Kaibaism
Title: Little White Lies
For: 30_Friends
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Characters: Seto & Mokuba Kaiba
Theme: 8) Secrets and Lies
Word Count: 746
Mokuba practically flew down the main stairwell, taking the steps three at a time. Unlike most children his age, Mokuba adored school. He loved the social side as well as being one of the smartest kids there.
Seto stood at the foot of the stairs, dressed sharply in a black shirt, trousers and holding an expensive looking schoolbag towards his brother.
On reaching the bottom Mokuba clutched at the bag in his frantic dash across the hallway and out of the front door towards the awaiting carpool.
“Bye Nii-Sama!” he called as the door slammed closed behind him.
Life had only just begun to return to normal since Seto’s most recent defeat by Yugi. Seto had returned to running Kaiba Corp and taken to turning off the television and radio; Yugi was headlining constantly and he simply didn’t want to hear about it. He again felt safe in the mansion he called home, although every morning when Mokuba left, Seto felt that the door trapped an unwelcome chill when it closed behind his brother.
The feeling never lasted long as Seto would leave for work soon after. Today was different; Seto had decided to work on his latest ideas from the comfort of his couch.
He walked the corridors and entered his favourite living room. He sat softly on the couch and placing his laptop on the coffee table he turned it on.
While waiting for it to boot up and initialise the hundred plus versions of privacy software he leant back on the crisp leather and glanced around the room, fingering his locket absent-mindedly.
He missed Mokuba, not that he’d ever openly tell his brother as much. But he was working more and Mokuba always seemed to be busy. He left early for school and arrived home late several nights a week due to after school clubs with friends. Bitterly Seto wished that Mokuba would give up at least one of his clubs; surely he didn’t need to be out five nights a week, but never mentioned his grief. Mokuba was, after all, happy being a fiery little socialite.
Seto made a mental note to put aside some private time to take Mokuba anywhere he wanted this weekend.
On the table the laptop made a familiar humming noise as the desktop loaded up.
Seto straightened and his fingers moved like liquid lightening bringing up page after page of graphs and figures. He studied them for a few minutes before accessing his messenger service; actively connecting himself to his office and began to send the files over to his secretary.
There were very few people on his messenger service; he only used it for a select few clients and of course for keeping in contact with Mokuba when he had to go on long business trips. Strangely Mokuba’s icon was illuminated, showing his status as active and online. Seto frowned, there was no way Mokuba could be online right now, he was in a car on the way to school. Obviously the computer in his brother’s room had been left on. Seto got to his feet and made his way back through the mansion. Seto wasn’t one to worry about extra money, but the risk of fire had always been a bother too him. A single fire could strip away something that has taken years to produce.
He let himself into Mokuba’s room. It was tidy as always, the unmade bed being the only thing to detract from the otherwise catalogue look to the place.
Mokuba had left the computer on. Obviously he’d been in the process of closing it down and had just missed hitting the correct option with the mouse. Seto moved the cursor over the “turn system off” button, but hesitated.
On the bottom toolbar he could see an open messenger window; out of curiosity he clicked it.
A small window opened on the desktop. The last message read:
We’ll pick you up again tonight; just wait outside the school gates.
So there it was, there were no after school clubs, Mokuba hadn’t been attending extra study periods instead of coming home. Instead he’d been out with friends; who were obviously more important than his older brother. Friends he’s been unwilling to tell his brother about and friends he obviously did not feel comfortable bringing home.
Seto felt a cold hand reach out and add an additional twist to the knife in his gut as he read the scribes' handle.
BlackMagicianBoi.
Thanks Mokuba…
For: 30_Friends
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Characters: Seto & Mokuba Kaiba
Theme: 8) Secrets and Lies
Word Count: 746
Mokuba practically flew down the main stairwell, taking the steps three at a time. Unlike most children his age, Mokuba adored school. He loved the social side as well as being one of the smartest kids there.
Seto stood at the foot of the stairs, dressed sharply in a black shirt, trousers and holding an expensive looking schoolbag towards his brother.
On reaching the bottom Mokuba clutched at the bag in his frantic dash across the hallway and out of the front door towards the awaiting carpool.
“Bye Nii-Sama!” he called as the door slammed closed behind him.
Life had only just begun to return to normal since Seto’s most recent defeat by Yugi. Seto had returned to running Kaiba Corp and taken to turning off the television and radio; Yugi was headlining constantly and he simply didn’t want to hear about it. He again felt safe in the mansion he called home, although every morning when Mokuba left, Seto felt that the door trapped an unwelcome chill when it closed behind his brother.
The feeling never lasted long as Seto would leave for work soon after. Today was different; Seto had decided to work on his latest ideas from the comfort of his couch.
He walked the corridors and entered his favourite living room. He sat softly on the couch and placing his laptop on the coffee table he turned it on.
While waiting for it to boot up and initialise the hundred plus versions of privacy software he leant back on the crisp leather and glanced around the room, fingering his locket absent-mindedly.
He missed Mokuba, not that he’d ever openly tell his brother as much. But he was working more and Mokuba always seemed to be busy. He left early for school and arrived home late several nights a week due to after school clubs with friends. Bitterly Seto wished that Mokuba would give up at least one of his clubs; surely he didn’t need to be out five nights a week, but never mentioned his grief. Mokuba was, after all, happy being a fiery little socialite.
Seto made a mental note to put aside some private time to take Mokuba anywhere he wanted this weekend.
On the table the laptop made a familiar humming noise as the desktop loaded up.
Seto straightened and his fingers moved like liquid lightening bringing up page after page of graphs and figures. He studied them for a few minutes before accessing his messenger service; actively connecting himself to his office and began to send the files over to his secretary.
There were very few people on his messenger service; he only used it for a select few clients and of course for keeping in contact with Mokuba when he had to go on long business trips. Strangely Mokuba’s icon was illuminated, showing his status as active and online. Seto frowned, there was no way Mokuba could be online right now, he was in a car on the way to school. Obviously the computer in his brother’s room had been left on. Seto got to his feet and made his way back through the mansion. Seto wasn’t one to worry about extra money, but the risk of fire had always been a bother too him. A single fire could strip away something that has taken years to produce.
He let himself into Mokuba’s room. It was tidy as always, the unmade bed being the only thing to detract from the otherwise catalogue look to the place.
Mokuba had left the computer on. Obviously he’d been in the process of closing it down and had just missed hitting the correct option with the mouse. Seto moved the cursor over the “turn system off” button, but hesitated.
On the bottom toolbar he could see an open messenger window; out of curiosity he clicked it.
A small window opened on the desktop. The last message read:
We’ll pick you up again tonight; just wait outside the school gates.
So there it was, there were no after school clubs, Mokuba hadn’t been attending extra study periods instead of coming home. Instead he’d been out with friends; who were obviously more important than his older brother. Friends he’s been unwilling to tell his brother about and friends he obviously did not feel comfortable bringing home.
Seto felt a cold hand reach out and add an additional twist to the knife in his gut as he read the scribes' handle.
BlackMagicianBoi.
Thanks Mokuba…