Tuftshipping (Ryuzaki x Mokuba)
Mokuba Kaiba was bored out of his skull. He had thought it would be fun to be the tournament's rule proctor, but to be completely honest, no one was really breaking the rules. There wasn't anything for him to do. The few times he actually had caught someone breaking the rules, it had been so far over his head that his brother had had to take care of it, or the person in question got beaten in two minutes and there was no point in disqualifying them anymore.
"Hey, you!"
Mokuba started, glancing up. Was someone calling him?
"Yeah, you, with the black hair. You seen any Battle City duelists around?"
Mokuba followed the voice to its source. The boy wasn't much taller than he was, with long brown hair and a floppy skater hat. A tuft of purple bangs stuck out from under the hat, and he looked frustrated. It took a moment, but Mokuba recognized him. He was Dinosaur Ryuzaki, runner up in the regional tournament less than a year ago.
"What, you haven't found any? They're all over the place," Mokuba said, hopping off his bench. "This is one of the busier spots."
Ryuzaki glanced around.
"I don't see any duelists."
Mokuba flushed a little.
"Okay, so it was one of the busier spots a minute ago."
Ryuzaki scowled.
"You're no help at all," he said. "Geez. Of all times for Haga to ditch me."
Mokuba crossed his arms.
"Well, I'm sorry, but it's not my fault," he said.
"Oh, shove it, small fry."
Mokuba scowled even deeper than Ryuzaki had.
"You're barely taller than I am, and I'm only eleven," he said. "You're what – fourteen?"
"Fifteen," Ryuzaki said, glaring at Mokuba. "Don't pick a fight with me, kid. I might not be tall, but I'm tough."
"Yeah, well I'm Mokuba Kaiba, the Battle City rule proctor," Mokuba said. "I could disqualify you if you tried anything."
It felt good to be in charge. Was this how his brother felt every day?
Ryuzaki snorted.
"You? Mokuba Kaiba, the younger brother of Seto Kaiba? Not likely."
"Careful. My brother doesn't like whining from washed out runner ups."
Ryuzaki flinched, but he looked a little more uneasy.
"Aw, screw it," he said, stalking past Mokuba. "I'll find duelists on my own."
"Don't lose or anything, has been!" Mokuba said.
Ryuzaki flipped Mokuba off and kept walking. Mokuba stuck his tongue out at Ryuzaki's back. Then he sat back down on the bench, checking his watch.
Well. That had been surprisingly satisfying.
A/N: wow this is a load of crap. But Ryuzaki is obnoxious and Mokuba was bored, so what can I say? Next up is Trustshipping (Kaiba x Ishizu). *squeals with fangirl happiness*
