Kari: sorry to all who want me update my other works this little idea would
not leave me alone
Yami k.: this time it is a full fledged Mokuba/Seto So beware
Kari: yep, sickeningly fluffy
Yami k.: another warning this is a highly A/U story so keep in mind it is different then in the show!
Kari: We no own! Other then that ENJOY!
Yami k.: on a final note ~~!~~ means begin and end memory
** Start Story
They were at it again, it made the teen feel sick, the way they would sit there in the centre of the room and pretend everything was fine. None of it was fine; he couldn't be the only one to see that could he? No, one other person knew, one other person could see through his eyes but he got away left him all alone. Alone in a huge house, all by himself only all the money he could ever want to comfort him. Most people figured he lived a dream rich ass parents, they cared for him, he got all he wanted, super star looks, the whole nine yards. The one thing he wanted was out.
Mokuba got up off the couch had been pretending to read in, he had come and sat in the family room with his family, like they could be called that, long enough he was so sick of it all. So sick, he attempted to make a swift and silent exit leaving behind the book he had been hiding behind earlier so they wouldn't have tried to make conversation, didn't work.
"Where are you going Mokuba hunny?" His mother asked in that sickeningly fake sweet voice, it was filled with care she didn't actually feel towards her youngest son. The eyes that regarded the boy were cold, blue chips of ice, sending chills down his spine, was she even human?
"Work" Mokuba mumbled just loud enough to pass as an answer, he looked away, holding eye contact was slowly causing his heart to go numb. Work what work, he did it all in class, smart kid.
"That's my boy" it was his fathers turn to turn those normally loving words into something that suffocated Mokuba and made him want to lash out. Instead he did what they did, what living with them had taught him, forcing a smile he emptied his soul and gleefully replied.
"Thanks a lot dad" Though I'm probably not even your real son, he would never have said that, not out loud anyways. From the out side it was all so perfect, loving mom, loving dad, three genius sons, money, what more did anyone want in life? The answer was simple, love, the one thing the parent lacked, they cared little for their children as children, as a way to attract the media and to flaunt their power that's what they were, no emotion needed.
Mokuba fled the room, almost running down the halls to find his sanctuary, passing his own room he flung open the large door to a room that was supposedly out of use. Carefully he closed the door behind him, this place was his he liked to think that his parent couldn't get him here. Here he didn't have to deal with his mother, all she cared about was her social life, how the book club thought of her, or how rich the neighbours thought she was. She didn't care about family matters; gossip meant more to her then her youngest son. His father was no better, always gone on long 'business trips' come back tanned and very happy. All that mattered to him, it was his business and all his whores. Mokuba had met one, by accident, she seemed even more fake then his parents he hated it so much -he hated all theses fake people.
Here no one could touch him, not in this place, it wasn't fake it was the only place in this entire house that wasn't fake, and that wasn't filled with negative feelings. This was once his brother's room, when he moved away he requested it not be touched in anyway by the servants, now Mokuba came here to be free for a bit. This Room held all the warmth of his past, it was his everything, almost like Seto was still here. Seto was his Brother, his helper and his guardian, all in all Seto was his night in shining armour and Mokuba was a princess needing protection. Now that Seto wasn't here all he had now was this room.
Mokuba lay in the bed curled up in a ball, there was no way the sheets could still smell like his brother but he could imagine right? It had been over a year now since Seto had slept in this bed, more often then not with Mokuba also tucked away, curled into his chest like a kitten. Mokuba always felt safest when Seto held him like that, it was something he had grown up relying on, Seto. Tears rolled down Mokuba puffy cheeks, sure he was 16, to old to cry but he couldn't help it, there were days when he couldn't stand being alone. All alone to hear his ragged muffled sobs echo off the walls. Over a month since Seto last called or sent a letter, the latest one said that one had said that he might be going to America. There was no way Mokuba was going to live with his brother all the way over there. It was bad enough he lived in a different part of Japan.
"Brother" Mokuba whispered caressing the soft sheets, it still felt like Seto in this room, the warm fuzziness that dulled his senses. "I miss you"
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"I can't do it!" a five year old Mokuba stomped into his brother's room, he was red faced and pouting. His eyes flashed in anger and he looked pleadingly at his older brother. The ten year old who had been working at his desk put it down and rolled his eyes, Mokie took everything so seriously!
"What is it?" He looked at the smaller boy's hair that was soon to grow long and luxurious was now short around his chin, knotted because of his hands constantly running through it. Mokuba looked quite upset as he walked over and climbed onto Seto's chair, he plopped down on his older brother's lap.
