My friend requested a MokubaXPrincess Mokuba fic. Who am I to argue?
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Same Difference
Mokuba sighed, gazing out the window. Where was Seto? It'd been so long since they'd entered this virtual world. What if Seto was hurt? No, he couldn't let that happen! But…what if it already had?
"Mokuba?" A voice quite similar to his own asked. Well, similar if you discounted the female tone and the strange accent. "Are you alright?"
He attempted a weak smile, turning his head to the girl. "I'm alright, Princess Adina. It's just…my big brother…whenever something happens, he always comes to my rescue. What if I can't come to his? If something happened to Seto, I don't know what I'd do." Mokuba said quietly, trying to ignore the tears he could feel begging to be shed. He couldn't cry in front of this girl, this princess! He was supposed to be a hero, not…not a crybaby. Still, crying was awfully tempting.
"I understand how you feel, Mokuba. I, myself, am at a lose. For the sake of my people, I must sacrifice myself to the legendary dragon, and yet, I find myself afraid." She laughed softly. "Oh, what am I saying? I shouldn't be complaining to you heroes. You've already got so much on your shoulders."
Mokuba turned to her fully, frowning.
"Mokuba?" She asked.
"Switch clothes with me!" He yelled suddenly.
Taken aback, the princess jumped. "What?"
"Switch clothes with me. If they take me, then you'll still be safe and I'll get a chance to save my brother!" He said, suddenly excited. He could do this, he could be heroic; it wasn't as hard as it looked. Or so he hoped, anyway.
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"You're burden has been too great for any hero," The fair princess smiled at their two surviving saviors. "Your loses will be returned to you."
A bright light engulfed her and when it passed, Princess Adina was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the Mystic Elf stood in her place, chanting a spell to bring back the heroes' fallen comrades.
Three figures materialized on the floor, one of them holding that mysterious likeness to her previous form. As Mokuba shouted out his brother's name, the Mystic Elf smiled, beginning to dematerialize. Before the process was fully finished, however, the young boy ran over to her form and thanked her with a big grin.
"I owe you so much, Adina. You gave me the chance to rescue my brother and you helped rescue me. Thank you for everything." Like a true gentleman, he took her translucent hand and kissed it, pulling back with a face-breaking smile.
The Mystic Elf, or Adina as she had been known this time, blushed lightly, beaming at the boy. So often duelists forgot that the characters did their parts, too.
Leaning down, she kissed his forehead, smirking slightly at the bright red hue his face turned. She was glad that this boy had been the one to remember.
