Warnings/notes : Seto/Joey, Mokuba, slight weirdness
Disclaimer : I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
written at 18th june 2003, by Misura
The room was dark, illuminated only by the light of a single lamp standing on a table. That table stood next to the bed in which a pale young boy with dark hair was lying.
On the other side of the bed sat another, older boy, clasping the younger boy's hand. His face was almost as pale as that of the younger one.
Most people who knew him would have been surprised at the amount of emotion he was showing, though those who really knew him would point out that it was only to be expected under the current circumstances.
The boy in the bed was, after all, his only brother.
And, as most would add, the only person he truly cared for.
Because they knew no better, being too blind to see a denied crush when they saw one. Not that they were to blame really ; it was just that they didn't understand him. They saw the mask he wore and concluded it was his real face.
His brother knew though.
"Seto ... " A bare whisper, yet loud enough to be heard by the person adressed.
"Mokuba. Can I get you anything? Would you like something to drink?" He sounded eager to do something, to help rather than merely sit there watching, waiting.
The dark-haired boy shook his head, slowly as if even this small movement exhausted him. "Just ... promise me something. Please." His voice broke as he started to cough.
Seto made worried noises, until the coughing had stopped and dark eyes gazed into his own.
"Please, older brother." Mokuba repeated softly.
Seto nodded ; he'd do anything if it would make his brother happy especially now. "What do you want me to promise?"
"I want to see you together with the one you love." Mokuba said firmly.
Seto smiled and ruffled his younger brother's hair. "I love *you*, little brother. I love you more than anyone else in the world."
Mokuba smiled bleakly. "I didn't mean 'love' that way. I mean what you feel for Joey."
It was Seto's turn to go red coughing. "That *mutt*?! What on earth gives you the idea I even like him? He hates my guts."
"You love him. And I think he loves you as well." Mokuba declared.
"You're hallucinating." Seto stated. "You're obviously very ill. You should focus on getting well again rather than on silly things like that."
"Promise me." Mokuba's voice faded, as he closed his eyes, leaning back into the cushions.
Seto looked alarmed. "A-all right then. I promise. I'll call him tomorrow, okay? Mokuba?"
"Not ... tomorrow. Today. You must call him today." Mokuba whispered urgently.
"Today." Seto agreed.
"Right now." Mokuba pressed. "I'll hang on. There's nothing you can do for me."
"But I don't want to leave you alone!" Seto protested.
"Go." Mokuba's hand waved weakly to the door.
Seto lacked the courage to argue any longer. Obediently, he walked out of the room, taking a last pained look at his younger brother before he softly closed the door.
Mokuba sighed with relief as Seto was finally gone.
Seto softly leaned forward, until their faces were very close.
Then his arms surrounded Joey pressing their bodies against one another, pressing his lips to Joey's while his hands wandered over the other boy's back.
The blonde moaned softly as -
"JOEY! Someone on the phone for you!"
Joey opened his eyes with a groan, cursing whoever it was that had dared to interrupt his pleasant dreams. A part of him commented they were actually rather pathetic since it was obvious Seto would never answer his feelings, but he couldn't help himself.
"Who is it?" he asked, running down the stairs and reaching for the phone.
"Don't know." His father shrugged. "Some guy named Kaiba."
His heart skipped a beat at that. Almost snatching the horn out of his father's grip he said : "Hello?" His father left at that, muttering something about youth being terribly ill-mannered these days, but Joey was way too excited to mind.
"Hello, puppy." a voice at the other side of the line said coldly.
"It's been a while, huh? Everything all right with Mokuba?" Joey was rather pleased at his self-control. His voice quavered only a little and Seto was bound to warm up to a subject like his younger brother. If the kid wasn't so cute, Joey might have been jealous of him for all the attention and care he got from Seto.
A long silence. Then : "Mokuba is ... very ill."
"Oh. I'm very sorry." Joey replied lamely.
"He ... asked me to call you."
"Me?!? But ... why?" Joey didn't know Mokuba that well, really. They had met a few times, sure, but not often enough to have become more than distant friends.
"It's ... hard to explain. Could you ... come here?"
"Sure! I'll be on my way as soon as possible." Joey felt his stomach flutter. He felt guilty about the feeling immediately ; with Mokuba ill there was no chance he'd get to have more than a small part of Seto's attention and yet ...
"Please hurry." Seto hung up abruptly after that. Joey reflected he was probably as surprised as Joey had been at saying 'please' to him. It convinced him there was something seriously wrong with Mokuba. He sprinted to the livingroom to grab his jacket.
"I'm going to see a friend." he yelled as he ran to the door.
He couldn't hear his father's reply, which might have been for the better.
~to be concluded in the second part~