"I can't read it!" he whined, he then proceeded to lay the book out in front of Seto. He had been trying to get it all morning, nothing had worked, there were pictures but he found they made little sense to him without the words. Few of them looked familiar, the words were to long the five year old was quite fed up by this point.
"Let's have a look then" Seto looked over the head of the child in his lap, he kissed the hair softly, Mokuba was so cute, the image of innocence in his little pyjamas pouting over his inability. Seto glanced down at the book it was the story of sleeping beauty, he began to read, underlining each word as he said it with one hand, the other was wrapped around his little brother's waist to keep him from sliding off.
The story ended all too soon in the eyes of Mokuba, the story was fascinating and the way Seto spoke made him feel calm and happy, he wanted another one, sure this one wasn't over yet but he could tell it was almost, the prince found the princess.
"The prince kissed the princess and she woke up, the moment she awakened she recognized her one true love, the rest of the castle awoken with her, the spell have been lifted. The price and princess got married and lived happily ever after." Seto finished, Mokuba had been still for the last few moments, he hoped that he wasn't asleep because his leg was going to be. "Mokie?" he asked softly, he didn't want to wake the child up if he WAS asleep.
"Seto, I have some questions" Mokuba twisted in Seto's lap till they were face to face, he eyes were clouded with confusion and his eye brows knitted in a frown. Seto could have giggled at the sight; it was so adorably confused.
"What?" Seto was dimly aware he should be studying but he liked spending time with his little brother way more then he liked working, just a little longer.
"Did the prince kiss the princess like this?" Mokuba leaned up and kissed Seto softly on the cheek, his lips made a soft smacking noise and pulled back still looking confused, Seto grinned, leave it to Mokuba to think of something like this.
"Yes but on the lips" Seto was grinning slightly when soft lips brushed his own, deep blue eyes widened, Mokuba pulled back again.
"Like that?" Seto was blushing deep red, and nodded mutely.
"Okay!" Mokuba smiled sunnily up at his big brother, he was so helpful like the prince. "Seto?"
"Yeah?" Seto could only smile now, it was Mokuba's thing no one could be awkward around him, such a pure untainted heart.
"Will you be my prince?" Mokuba was serious dead serious, Seto would have laughed if he hadn't been taken so off guard.
"What? Why do you ask that?"
"Will you be my prince?" Mokuba repeated slowly, it seemed to fit in his simple child logic, "because, I love you, the princess loves the prince, you protect me, and your always helpful like the prince in the book, maybe we can get married, I'll make a pretty princess I promise!" Mokuba looked so sincere, he looked like he really want to be a princess at that point, his eyes were huge and slightly wobbly, hopefulness reflected in his storm grey eyes. Seto smiled softly, sure it was weird but he couldn't say no to that face.
"Sure Mokie I'll be your prince and protect you always"
~~!~~
The Birds sang the sun filtered through the curtains to land on the curled for of a teenaged boy, grey eyes cracked open. Sun light surrounded the figure, a small sigh escaped his lips, he had fallen asleep some time during the night. He looked around the room on more time before he had to leave, there was school to attend to, all to keep his parents away form him.
"Why didn't you take me with you?" Mokuba looked around the room, as safe as he felt it always depressed him to be here all alone. He fled from the room to get his own clothes, today was going to be a bad day he could feel it. Why did he have to be so much younger then his siblings? Both left when they turned eighteen, Noa had only been gone a month now, but as much as Noa and him hardly knew each other he missed the aqua haired boy too.
~~!~~
"Seto?" Seto looked up form his computer; he was now twelve years old. Tall for his age and overly proper, perfectly combed hair, perfect school uniform and everything. He smiled and his usually cold eyes lit up with happiness, his favourite little brother walking into the room, he had just gotten home from school. Mokuba quickly shed the jacket to his uniform, it was summer but the jacket was mandatory, the seven year old was glad to be back in the cool air of his mansion.
"What's up?" Seto turned the chair so he faced him little brother, unlike his older brother Mokuba was still quite small for his age, the height not quite kicking in, his hair now was partially down his arms not quite to his elbows yet and pulled back in a loose pony tail. His usually pale skin was getting quite the healthy tan from him being outside so often. The child was quite the social butterfly, friends everywhere, everyone wanted to play with the kid that had everything.
"I-I" Mokuba's voice wavered and he looked on the verge of tears, his lower lip trembled and he shook slightly.
"Mokie?" Seto stood up and crossed the distance that separated them quickly, he wrapped strong arms around the smaller boy. He hugged the child close; their bodies fit nicely, Mokie felt so frail in Seto's arms. He led the now sobbing boy to his bed where he sat down and pulled Mokie onto his lap like they always do. "What's wrong tell me" Seto coaxed lightly, he felt very protective all of a sudden, there were times where Mokie would cry in the past of tripping over something, but not knowing what was plaguing his little brother was tearing up his soul. He had a duty as a prince to protect his little brother.
