Attachshipping (Kaiba Mokuba/Kisara)

. . .

This was becoming increasingly normal for him. He wondered if he should be worried about how easily he took the news of "sorry Mokuba, but I accidentally resurrected the soul of my past life's girlfriend, and also she's a dragon, she doesn't speak Japanese or any other modern language, and she's going to be living with us." Mokuba had just looked at her, shrugged, and asked his brother if he was planning to give her real clothes besides just his big coat that she was clinging to.

And now, here he was, sitting on the couch and watching old cartoons with his head having fallen into Kisara's lap and her fingers gently working through the knots in his hair, as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

"My brother really likes you," Mokuba said, not really paying attention to the cartoons anymore. "It's okay if you didn't notice. He's bad at expressing it."

Kisara made a soft trilling noise that Mokuba had learned was probably a some kind of joke, but he wasn't sure what it meant, so he just smiled.

He wriggled up to his knees on the couch, and Kisara moved with him, still working on his hair. She was probably trying to braid it again. She seemed to find it calming—he didn't necessarily dislike it, either, so he turned to let her have better access to his hair and just let her do her work.

"I think we should do something," he said. "To make him really admit that he likes you. You like him right?"

She wasn't at all fluent, but she was starting to pick up words.

"Like Seto," she agreed. "Like very much."

Mokuba grinned.

"You're gonna be my official big sister someday soon if I have anything to say about it," he said.

"Sister?" Kisara said, seeming confused by the word.

"Yeah." Mokuba turned around, tugging his hair out of her fingers. She had already half braided it, but it unraveled a bit as soon as he moved. She tilted her head at him, clearly focusing very hard on what he was saying. Mokuba tried to figure out the easiest way to describe it.

"There's a mother and a father, right?" he said.

Kisara nodded.

"Family," she said.

"Right! A sister is a girl kid who has a boy kid from the same mom and dad."

Kisara blinked at him. It was clear she had understood part of that, but not all of it.

"Seto is my brother," he said. "If Seto was a girl, he'd be my sister."

That seemed to make sense, and her eyes lit up. She said something in her own language, the language that made him shiver a little bit with how otherworldly it sounded. She smiled at him fondly—Mokuba didn't know what she had said, but it seemed like something good. He found himself smiling back.

Kisara reached for him, tugging him into her arms, and he went along, hugging her back in a deep snuggle, like he used to do with Seto when Seto fell asleep on the couch.

"Can I be sister now?" she said in her halting accent.

Her arms tightened around him, and Mokuba felt something in him relax.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "You can."

. . .

A/N: Cutiessss. Next is Atlantisshipping (Dartz x Iorei).