I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! I know. Shocker.
To Shenu, zacura, and Shiro Ryuu: Thanks for following along with the story from Part 1. I'm glad you like it! -
To Saffron-Starlight: I'm sorry...? I don't really know how to clear things up, 'cause I don't know what's confusing you.
To Sami Ryou's Hikari: Eventually they'll be more R-rated type scenes in this.. It's just, I'm trying to write this kinda realisticly, in thesense that they are siblings, and with incest comes angst and guilt and doubt and yada yada yada. So there's likely to be a lot more angst with whatever lemony scenes that do come along. Patience is a virtue! ;x (Also one that I don't have, so I sympathize with you, really. XD)
When Mokuba woke up the next morning, he found himself in his own bed in his own room. He blinked sleepily and checked his clock. Eleven fifteen. He'd slept in longer than usual.
He got up from bed and realized he was wearing his summer pajamas: matching blue button-up shirt with drawstring shorts.
He must have been a really hard sleeper if he hadn't woken up while nisama changed him.
"Speaking of nisama..." The teenager left his room and glanced down the hall to his brother's. The door was open, which meant he probably wasn't in there.
Mokuba went down the staircase and the sound of his brother's typing reached his ears.
He slowly peeked into the office.
Seto stood up from his desk, fingers leaving his laptop. "Ah, you're awake. What do you want for breakfast?"
Mokuba walked over to his brother and hugged him. "Ohayou, nisama."
Seto laughed, ruffling his brother's dark hair. "It's more like afternoon, ototo."
"Nuh uh. It's not even twelve yet!"
Seto shrugged. "Ohayou, then."
"Can we go out to eat?"
"I suppose. You don't like my cooking?"
Mokuba shook his head. "No, I love your cooking. And you in an apron is always a plus. But I haven't been outside the mansion for a while, so I kinda wanted to go out."
Seto picked Mokuba up in his arms. "All right, then. Let's get you dressed."
Seto opened the passenger side door of the car and Mokuba climbed in.
"So where do you want to go?" The brunette closed the door before Mokuba had a chance to answer, then opened the driver's side door and climbed in.
"Some place expensive."
Seto closed his door and inserted the key into the ignition, turning it so the engine started up. "Brat."
"What? It's not like we can't afford it!"
The older sighed as they started off down the road. "But do we really need to eat somewhere expensive?"
"Yes. It's my arm that's broken, so I get to decide."
"Brat."
"But you still love me."
"And sometimes I wonder why."
When they entered Cafe Blanc, a hostess immeadiately came to great them, obviously recognizing Seto as a man with money. "Good morning, gentlemen. Party of two?"
"Yes, please."
"Would you like a table or a booth?"
Seto looked down at his little brother, who shrugged. "Booth, I guess."
The lady nodded and grabbed two menus from the stand. "Follow me, please."
Mokuba took Seto's hand in his own as they walked.
The young lady placed the menus down on the table and Mokuba slid inside the booth, followed by Seto.
The CEO made sure to leave a large gap between the two of them.
"I'll be back in a moment to take your orders."
Seto opened the menu once she'd left and Mokuba scooted over to lean against his big brother. "Thanks for taking me out, nisama."
The brunette grumbled in response and the younger opened his menu.
The lady returned, like she said she would, with a pad of paper and a fancy ink pen. "Are you ready to order, gentlemen?"
Seto closed his menu. "Coffee. Black." Mokuba glared at him and Seto sighed. "And, uh, french toast..." He glanced to his younger brother, who continued glaring. "And scrambled eggs." The thirteen-year-old nodded and the brunette handed up his menu.
"I'll have orange juice with pigs in a blanket and hash browns." Mokuba handed his menu to the waitress as well.
"Now who's mothering who?"
Mokuba looked up at his older brother as the lady walked away. "What do you mean?"
Seto took his little brother's hand in his own under the table. "Making me eat."
"Man can't live on coffee alone, nisama."
The brunette shrugged.
"Then again, you're more like a robot than a man."
Seto frowned. "I'm not that bad am I?"
The younger patted his brother's hand. "Yes, nisama. I'm afraid you are."
"Man, I'm full." Mokuba leaned against his brother, pushing his plate away from him.
"Hm." Seto took another sip of his coffee.
The teenager sat up. "Nisama! You've barely touched your food!"
The CEO shrugged, still sipping his coffee contentedly. "I wasn't that hungry."
Mokuba pouted. "You're hopeless."
"Maybe I am."
Mokuba glanced around before leaning up to kiss his brother's cheek. "Let's go somewhere else."
Seto took his brother's hand. "Like where?" He motioned with his free hand for the waitress to bring the check.
"I was thinking... maybe the mall or... the arcade?"
The brunette placed the money in the black leather envelope and left a tip on the table. "We could do both if you want."