"I'm sorry brother," Mokuba looked down and cast a sad look at the floor, he looked so defeated, Seto wanted to hurt himself for letting this happen, he knew it wasn't his fault but it hurt none the less, as one with Mokuba's looks was capable of doing.
"Tell me" Seto said lightly, right now he needed to know what was going on with Mokuba. Nothing to do with him, but with his brother that hit closer to his heart, he had had the sickening thought a couple of times that he cared more about his brother's cuts and scrapes then he would if one of his good for nothing parents died. They didn't care if Mokuba fell down and bumped his elbow, as long as he looked good at their next party, he was just a doll for them to play with every now and then, it hurt Seto more then anything that this he couldn't save his little brother from. Mokuba dejectedly brought up his hand to brush away a clump of hair that Seto hadn't realized was out of place. The raven strand fell into place with their brother's to reveal a large angry bruise marring Mokuba's cheek, he sniffled a bit. Tears streamed down out of the corners of his eyes, he looked sad, and Seto was mad, at what, he would find out from Mokuba later.
"S-Seto!"
"Who did this to you?" Seto asked gently again, the rage that burned him now would only serve to further hurt his little brother, he looked into the sad grey eyes, they were mirrors to Mokie's soul, that why Seto had always liked them now they were only sad with a great deal of confusion reflected.
"I had a permission form to fill out so I went to find daddy," Mokuba Sniffled again, Seto did not like that way this story was going "I went to his office and there were weird noises, I stepped in, daddy and some lady were"
"Shhh" Seto said, he could quite well guess what happened after that, Dad was angry and slapped Mokie, it had happened to him once, Seto never did go looking for their dad again after that. He stroked Mokuba's fine black hair running it between his long fingers.
"I'm sorry" Mokuba wailed, he must have did something wrong that's why daddy hit him, mom only hit him when he was bad, but he didn't know this time, he was so confused, nothing made sense. "I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry"
"There there" Seto hugged Mokuba closer to him, his soul went out to the boy sobbing in his arms, he wondered what he could say to make him stop crying, Mokuba had done absolutely nothing wrong to deserve this, to leave that kind of mark he must have been hit quite hard, most likely drunk. The boy was so completely innocent he blamed it all on himself though he had nothing to do with it. "It's not your fault Mokie" Seto rock them both back and forth holding the child, "don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault"
"B-But" Mokuba went to protest, it was his fault he got hit, why else would daddy have hit him if he didn't do anything wrong?
"No buts it was daddy, he made a mistake" Seto said soothingly, he played with his little brother's hair some more, leaning down he brushed his lips carefully over the bruise, his brother's skin was soft. Mokuba turned to look up at that moment. Yet another time their lips met softly brushing each other, Seto pulled back and smiled lightly at his bother, his mind spinning, "Don't worry I'm your prince and I'll keep you safe"
~~!~~
Mokuba threw his bag at the wall, it made a clanging noise as it smacked, there was nothing breakable in it. It had been another bad day at school, he was two years younger then everyone else in his class, even at this school he knew everyone only wanted his money or his connections. That was the way things were but it didn't make Mokuba feel any better, then he had to come home to this empty house. At times like theses he would sit down at his desk and write some thing, any thing to get his mind off of life.
His lap top humming was a pleasant sound, one he welcomed whole- heartedly. Agile fingers almost made the keys sing when they flew over them. His entire heart poured out into the words he wrote, it was his talent he was a writer, he knew that Seto could draw and had heard one day that Noa had a great talent for music. Neither one was the same, he knew that, after all with practice he had become a little better with music but nowhere compared to Noa and that he couldn't draw. Sniffling he realized he was crying again,
"Damn" He muttered, he was crying a lot recently, ever since Noa left, ever since he had been all alone and Seto stopped writing.
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Seto again was in his room, it was afternoon again Mokuba was about due home, he stretched and put the work he had been doing away in favour of just sitting and watching the snow fall lazily outside. Inside here he could be himself, he wasn't 'Seto Kaiba' oldest son of an extremely rich businessman, he was Seto older brother to the cutest kid in the whole world. Lately he was having trouble with that, Mokuba was now twelve turning thirteen in less then a week, and everyday he grew more beautiful and fair. Seto couldn't help notice that, and all the little changes, that came with it. Some guardian he was couldn't even keep his own hands off the small boy, he looked out the window, a limo pulled up and the moment the door opened a small body hurled out of it running at top speed to get in the house. Seto couldn't repress a chuckle; Mokuba had never liked snow or rain for that matter.
