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I wrote a fic about Seto, Mokuba, and a major haircut! Lemme know what you think!

[cynassa]

Edit: This is a full fic now and here is the AO3 link :D

Sometime, 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 though and he didn’t have any idea where it came from but he was sure of it all the same.

Not because of anything Nii-sama did. He behaved as he always had, only half in the corporeal world most days, a solid 50 per cent of his mind absorbed by planning his games and handling his business empire, which was also a game to him and one he took as deadly seriously as every other game. He let Mokuba do almost anything he liked, and Mokuba returned the favour by obeying without question when he did tell Mokuba to do something. Somewhere in the back of his mind, unexamined, lay the idea that Nii-sama was owed his obedience.  

But the idea seemed true, no matter where it came from. He shied away from it even in his own mind, because who was he? The weakling younger brother, who didn’t even have the nerve to… They were three years and many many miles away from Mutou Yugi and the creepy, scary things that seemed to happen around him and his weird friends but it wasn’t something either Kaiba had forgotten.

Mokuba still woke up in the middle of the night convinced that he was trapped in a card and his body rotting away in some dark dungeon somewhere. His latest resolution was to go a month without needing a nightlight anyway. Face your fears and all that shit. He nearly lost it three days into the month when he woke up running away from some nameless, formless thing and he couldn’t open his mouth to scream. He jolted up from bed and was too clumsy to get out of the bedclothes, his frantic scrambling for the lights just sent everything crashing to the floor.

The startling noise calmed him down to some extent. He could hear himself breathe harshly, threatening sobs. The door between his bedroom and Nii-sama’s cracked open and there was a low voice, “Mokuba?”

“Come in,” his voice was reedy to his own ears and embarrassingly close to cracking. Even on the bare wood, Nii-sama only made a whisper of a sound moving. The door was always shut but rarely locked. He snuck into his brother’s bedroom frequently, to sleep in his bed or work in the comfortable soundtrack of Western classical music and click-clacking on the laptop or even just lie sprawled on the rug in front of the bed, staring at the soothingly white ceiling. His brother never entered his room without explicit permission.

A hand landed on his head. For a moment Mokuba wanted to shove it aside, break it, even bite it. Then the sudden rage went as quickly as it had come, leaving him exhausted. He sagged, and a deft embrace lowered him gently to the bed. A hand ran rhythmically through his hair, over and over, 5-4-3-2-1-pause-5-4-etc.

Between two numbers, Mokuba fell asleep again. In the morning, before even brushing his teeth he took the nightlight to the attic so that he wouldn’t be tempted to use it the rest of the month. Only in the evening did he notice that the mess from his bedside table falling had been cleaned up before he had gotten up and could ask a maid to do it.

As rapidly as he realized that his brother wanted his approval, he forgot it. It was too odd and uncomfortable to think about.

[cynassa]

Eat, Drink, Or Be Merry

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.

[cynassa]

Link to Eat Drink or Be Merry Ch 2 (out of 3)

Woohoo, finally!

Word count for the chapter: 6050

Word count for fic so far: 9945

The email needed to be polite, so he forwarded it to his administrative assistant to write with instructions. He also sent a memo to Legal. He looked up; Mokuba still hadn’t said anything.

Mokuba was frowning, staring down at his rumpled trousers with his eyebrows drawn together.

“Is something wrong?” He dropped into Japanese like Mokuba preferred.

Mokuba looked up and shook his head. Seto kept looking at him steadily until he started to speak.

He opened his mouth, shut it, bit his lip and then said, “It’s just that… well.” He flushed suddenly, looking much younger than fifteen, “I always figured you were gay.” He finished in a rush, and used the American word, ‘gay.’

[kangseluigi]

Progress. Maybe. At least I tried and at least my little gremlin son looks cute in the second one so there. Yeah Idk what happened in the first one he looks like he is crying but bushy seto

[cynassa]

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.  

[obsessionsbyartful]

Can you imagine going through the entire Yugioh series without holograms?

draw the squad prompt by #psychotic-muffin