudden and unexpected reaction, Mokuba ran out the bathroom door and flung himself onto his bed, buried his head into his pillow, and started sobbing despondently.
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Yes, I know, Kaiba would like so not scream no matter what happened, even if Mokuba had turned all green, grew long whiskers, and sprouted a curly pink tail, but . . . . this is fanfiction, and anything's possible. And Mokuba would probably not cry either, but like I said, this IS fanfiction. Anywayz, plz review!!! And I'll update a.s.a.p. (Next chapter, Kaiba has to enroll Mokuba into preschool!)^_^