"Seto!" Mokuba was quick he had ran by his room and dropped off his bag and ran straight to his big brother's room. Mokuba leaped from about a foot away and hit his older brother with a thud; they both went sprawling off the chair onto the plush carpet. The light that shone in Mokuba's eyes revealed that he was indeed quite happy, and that something was going down.
"Yeah?" Seto asked breathless, the wind had left him when he hit the floor with his back, he smiled up at Mokuba who sat happily on his stomach fighting slightly Seto could almost feel the smaller boys excitement, he wondered what was going on.
"I get to be the prince in the school play!" Mokuba was twelve but at times like this he almost always acted younger, the joy that Seto could see radiating off of him made Seto smile. Mokuba was happy, he got to be in the spotlight, everyone would see him, mommy and daddy could come and see how good he was, Seto could come and see what a good prince he was going to make. Suddenly something hit him, a vague memory something at the very edge of his mind- hadn't he wanted to be the princess?
"That's great!" Seto smiled happily, Mokuba had been talking about being in a school play for a while, now his childish dreams were coming true. Seto smiled weakly, Mokuba seemed so alive right now so brimming with energy he had to keep close check on hands that wanted to hold the smaller body tight.
"Yeah I'm SO happy! I can't wait!" Mokuba squealed in his cute high- pitched voice.
"I can see that! Please get off of me" Seto grinned weakly, He was having trouble breathing getting the air squashed out of his repeatedly.
"Sorry!" Mokuba giggled and rolled off of Seto, instead he snuggled up to Seto on the ground- it was warm and comfortable.
"It's okay"
"Seto?"
"Hm?" Seto could feel the heat coming off his brother's body, it was addictive he wanted it. Shaking his head he only snuggled closer because that's what brother's did- right?
"How do you kiss someone?" Mokuba blushed crimson "I've never kissed anyone before and I want to know, I thought you could help me-"Mokuba trailed off, he was rather embarrassed about asking this but who else was there to ask? Noa? All the other kids seemed to know all of this stuff and Mokuba wanted to know as well, no one liked getting left behind.
"Umm well" Seto blushed as well, and looked into his brother's storm grey eyes, what else was he supposed to do but give in. There was nothing he could withhold from his little brother, not even this. "Much like this" Seto leaned up and brushed his lips against Mokuba's they were soft and silky, Seto pressed a little harder, this was his only chance to get this. His one chance to fell theses emotions stirring in him and act on them, he brought one hand up to cup the back of Mokuba's head, silky black strands flowed through his fingers easily. He closed his eyes, for a moment he could be truly happy, for this moment he could be the prince.
Mokuba closed his eyes as well, this was how you kissed, it didn't seem all that great but he wouldn't deny that Seto's lips pressed against his felt good. He wrapped his arms around Seto; there was nothing else he could do with them, nowhere else they could go really. Mokuba was happily just enjoying the feeling of Seto when he felt something warm and wet run along his bottom lip. Gasping softly he gave Seto exactly what he was asking for.
Seto delved his tongue further into Mokuba's mouth it was all he dreamed it would be and more. Mokuba was so soft in his arms and he tasted so sweet, like he had been eating candy earlier. It didn't really mater though, right now all was perfect, Seto sat on his bedroom floor hold his little brother close and kissing him for all he was worth.
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Night fell again the repetitiveness of these days alone was enough to drive the teen insane, there was nothing for him to do. At least when Seto was here they could do things together, now that he was alone there was absolutely nothing to do. He lay in his big bed, all the lights were off and the only light was coming from the stars out side, which shone on a corner of his room, where his desk was. It was still early but Mokuba had been sleeping a lot more recently, all of this was quite draining on the youth. His computer on the desk hummed, the monitor was off but it was still on, he left it that way encase Seto ever did decided to write again.
Almost on the verge of sleep, eyes were closed, mind dwelling on one subject only moments before flitting off to another, it was in that time were everything felt like a dream and the two worlds bled together. That is why when the noise first reached the teen's ears he was convinced it was only another part of his mind. The noise repeated it's self, not louder but seemingly more real. Mokuba listened carefully and then decided it was unimportant. This time he settled quite easily into sleep. Before long breaths were even and Mokuba was sound asleep.
Had Mokuba been awake and turned on the computer he would see that a message had popped up 'you have mail' 'your prince: sender unknown'
Kari: I'm going to leave it off there, I don't know if it will be a permanent leave there thing or not, so for now assume I will write another chapter to this
Yami k.: only if you leave reviews though!
