Fairyshipping (Kaiba Mokuba/Leonhardt von Schroeder)
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"Leon?" Mokuba whispered. "Leon, are you awake?"
There was no response, so he assumed the answer was no. He laid there for a minute, just staring at the faraway dark ceiling, snuggled up inside his sleeping bag. It was cold outside the bag, and he didn't want to move. He didn't feel much like sleeping either…it was one of those bad nights. Of course luck would have it that he was going to have a bad night when he was sleeping over somewhere else, far from his brother who usually helped him through them. He wondered if he should call Seto. His phone was under his pillow…but he didn't want to disturb him…especially if he was actually sleeping for once.
There was a soft mumbling sound and then, softly:
"Yeah…I'm awake."
Mokuba rolled his head over against his pillow and the faint light from the moon outside the window glittered across Leon's open eyes.
"Is something wrong?" he whispered.
Mokuba suddenly felt silly, and wished that Leon had actually been asleep. He burrowed his face against his sleeping bag.
"…I can't sleep."
Leon wriggled his bag a little closer to Mokuba.
"Why? Do you have bad dreams?"
"Just…bad thoughts."
"Scary ones?"
"…lonely ones."
Leon frowned slightly, his face almost completely eclipsed by the dark.
"Do you want to talk?"
Mokuba shrugged. Leon was waiting for an actual answer though so he tried to come up with one.
"Um…I guess…I don't know. I think about my mom a lot. I didn't really know her and I don't remember anything, but I remember she used to sit next to my bed when I was trying to sleep. Sometimes I wake up and I forget she's not there."
Leon was quiet for a long, long moment.
"I miss my mutti too," he whispered after a minute.
Mokuba swallowed thickly, feeling tears bubbling in his eyes. He was being dumb. Leon didn't have a mom either. He shouldn't have said anything.
For a moment, neither of them said anything. Then, suddenly, Leon wriggled out of his sleeping bag. He clambered over his pillow and padded across the room to the bookshelf. Mokuba leaned his head back to look at him upside down.
"Where are you going?"
Leon didn't respond until he had made a couple of soft thumping sounds and a brief, quiet yelp. Then he came back, lugging something huge in his arms. He plopped it down in between them, then he got into his sleeping back and wiggled so that he was right next to Mokuba.
"When I couldn't sleep my mutti would read these to me," he whispered. He flipped the book—because it was a book, Mokuba saw now—open, and Mokuba rolled over onto his stomach to see. Leon pushed the open book so that it was spread out in between them. Mokuba couldn't quite see it, but then Leon reached over for the flashlight they had been using to tell scary stories earlier, and shone it onto the book.
Beautiful paintings of fairy tales greeted Mokuba's eyes, a swooping magical dress enveloping a girl while some animals looked on. He traced the folds of her dress with his finger for a moment, then looked up to see Leon look at him.
He looked just as uncertain as Mokuba felt.
"Maybe…we could read them together? Until we both fall asleep?"
Mokuba looked down at the book again. It was really pretty, he thought. A very old book, too. He could almost imagine Leon's mother opening it up and paging through it over and over again.
He nodded.
"That sounds like a good idea."
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A/N: Cuuuute~ Next is Fadeshipping (Yami no Marik x Jonouchi).
