Labelshipping (Mokuba x Haga)
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Mokuba took his job as Battle City's rule enforcer very, very seriously. So when a kid ran up to him covered in what appeared to be silly string and claiming that he had been blackmailed into helping somebody cheat, Mokuba was on the case.
"I think he's already dueling right now," the boy said. "He tricked me into helping him..."
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble," said Mokuba. "Thanks for being brave enough to let me know about it!"
The boy kind of ducked his head, but he looked more irritated than anything. Mokuba wasn't too bothered. After all, the kid wasn't a participant in Battle City, so either way, Mokuba really couldn't do anything with him. Now a Battle City duelist, that was someone Mokuba could throw the book at. He grinned, excited to finally have something to do – even if it did mean that people were cheating in his brother's tournament.
When they arrived at the park, though, the boy couldn't seem to find the person that had gotten him to help him cheat.
"He's not here anymore," the boy said, sounding disappointed. "Did he already win...?"
"If he did, we'll have to find out who he dueled so we can nullify the contest," Mokuba said. "Do you know who he was dueling?"
"Yeah. He went after Jonouchi Katsuya."
"Oh?"
If it was Jonouchi then, it was likely Mokuba wasn't going to have to nullify anything. Jonouchi was a pretty good duelist; he wouldn't lose to a cheater.
"Oh!"the boy said suddenly. "There he is! That's him!"
He pointed across the park with a wild gesture that almost hit Mokuba in the head. Mokuba ducked, and then followed the boy's finger.
A short kid, not much taller than Mokuba himself, with cropped green hair and big yellow glasses that were slipping down his nose. He looked absolutely furious, and was currently storming in their direction. He didn't seem to be looking at them, though.
"Oh, that's...Insector Haga, right?" Mokuba said. "The former Japanese champion."
"Yeah, yeah, that's him!" the boy said. "Oh, dang, he looks mad."
Without another word, Mokuba's informant ducked away and took refuge behind a copse of trees. Mokuba shook his head. How silly. It wasn't like Haga was going to beat him up or anything – kids were so scared of getting bullied.
"Excuse me," Mokuba said, putting his hands on his hips and trying to look tall and imposing, like his brother. It was hard though, as Haga was almost an inch taller than him. "But I need to talk to you."
"Outta my way, pipsqueak!" Haga snapped, trying to push past him.
Mokuba grabbed his arm.
"Hold it! I heard from an anonymous tip that you were cheating in Battle City, and I'm gonna have to talk to you about it!"
"You? What the hell kind of authority would a pipsqueak like you have about that?" Haga said, letting out a sort of high pitched laugh that grated on Mokuba's ears.
Tensing up angrily, Mokuba whipped out the little identification card that his brother had given him just in case people like this tried to give him a hard time.
"I'm Kaiba Mokuba, the Battle City rules proctor! That's the kind of authority I have! So you'd better listen to me, or I'm gonna make your day a whole lot worse!"
"Aw, what a cute little badge. Your mommy print it out for you?"
Mokuba's fists clenched reflexively at the mention of his mom. The vague, disorienting images of a woman's face floated through his mind as it always did when he accidentally let himself think about the mother he couldn't really remember.
"Leave my mother out of this, or I'll do worse than throw you out of the tournament!"
Haga spit on the ground.
"You can't throw me out of a tournament that I've already lost, brat," Haga said. "I'm freaking out of here. This city sucks."
"Serves you right, cheater!"
"Well you're a little immature for a rules proctor, aren't you?"
"You're not exactly denying that you cheated!"
"Does it even matter? I freaking lost!"
"If you don't apologize to your opponent that you cheated against right now, I'll make sure you never get into a tournament again!"
Haga laughed that annoying little laugh again that made Mokuba want to punch him. The badge around his neck was all that reminded him to stay at least somewhat professional.
"Good luck with that, pipsqueak! You don't have that kinda power, do you?" Haga said. "I'm outta here. I hate Domino City."
And with that, he turned on his heel and stormed off. Mokuba stuck out his tongue at Haga's back, not caring how childish it was. He was a jerk.
"You're gonna regret cheating, Insector Haga," Mokuba muttered. "'Don't have that kind of power...' Let's see how you like being banned from every tournament ever."
Fists still clenched and face still a bit red, he marched away, trying to look important and irritable like Seto. It tended to make sure people stayed out of the way on the sidewalk, and he didn't want to run into anyone else right now, until after he had had the satisfaction of filing that report.
Insector Haga was gonna regret messing with Kaiba Mokuba.
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A/N: I don't...I don't even know anymore. These are getting harder to write every day. Next is Laddershipping (Yami no Bakura x Zorc), which is the last of the L's.