Yami k.: this time it is a full fledged Mokuba/Seto So beware
Kari: yep, sickeningly fluffy
Yami k.: another warning this is a highly A/U story so keep in mind it is different then in the show!
Kari: We no own! Other then that ENJOY!
Yami k.: on a final note ~~!~~ means begin and end memory
** Start Story
They were at it again, it made the teen feel sick, the way they would sit there in the centre of the room and pretend everything was fine. None of it was fine; he couldn't be the only one to see that could he? No, one other person knew, one other person could see through his eyes but he got away left him all alone. Alone in a huge house, all by himself only all the money he could ever want to comfort him. Most people figured he lived a dream rich ass parents, they cared for him, he got all he wanted, super star looks, the whole nine yards. The one thing he wanted was out.
Mokuba got up off the couch had been pretending to read in, he had come and sat in the family room with his family, like they could be called that, long enough he was so sick of it all. So sick, he attempted to make a swift and silent exit leaving behind the book he had been hiding behind earlier so they wouldn't have tried to make conversation, didn't work.
"Where are you going Mokuba hunny?" His mother asked in that sickeningly fake sweet voice, it was filled with care she didn't actually feel towards her youngest son. The eyes that regarded the boy were cold, blue chips of ice, sending chills down his spine, was she even human?
"Work" Mokuba mumbled just loud enough to pass as an answer, he looked away, holding eye contact was slowly causing his heart to go numb. Work what work, he did it all in class, smart kid.
"That's my boy" it was his fathers turn to turn those normally loving words into something that suffocated Mokuba and made him want to lash out. Instead he did what they did, what living with them had taught him, forcing a smile he emptied his soul and gleefully replied.
"Thanks a lot dad" Though I'm probably not even your real son, he would never have said that, not out loud anyways. From the out side it was all so perfect, loving mom, loving dad, three genius sons, money, what more did anyone want in life? The answer was simple, love, the one thing the parent lacked, they cared little for their children as children, as a way to attract the media and to flaunt their power that's what they were, no emotion needed.
Mokuba fled the room, almost running down the halls to find his sanctuary, passing his own room he flung open the large door to a room that was supposedly out of use. Carefully he closed the door behind him, this place was his he liked to think that his parent couldn't get him here. Here he didn't have to deal with his mother, all she cared about was her social life, how the book club thought of her, or how rich the neighbours thought she was. She didn't care about family matters; gossip meant more to her then her youngest son. His father was no better, always gone on long 'business trips' come back tanned and very happy. All that mattered to him, it was his business and all his whores. Mokuba had met one, by accident, she seemed even more fake then his parents he hated it so much -he hated all theses fake people.
Here no one could touch him, not in this place, it wasn't fake it was the only place in this entire house that wasn't fake, and that wasn't filled with negative feelings. This was once his brother's room, when he moved away he requested it not be touched in anyway by the servants, now Mokuba came here to be free for a bit. This Room held all the warmth of his past, it was his everything, almost like Seto was still here. Seto was his Brother, his helper and his guardian, all in all Seto was his night in shining armour and Mokuba was a princess needing protection. Now that Seto wasn't here all he had now was this room.
Mokuba lay in the bed curled up in a ball, there was no way the sheets could still smell like his brother but he could imagine right? It had been over a year now since Seto had slept in this bed, more often then not with Mokuba also tucked away, curled into his chest like a kitten. Mokuba always felt safest when Seto held him like that, it was something he had grown up relying on, Seto. Tears rolled down Mokuba puffy cheeks, sure he was 16, to old to cry but he couldn't help it, there were days when he couldn't stand being alone. All alone to hear his ragged muffled sobs echo off the walls. Over a month since Seto last called or sent a letter, the latest one said that one had said that he might be going to America. There was no way Mokuba was going to live with his brother all the way over there. It was bad enough he lived in a different part of Japan.
"Brother" Mokuba whispered caressing the soft sheets, it still felt like Seto in this room, the warm fuzziness that dulled his senses. "I miss you"
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"I can't do it!" a five year old Mokuba stomped into his brother's room, he was red faced and pouting. His eyes flashed in anger and he looked pleadingly at his older brother. The ten year old who had been working at his desk put it down and rolled his eyes, Mokie took everything so seriously!
"What is it?" He looked at the smaller boy's hair that was soon to grow long and luxurious was now short around his chin, knotted because of his hands constantly running through it. Mokuba looked quite upset as he walked over and climbed onto Seto's chair, he plopped down on his older brother's lap.
