All Kaiba could think about when he walked into the house was what Joey had said about Mokuba being uncomfortable with their relationship. His initial reaction, if that was really true, would have been to tell him to get over it and move on, but Mokuba was his only family and he cared a great deal about his feelings so that response was out. Mokuba was waiting in the kitchen, leaning on the counter boredly.
"So what's going on?" he asked standing directly in front of Mokuba, across the counter. Mokuba looked up and smiled.
"Seto...you came home," he said.
"You thought I wouldn't?" Mokuba looked away.
"No. I just thought..." he trailed off. Kaiba put his hands on the counter and leaned forward a little to get Mokuba to look at him again.
"Mokuba, don't be afraid to talk to me."
"There's nothing to talk about. I was just hungry and I couldn't find that guy you hired," Mokuba said hopping down from the stool he'd been sitting on. Seto sighed and went to the refrigerator.
"So what do you want?" he asked opening the door. Mokuba slipped between him and the refrigerator and grabbed a jar of pickles, then pulled a fork out of one of the drawers and took them over to the counter. Seto looked at him unamused. "You needed me to come home for that?" he asked closing the door.
"No. This is just to hold me over. Surprise me," Mokuba said trying to open the jar. "And could you open this?" Seto rolled his eyes.
"Mokuba. Come on. What's bothering you? And don't tell me nothing because I know you and you don't usually act like this." Mokuba put the jar down.
"Do you like Joey more then me?"
"What?" Seto said incredulous. "No. I just like Joey in a different WAY then you. It's a different type of relationship. I thought you were old enough to understand that."
"I am. I just... I don't know how... I feel..." Mokuba searched for the right words. "I feel like you've...changed...and I don't want you to forget me." Seto smiled, a little relieved.
"Mokuba, I can't even believe that would cross your mind."
At the airport
Joey and Tristan stood watching the plane take off and Tristan sighed. The rest of the gang had already said their good-byes and left the two of them alone to see Serenity off with more personal good-byes. Both of them had managed not to cry...too much.
"So do you wanna go do somethin'? Take your mind off it?" Joey asked breaking the silence. Tristan looked away from the glass but didn't look at him.
"You mean you don't have plans?" he said, more rudely then intended. Immediately he regretted it but Joey either didn't feel like fighting or hadn't picked up on the hostility.
"No," he said simply. "I figured we'd both be a little bummed so I shouldn't leave you to be bummed alone." There was a brief silence. "So, you wanna?" Joey asked again. Tristan shrugged.
"I hear there's been some new high score records to beat at the arcade," he said. Joey smiled.
"Then what are we waiting for? Those scores won't beat themselves." They both headed out of the airport.
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Raine: I know, I know. It's really short and I made you wait. There's just so much stuff going on and it's making me lose my mind and it's a wonder that I can even still think. So, with that said. It might be awhile before I get to update again. Unless someone wants to helps me out with ideas. Well I got to go. Thanks to all of you for the wonderful reviews. They really mean a lot to me.
"So what's going on?" he asked standing directly in front of Mokuba, across the counter. Mokuba looked up and smiled.
"Seto...you came home," he said.
"You thought I wouldn't?" Mokuba looked away.
"No. I just thought..." he trailed off. Kaiba put his hands on the counter and leaned forward a little to get Mokuba to look at him again.
"Mokuba, don't be afraid to talk to me."
"There's nothing to talk about. I was just hungry and I couldn't find that guy you hired," Mokuba said hopping down from the stool he'd been sitting on. Seto sighed and went to the refrigerator.
"So what do you want?" he asked opening the door. Mokuba slipped between him and the refrigerator and grabbed a jar of pickles, then pulled a fork out of one of the drawers and took them over to the counter. Seto looked at him unamused. "You needed me to come home for that?" he asked closing the door.
"No. This is just to hold me over. Surprise me," Mokuba said trying to open the jar. "And could you open this?" Seto rolled his eyes.
"Mokuba. Come on. What's bothering you? And don't tell me nothing because I know you and you don't usually act like this." Mokuba put the jar down.
"Do you like Joey more then me?"
"What?" Seto said incredulous. "No. I just like Joey in a different WAY then you. It's a different type of relationship. I thought you were old enough to understand that."
"I am. I just... I don't know how... I feel..." Mokuba searched for the right words. "I feel like you've...changed...and I don't want you to forget me." Seto smiled, a little relieved.
"Mokuba, I can't even believe that would cross your mind."
At the airport
Joey and Tristan stood watching the plane take off and Tristan sighed. The rest of the gang had already said their good-byes and left the two of them alone to see Serenity off with more personal good-byes. Both of them had managed not to cry...too much.
"So do you wanna go do somethin'? Take your mind off it?" Joey asked breaking the silence. Tristan looked away from the glass but didn't look at him.
"You mean you don't have plans?" he said, more rudely then intended. Immediately he regretted it but Joey either didn't feel like fighting or hadn't picked up on the hostility.
"No," he said simply. "I figured we'd both be a little bummed so I shouldn't leave you to be bummed alone." There was a brief silence. "So, you wanna?" Joey asked again. Tristan shrugged.
"I hear there's been some new high score records to beat at the arcade," he said. Joey smiled.
"Then what are we waiting for? Those scores won't beat themselves." They both headed out of the airport.
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Raine: I know, I know. It's really short and I made you wait. There's just so much stuff going on and it's making me lose my mind and it's a wonder that I can even still think. So, with that said. It might be awhile before I get to update again. Unless someone wants to helps me out with ideas. Well I got to go. Thanks to all of you for the wonderful reviews. They really mean a lot to me.