Admireshipping (Kaiba Mokuba/Ghost Kotsuzaka)
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"I don't believe in ghosts."
Kotsuzaka looked up from his ouija board, sneering at the boy sitting crosslegged with his head in his hands on the other side of the board.
"Why are you here, then?"
Kotsuzaka still wasn't even sure how Kaiba Mokuba himself had ended up in this old creaky house for the night with him. Mokuba had run into him scoping the place out the day before, asked him what he was doing, and when he had heard Kotsuzaka was planning on contacting the ghost that lived there, Mokuba had just...invited himself along.
Mokuba shrugged at him, but didn't look up. He just stared down at the board with a vague, distant sort of curiosity.
Kotsuzaka rolled his eyes.
"You didn't have to come," he said. "If you didn't believe in ghosts."
"I was just curious what might be here."
Kotsuzaka huffed. At least Mokuba wasn't crying and getting all panicky, like other people usually did when Kotsuzaka brought them along. He just looked really bored. Maybe he really didn't believe in ghosts, but then...it still seemed weird that he wasn't even the least bit nervous in such an old, creepy house. Even Kotsuzaka felt a bit of his skin crawling.
"Well believe it or not, but decide if you're gonna help me use this goddamn board or not."
Mokuba shrugged, but he reached over and put his fingers on the planchette with Kotsuzaka.
"Okay," Kotsuzaka said, in a hushed voice. "Is anyone here?"
He checked to make sure Mokuba wasn't trying to mess with the planchette, but he didn't seem to be trying to move it at all. It wasn't even budging.
At least, for a half a second.
Kotsuzaka almost swore when the planchette moved to yes. H-he wasn't moving it, and Mokuba wasn't either. He looked up quickly at Mokuba, but...Mokuba looked unimpressed?
"I'm not moving it," Kotsuzaka said.
"I know that."
"You know that? Then what was that about not believing in—"
A thin breath of wind brushed past Kotsuzaka's neck and the room temperature dropped a good ten degrees. Holy shit. This was the most ghost activity he had everseen—
He turned back to Mokuba, but his words died on his tongue when he realized what Mokuba was staring at.
A ghostly image of a woman stood in the threshold, her hand on the doorframe. Kotsuzaka couldn't see her face, she had some kind of veil over it. But—holy SHIT.
"Now do you—what a sec, what the—"
Mokuba was standing up, and walking over to the ghost like it was a regular human being. For a minute, he just stood there, staring up at her, and her staring at him.
"You know," Mokuba said. "There's really nothing here for you to stick around for. The other side is pretty cool. I saw someone go there once, and everyone he loved was waiting for him. I'm sure you'd be happier there."
The woman stared back at him for a long, long moment.
And then, without a word, she dissipated, just like smoke.
The room returned to it's original temperature, but Kotsuzaka's heart continued to thrum in his chest like he had just run a marathon.
"What the fuck," he said, and Mokuba turned around, blinking. "You said you didn't believe in ghosts."
Mokuba shrugged.
"I don't," he said. "I just believe that people get lost sometimes."
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A/N: I literally have nothing to say about this one; the reason I was doing this project in reverse alphabetical order was so that I wouldn't have to write this one right away and now here we are and here i am writing it anyway. Anyway...next and LAST (holy SHIT) is Abandonshipping (Gozaburo x Noa x Mokuba).