"I can't read it!" he whined, he then proceeded to lay the book out in front of Seto. He had been trying to get it all morning, nothing had worked, there were pictures but he found they made little sense to him without the words. Few of them looked familiar, the words were to long the five year old was quite fed up by this point.
"Let's have a look then" Seto looked over the head of the child in his lap, he kissed the hair softly, Mokuba was so cute, the image of innocence in his little pyjamas pouting over his inability. Seto glanced down at the book it was the story of sleeping beauty, he began to read, underlining each word as he said it with one hand, the other was wrapped around his little brother's waist to keep him from sliding off.
The story ended all too soon in the eyes of Mokuba, the story was fascinating and the way Seto spoke made him feel calm and happy, he wanted another one, sure this one wasn't over yet but he could tell it was almost, the prince found the princess.
"The prince kissed the princess and she woke up, the moment she awakened she recognized her one true love, the rest of the castle awoken with her, the spell have been lifted. The price and princess got married and lived happily ever after." Seto finished, Mokuba had been still for the last few moments, he hoped that he wasn't asleep because his leg was going to be. "Mokie?" he asked softly, he didn't want to wake the child up if he WAS asleep.
"Seto, I have some questions" Mokuba twisted in Seto's lap till they were face to face, he eyes were clouded with confusion and his eye brows knitted in a frown. Seto could have giggled at the sight; it was so adorably confused.
"What?" Seto was dimly aware he should be studying but he liked spending time with his little brother way more then he liked working, just a little longer.
"Did the prince kiss the princess like this?" Mokuba leaned up and kissed Seto softly on the cheek, his lips made a soft smacking noise and pulled back still looking confused, Seto grinned, leave it to Mokuba to think of something like this.
"Yes but on the lips" Seto was grinning slightly when soft lips brushed his own, deep blue eyes widened, Mokuba pulled back again.
"Like that?" Seto was blushing deep red, and nodded mutely.
"Okay!" Mokuba smiled sunnily up at his big brother, he was so helpful like the prince. "Seto?"
"Yeah?" Seto could only smile now, it was Mokuba's thing no one could be awkward around him, such a pure untainted heart.
"Will you be my prince?" Mokuba was serious dead serious, Seto would have laughed if he hadn't been taken so off guard.
"What? Why do you ask that?"
"Will you be my prince?" Mokuba repeated slowly, it seemed to fit in his simple child logic, "because, I love you, the princess loves the prince, you protect me, and your always helpful like the prince in the book, maybe we can get married, I'll make a pretty princess I promise!" Mokuba looked so sincere, he looked like he really want to be a princess at that point, his eyes were huge and slightly wobbly, hopefulness reflected in his storm grey eyes. Seto smiled softly, sure it was weird but he couldn't say no to that face.
"Sure Mokie I'll be your prince and protect you always"
~~!~~
The Birds sang the sun filtered through the curtains to land on the curled for of a teenaged boy, grey eyes cracked open. Sun light surrounded the figure, a small sigh escaped his lips, he had fallen asleep some time during the night. He looked around the room on more time before he had to leave, there was school to attend to, all to keep his parents away form him.
"Why didn't you take me with you?" Mokuba looked around the room, as safe as he felt it always depressed him to be here all alone. He fled from the room to get his own clothes, today was going to be a bad day he could feel it. Why did he have to be so much younger then his siblings? Both left when they turned eighteen, Noa had only been gone a month now, but as much as Noa and him hardly knew each other he missed the aqua haired boy too.
~~!~~
"Seto?" Seto looked up form his computer; he was now twelve years old. Tall for his age and overly proper, perfectly combed hair, perfect school uniform and everything. He smiled and his usually cold eyes lit up with happiness, his favourite little brother walking into the room, he had just gotten home from school. Mokuba quickly shed the jacket to his uniform, it was summer but the jacket was mandatory, the seven year old was glad to be back in the cool air of his mansion.
"What's up?" Seto turned the chair so he faced him little brother, unlike his older brother Mokuba was still quite small for his age, the height not quite kicking in, his hair now was partially down his arms not quite to his elbows yet and pulled back in a loose pony tail. His usually pale skin was getting quite the healthy tan from him being outside so often. The child was quite the social butterfly, friends everywhere, everyone wanted to play with the kid that had everything.
"I-I" Mokuba's voice wavered and he looked on the verge of tears, his lower lip trembled and he shook slightly.
"Mokie?" Seto stood up and crossed the distance that separated them quickly, he wrapped strong arms around the smaller boy. He hugged the child close; their bodies fit nicely, Mokie felt so frail in Seto's arms. He led the now sobbing boy to his bed where he sat down and pulled Mokie onto his lap like they always do. "What's wrong tell me" Seto coaxed lightly, he felt very protective all of a sudden, there were times where Mokie would cry in the past of tripping over something, but not knowing what was plaguing his little brother was tearing up his soul. He had a duty as a prince to protect his little brother.