Mokuba slid out of the booth, practically jumping he was so ecstatic. "Oh, really, nisama? You really mean it?"
Seto shrugged. "If you want."
Mokuba hugged his older brother with his good arm. "Thank you, nisama!"
Seto Kaiba wasn't fond of malls. Too many teenagers. Too many female teenagers. And any girl that recognized Mokuba from school immeadiately ran to him and crooned about his broken arm. It was getting on Seto's nerves.
"Oh, Mokie-chan! What happened to your arm?" A group of thirteen-year-old girls surrounded him.
"A soccer accident."
"Aww. Did it hurt?"
"Yeah. Like hell."
"Ohh, did you cry?"
"A little bit."
The girls "aww"ed in unison before bombarding Mokuba with hugs and kisses. They skipped off giggling and swinging their shopping bags.
"Popular, aren't you?" Seto stared at his little brother as the stepped onto the escalator.
Mokuba shrugged. "I guess. Probably just because I'm a Kaiba, though."
That was true. Money bought friends whether you actually paid them or not.
"Seems like the girls really like you."
Mokuba grinned sheepishly.
The two brothers stepped off the escalator and Mokuba's eye caught the theater. "Hey! Let's see a movie!"
"Hm. Like what?"
"I dunno. Let's see what's playing."
Seto followed his little brother over to the movie theater.
Mokuba pointed to a movie poster. "I heard this was pretty good."
It looked like a chick flick to Seto, but it wasn't as if he had any say in the matter. "All right."
Mokuba wriggled in his seat as the previews started, waiting for his nisama to get back with the popcorn.
His stomach felt all jittery, which was odd because he wasn't usually nervous in public. It could possibly have been the fact he was here with nisama and it was practically a date. That thought sent pleasant shivers down his spine.
"Hey. Ototo. Wake up in there." Mokuba looked up as his big brother sat down next to him.
"Huh?"
Seto chuckled and put up the arm rests to place the popcorn in between them. "You zoned out."
Mokuba blushed. "Sorry."
The light dimmed as the beginning credits started and Seto took the opportunity to kiss his little brother on the lips.
The thirteen-year-old sighed happily as the brunette pulled away. "I love you, nisama," he whispered into the dark.
"I love you too, ototo," came the murmered response.
Mokuba curled his feet up into the seat next to him and leaned his head on his brother's shoulder.
Hesitantly, the CEO placed his arm around the younger's shoulder.
Seto threw away the empty bucket soaked in artificial butter as Mokuba clung to his arm giggling.
"That was so cheesy! I probably should have guessed it would be since all my female friends suggested it to me."
"Yet you usually like chick flicks."
Mokuba frowned. "Not predictable ones!"
"Kaiba!"
Both brothers turned their heads to see Yugi, Jou, Honda, Otogi, and Anzu walking out of the theater behind them.
Seto groaned. "Oh, no."
Mokuba grinned. "Hey guys! What were you doing watching a chick flick?"
Yugi smiled. "We could ask you the same thing."
"Anzu made us." An irritated Jounounchi pointed to the crying girl.
"Th-that w-was so sw-sweet!" She sobbed and ran into the girl's bathroom.
Yugi started. "Anzu!"
Honda put his hand on the short boy's shoulder. "Just leave 'er. She'll get over it soon enough."
Yugi nodded.
"What happened to your arm, Mokuba?" Jou pointed to the cast-encased appendage not wrapped around Seto's arm.
"I broke it in a soccer accident."
"Oh, I see. And Kaiba is doing whatever you want until it gets better?" Yugi guessed.
Mokuba smirked. "Yep!"
"Mokuba!"
The teenager looked up at his older brother. "Well, you are..."
"But you don't have to go aroudn telling everyone. Especially these dorks."
"What? You ashamed of takin' care of yer little brother?" Jou teased.
"I think it's cute," Yugi admitted in a tiny voice.
Seto glared and Mokuba reached up as far as he could to hit Seto on the head. "Be nice!"
Otogi chuckled. "Who knew the great Kaiba Seto took orders from his little brother?"
Jou burst out in laughter and Seto gritted his teeth.
Mokuba could see Seto's self-control waning and took his brother's arm again. "We're gonna be going now. It was nice to see you!" He hurried his brother away before a fight broke out.
"That was odd..." Yugi stated.
"Definitely a side of Kaiba we've never seen before," Honda agreed.
"No, I meant the proximity of them. They never seemed that close whenever we saw them before..."
The group pondered a moment before the mascara-stained brunette re-joined them, sniffing miserably. "Was that Kaiba?" she asked.
The boys sweat-dropped.
Thanks for reading and reviewing! I'll start working on the fifth part, I guess. Which contains... drum roll please! ... DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION! Bwuahahahaha... Okay, I'm not crazy. ... Really. ... STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT.
