Doomshipping (Kaiba Mokuba/Yami Bakura/Yami Marik)
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Mokuba wasn't supposed to be awake, but then again, he was surprised that his brother was asleep. Had they switched places today?
Mokuba yawned, stretching his arms out in front of him and causing the coat draped over him to slip. He grabbed it before it hit the floor, pulling it back up to his chin like a blanket. He could feel another yawn coming on, but he didn't yet indulge in it. He hid a grin underneath the collar of Seto's coat, peering over it to stare at his brother sleeping across the keyboard. He was going to wake up with a pattern on his face, and it was going to be hilarious. Mokuba wondered if he could trick him into going out into the hallways before it had faded so that Yugi would see. Nah, he wouldn't do that to his big bro, but the idea was funny in his head.
He finally yawned again, and snuggled back in the chair, fully intending to fall back asleep himself.
But then he saw something moving on the computer screen.
Mokuba's eyes peeled wide open, the sleepiness gone. One of the monitors that glowed over Seto's head was showing the duel field on top of the blimp and there were—people there. He could see shadows standing out on the deck in the wind and dark—wasn't that dangerous? There weren't any supervisors right now, what were they thinking?
Mokuba scrambled out of the chair and it rolled back a few inches away from his movement forward. He dragged Seto's coat over his shoulders to block out the sudden chill, shuffling closer to the screen so he could see who was stupid enough to be out there in the middle of the night.
Well, the shock of white hair couldn't be anyone other than Bakura. And the other one with pale platinum blond hair like a hedgehog had to be Marik, the real one. Mokuba was still mad about that. Moderating the rules had been hisjob, the one that his big brother gave him, and he had messed up by letting Marik get in on a false name. Seto hadn't seemed angry at all, on the contrary, he seemed rather fascinated by the opponent, but Mokuba still didn't like it. He wished Seto would disqualify him—he made Mokuba uncomfortable.
He frowned, though, staring at the way that Bakura and Marik were moving, clearly dueling each other. There was something...weird about both of them. They didn't seem quite right. Bakura's face was a little harsher than normal, and every now and then he looked to his side as though there was someone there that Mokuba couldn't see, as though to converse with an invisible man. Marik himself was just as creepy as usual, with his too big grin and his tongue doing...things.
Mokuba shuddered. Should he wake Seto? He should probably tell him that someone was using the duel field without permission and pull the two jokers down before they got hurt and caused a liability scandal—
And then, all at once, Bakura was gone. Mokuba's eyes flashed back to the screen, eyes widening. Wait—where had he gone?
He saw something small and golden drop to the ground with a clatter he could imagine in his head, and thought that was the Ring that Bakura was always carrying around. It had fallen and...Bakura had disappeared. What the heck...?
Marik walked across the field and bent down to pick it up. He examined the golden artifact for a moment with those flat, crazy eyes of his, and then, to Mokuba's disgust, he briefly licked the edge. What the fuck was wrong with this guy? And where was Bakura? Mokuba had better wake Seto after all.
And then Marik's eyes lifted up to the screen.
And looked right at Mokuba.
Mokuba's breath caught in his throat. He stumbled back from the screen, stepping on the back of Seto's coat, and then tumbled down with a cry. He thrashed for a moment, his limbs trapped in the coat and he couldn't get free, he couldn't see what was happening—
"Mokuba! Mokuba, it's okay, it's okay, it was just a bad dream, you're okay, I'm here."
Seto—Seto was holding him, pulling him up from the floor and getting him untangled from the coat. Mokuba grabbed for Seto's shirt automatically, clinging to it with all his might. His heart wouldn't stop racing and his head felt like it was spinning around in circles. Seto looked down at him with concern, the light of the computer monitors glinting across his eyes.
"Are you all right?" he said softly, pushing the hair out of Mokuba's eyes. "What happened?"
Mokuba's eyes lifted back up to the monitor. The duel field was empty. There was no Marik or Bakura there. He looked back up at Seto, wondering why he still felt so cold.
"Just...just a bad dream," Mokuba mumbled.
He hoped he wasn't lying to himself, either.
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A/N: Idk? it wasn't really even a ship in this one but I don't care. Next is Doodleshipping (Rebecca x Amane).