"I'm sorry brother," Mokuba looked down and cast a sad look at the floor, he looked so defeated, Seto wanted to hurt himself for letting this happen, he knew it wasn't his fault but it hurt none the less, as one with Mokuba's looks was capable of doing.
"Tell me" Seto said lightly, right now he needed to know what was going on with Mokuba. Nothing to do with him, but with his brother that hit closer to his heart, he had had the sickening thought a couple of times that he cared more about his brother's cuts and scrapes then he would if one of his good for nothing parents died. They didn't care if Mokuba fell down and bumped his elbow, as long as he looked good at their next party, he was just a doll for them to play with every now and then, it hurt Seto more then anything that this he couldn't save his little brother from. Mokuba dejectedly brought up his hand to brush away a clump of hair that Seto hadn't realized was out of place. The raven strand fell into place with their brother's to reveal a large angry bruise marring Mokuba's cheek, he sniffled a bit. Tears streamed down out of the corners of his eyes, he looked sad, and Seto was mad, at what, he would find out from Mokuba later.
"S-Seto!"
"Who did this to you?" Seto asked gently again, the rage that burned him now would only serve to further hurt his little brother, he looked into the sad grey eyes, they were mirrors to Mokie's soul, that why Seto had always liked them now they were only sad with a great deal of confusion reflected.
"I had a permission form to fill out so I went to find daddy," Mokuba Sniffled again, Seto did not like that way this story was going "I went to his office and there were weird noises, I stepped in, daddy and some lady were"
"Shhh" Seto said, he could quite well guess what happened after that, Dad was angry and slapped Mokie, it had happened to him once, Seto never did go looking for their dad again after that. He stroked Mokuba's fine black hair running it between his long fingers.
"I'm sorry" Mokuba wailed, he must have did something wrong that's why daddy hit him, mom only hit him when he was bad, but he didn't know this time, he was so confused, nothing made sense. "I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry"
"There there" Seto hugged Mokuba closer to him, his soul went out to the boy sobbing in his arms, he wondered what he could say to make him stop crying, Mokuba had done absolutely nothing wrong to deserve this, to leave that kind of mark he must have been hit quite hard, most likely drunk. The boy was so completely innocent he blamed it all on himself though he had nothing to do with it. "It's not your fault Mokie" Seto rock them both back and forth holding the child, "don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault"
"B-But" Mokuba went to protest, it was his fault he got hit, why else would daddy have hit him if he didn't do anything wrong?
"No buts it was daddy, he made a mistake" Seto said soothingly, he played with his little brother's hair some more, leaning down he brushed his lips carefully over the bruise, his brother's skin was soft. Mokuba turned to look up at that moment. Yet another time their lips met softly brushing each other, Seto pulled back and smiled lightly at his bother, his mind spinning, "Don't worry I'm your prince and I'll keep you safe"
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Mokuba threw his bag at the wall, it made a clanging noise as it smacked, there was nothing breakable in it. It had been another bad day at school, he was two years younger then everyone else in his class, even at this school he knew everyone only wanted his money or his connections. That was the way things were but it didn't make Mokuba feel any better, then he had to come home to this empty house. At times like theses he would sit down at his desk and write some thing, any thing to get his mind off of life.
His lap top humming was a pleasant sound, one he welcomed whole- heartedly. Agile fingers almost made the keys sing when they flew over them. His entire heart poured out into the words he wrote, it was his talent he was a writer, he knew that Seto could draw and had heard one day that Noa had a great talent for music. Neither one was the same, he knew that, after all with practice he had become a little better with music but nowhere compared to Noa and that he couldn't draw. Sniffling he realized he was crying again,
"Damn" He muttered, he was crying a lot recently, ever since Noa left, ever since he had been all alone and Seto stopped writing.
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Seto again was in his room, it was afternoon again Mokuba was about due home, he stretched and put the work he had been doing away in favour of just sitting and watching the snow fall lazily outside. Inside here he could be himself, he wasn't 'Seto Kaiba' oldest son of an extremely rich businessman, he was Seto older brother to the cutest kid in the whole world. Lately he was having trouble with that, Mokuba was now twelve turning thirteen in less then a week, and everyday he grew more beautiful and fair. Seto couldn't help notice that, and all the little changes, that came with it. Some guardian he was couldn't even keep his own hands off the small boy, he looked out the window, a limo pulled up and the moment the door opened a small body hurled out of it running at top speed to get in the house. Seto couldn't repress a chuckle; Mokuba had never liked snow or rain for that matter.
