Chapter 3 (of 4) is up! Nii-sama’s arms came up to hold him around the shoulders and he dropped his bag, grasping desperately. When Nii-sama loosened his hold, he let go reluctantly. “Let’s go,” Nii-sama said, pulling away. Mokuba retreated and got a rude shock when he found himself looking down into sharp blue eyes. Nii-sama’s eyes widened as well, and they hovered there for a moment, warily looking each other over before Nii-sama turned around and briskly led the way. Mokuba hefted his bag and followed.
Just posted the first chapter! It was done way earlier than I thought it would be!
Summary: Mokuba is thirteen, sixteen, nineteen and Seto is Seto.
Some time, about halfway between having done the grunt work needed to finish high school and trying to write a proposal for a game that would meet his brother’s exacting standards, Mokuba had the epiphany that his brother wanted his approval. It was a startling thought and he didn’t have any idea where it came from but he was sure of it all the same.
snippet from next ch of Eat, Drink or Be Merry (which will be up as soon as my thesis stops kicking my ass)
Seto insisted that they have dinner together, no matter what. He usually worked for hours after and he was well aware that Mokuba did everything but sleep at night. But it ensured that he saw Mokuba at least once a day. And that Mokuba ate at least once a day.
“Battle City,” Mokuba had looked up from his phone to his brother for the first time in weeks. “Are you really planning…?”
Seto had nodded sharply, the deck in his pocket seeming to burn into his side with reflected excitement. Mokuba’s sources at KC must have let him know. He had not made a secret of the fact that there were people who reported to him and Seto had not bothered asking who, he thought he knew. Before Yu… before, he might have suspected his brother of having designs on his position at KC. Now he knew he was far luckier than that, luckier than he had a right to be.
Mokuba kept eating mechanically, head cocked and thoughts turned inwards. Then a slow smile spread across his face, and his eyes met Seto’s as he said, “Cool.”
Seto had been fiercely pleased and had planned for a spectacular night out for them both after he had won against Yugi with his magnificent new God Card, and regained his rightful place at the top. It had not yet occurred to him that the manic glee both of them were going through was as unnatural as Mokuba’s previous inattention. It had been a very long time since he had paid attention to what constituted normal in either his brother or himself.
The end of the tournament brought more living nightmares, without even the shoddy rest sleeping brought and after half a minute in private spent swearing at himself, the accursed Ishtar woman, and the moment he had heard of God cards, Seto had decided that they were leaving for America permanently.
He had stalked into his room on the blimp, locked it and double-locked it then gone into the bathroom just as calmly and locked that too. Then he swiped everything off the counter for the pleasure of hearing them crash and bang. Most of the bottles were plastic and in this mood, Seto wanted something to break, he would have been glad to light a match and see the world burn. Frustrated in his efforts to break something, he instead smoothly sank down to pick up the only heavy thing in the room, a pumice stone, and stood up swinging the stone at the mirror in the same easy motion. The mirror broke and so did the haze of rage. His anger was under control again. He could hear his own breathing, still controlled if faster than normal. Then he had to get back to work before morons burnt down his blimp and everyone in it.
A few hours later he had had the time to tell Mokuba that they weren’t going back to Domino and the sudden surprised smile on his face was brighter than the rising sun as they flew off to their new home.
