Drabble Notes – Yuugi & Mokuba, set post-DM by a few years.
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"Times sure have changed haven't they?" Yugi said cheerfully, "A few years ago I could have looked directly across at you. But look at you now, you really have grown."
Mokuba couldn't help feeling a bit flattered by this and answered, "I guess that's one thing Seto and I will always have over you. You can't take some things away from us."
Yugi shook his head in cheerful sympathy.
"I've never wanted to take anything away from you Mokuba. Or your brother. The two of you just think that I do," he offered sincerely.
"Hah! That's likely," Mokuba tried to sound harsh like Seto would but his heart really wasn't in it. He knew that Yugi was honest and certainly not as bad as his brother portrayed him to be.
"You don't have to listen to everything your brother says," Yugi said, testing the waters a bit further than he should when it came to Mokuba's loyalty to Seto, "I'd like you to take your own opinion of me."
"I do have my own opinion of you!" Mokuba said shocked, "What I think is based from what I've seen not what Seto tells me to see. And I've seen all the problems you've caused Seto in the past with my own eyes."
"Was that me?" Yugi asked, knowing Mokuba should be smart enough to see the difference between him and the spirit of the pharaoh he used to possess by now.
Mokuba looked into his eyes. There was a difference. It took a long time for him to see it but Yugi was different from the opponent that had caused his brother so much grief. He was not Yami. But it'd take a lot more than a gesture of friendship before he would admit that Seto wasn't right about something.
"I didn't see anyone else standing on the duelling field," He concluded, swallowing his guilt at this denial.
"Okay then," Yugi finished, jumping down from the bench.
Would it kill him to lose his patience, even once?