"Seto!" Mokuba was quick he had ran by his room and dropped off his bag and ran straight to his big brother's room. Mokuba leaped from about a foot away and hit his older brother with a thud; they both went sprawling off the chair onto the plush carpet. The light that shone in Mokuba's eyes revealed that he was indeed quite happy, and that something was going down.
"Yeah?" Seto asked breathless, the wind had left him when he hit the floor with his back, he smiled up at Mokuba who sat happily on his stomach fighting slightly Seto could almost feel the smaller boys excitement, he wondered what was going on.
"I get to be the prince in the school play!" Mokuba was twelve but at times like this he almost always acted younger, the joy that Seto could see radiating off of him made Seto smile. Mokuba was happy, he got to be in the spotlight, everyone would see him, mommy and daddy could come and see how good he was, Seto could come and see what a good prince he was going to make. Suddenly something hit him, a vague memory something at the very edge of his mind- hadn't he wanted to be the princess?
"That's great!" Seto smiled happily, Mokuba had been talking about being in a school play for a while, now his childish dreams were coming true. Seto smiled weakly, Mokuba seemed so alive right now so brimming with energy he had to keep close check on hands that wanted to hold the smaller body tight.
"Yeah I'm SO happy! I can't wait!" Mokuba squealed in his cute high- pitched voice.
"I can see that! Please get off of me" Seto grinned weakly, He was having trouble breathing getting the air squashed out of his repeatedly.
"Sorry!" Mokuba giggled and rolled off of Seto, instead he snuggled up to Seto on the ground- it was warm and comfortable.
"It's okay"
"Seto?"
"Hm?" Seto could feel the heat coming off his brother's body, it was addictive he wanted it. Shaking his head he only snuggled closer because that's what brother's did- right?
"How do you kiss someone?" Mokuba blushed crimson "I've never kissed anyone before and I want to know, I thought you could help me-"Mokuba trailed off, he was rather embarrassed about asking this but who else was there to ask? Noa? All the other kids seemed to know all of this stuff and Mokuba wanted to know as well, no one liked getting left behind.
"Umm well" Seto blushed as well, and looked into his brother's storm grey eyes, what else was he supposed to do but give in. There was nothing he could withhold from his little brother, not even this. "Much like this" Seto leaned up and brushed his lips against Mokuba's they were soft and silky, Seto pressed a little harder, this was his only chance to get this. His one chance to fell theses emotions stirring in him and act on them, he brought one hand up to cup the back of Mokuba's head, silky black strands flowed through his fingers easily. He closed his eyes, for a moment he could be truly happy, for this moment he could be the prince.
Mokuba closed his eyes as well, this was how you kissed, it didn't seem all that great but he wouldn't deny that Seto's lips pressed against his felt good. He wrapped his arms around Seto; there was nothing else he could do with them, nowhere else they could go really. Mokuba was happily just enjoying the feeling of Seto when he felt something warm and wet run along his bottom lip. Gasping softly he gave Seto exactly what he was asking for.
Seto delved his tongue further into Mokuba's mouth it was all he dreamed it would be and more. Mokuba was so soft in his arms and he tasted so sweet, like he had been eating candy earlier. It didn't really mater though, right now all was perfect, Seto sat on his bedroom floor hold his little brother close and kissing him for all he was worth.
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Night fell again the repetitiveness of these days alone was enough to drive the teen insane, there was nothing for him to do. At least when Seto was here they could do things together, now that he was alone there was absolutely nothing to do. He lay in his big bed, all the lights were off and the only light was coming from the stars out side, which shone on a corner of his room, where his desk was. It was still early but Mokuba had been sleeping a lot more recently, all of this was quite draining on the youth. His computer on the desk hummed, the monitor was off but it was still on, he left it that way encase Seto ever did decided to write again.
Almost on the verge of sleep, eyes were closed, mind dwelling on one subject only moments before flitting off to another, it was in that time were everything felt like a dream and the two worlds bled together. That is why when the noise first reached the teen's ears he was convinced it was only another part of his mind. The noise repeated it's self, not louder but seemingly more real. Mokuba listened carefully and then decided it was unimportant. This time he settled quite easily into sleep. Before long breaths were even and Mokuba was sound asleep.
Had Mokuba been awake and turned on the computer he would see that a message had popped up 'you have mail' 'your prince: sender unknown'
Kari: I'm going to leave it off there, I don't know if it will be a permanent leave there thing or not, so for now assume I will write another chapter to this
Yami k.: only if you leave reviews though!