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Yay! My first completed YGO fanfic! Go me!
Rating: PG
Pairings: Mokuba/Yami no Bakura, Mokuba/MVWM, Mokuba/Yami no Bakura/MVWM
Warnings: Read That's Bakura For You This is based off of that fic, plotholes, OOC-ness, and all.
I present...
The Return
Mokuba Kaiba was just an average boy. If by average, you mean the younger brother of a boy genius and lover of a crazed ancient spirit, of course. Well, nobody said life was easy.
Anyway, Mokuba had just returned home from another lengthy visit with Bakura. He knew it wouldn't be easy to hide their after-dinner activities from his older brother much longer, but for now, it didn't matter. He was so in love with that delightfully evil dreamboat. As he shut his bedroom door, Mokuba couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He looked around the room, nervous, until his eyes settled on his nightstand. There, staring at him with non-existant eyes, was the White Mocha he had purchased several weeks before.
"Ack! Where did that come from?" exclaimed Mokuba. "That stupid thing vanished as soon as I met up with Bakura outside the coffee shop."
The mocha's steam intensified, as if angered by the mention of the other's name.
Mokuba shook his head. "I have to be imagining things. Mochas can't get angry. It's just a cup of overpriced coffee for God's sake."
Now the mocha bubbled, literally boiling mad at the boy's words. If it had eyes, its glare would easily equal Kaiba's. However, it didn't, so it just had to make do with bubbling at him.
"Okay, I'm never going to trust 'Kura's cooking again," Mokuba said, 'Although I'm glad it didn't interfere too much with what we did after dinner...' he added to himself with a silly grin. "Oh stop that!" he said, glaring at the mocha. "How did you get here?" 'Cripes,' he thought to himself. 'I'm talking to a cup of coffee. I must be losing it.'
The mocha, which stopped its furious bubbling as soon as Mokuba had admonished it, started up again, this time in a pattern easily recognizable to anyone with Mokuba's expertise.
"Morse code!" said Mokuba. 'Yep, it's official. I've cracked,' he mentally added.
"I am the Magical Vanishing White Mocha," bubbled the mocha. "I love you."
Mokuba was taken aback. What could he do? He loved Bakura, but he didn't want to hurt the mocha either. The irresistible scent of the coffee and the lure of its caffeinated goodness was beginning to get to the boy's head. He walked over to the bed and took the mocha in his hand.
The mocha burbled happily and released a cloud of steam in the shape of a heart. It sent more of it's wonderfully sweet scent Mokuba's way, seemingly waiting for the boy to respond.
"I know I shouldn't be doing this," murmured Mokuba, "but it feels so right." He leaned in, bringing the mocha slowly to his lips. As soon as his lips touched the rim, however, they were interrupted by Mokuba's bedroom door bursting open.
"Sweetness, you left your undersh-Oh my God! What are you doing to that White Mocha?" yelled Yami Bakura.
Mokuba gasped. "B-b-bakura! I d-didn't know you were coming!"
Tears leaked from Bakura's brown eyes. "How could you? I thought you loved me!" he cried.
"I do!" replied Mokuba. "But I think I love the Magical Vanishing White Mocha too. Can you learn to see it as I do?"
Bakura strode over to the bed and took the mocha from his lover. Instantly, the heat, the decadent scent, the soft cup overwhelmed him. "I-i think we can arrange something," he stammered.
Mokuba beamed up at him, and boy, spirit, and Magical Vanishing White Mocha lived happily ever after.
And, because I just couldn't resist...Less filling AND tastes great!
Tears leaked from Bakura's brown eyes. "How could you? I thought you loved me!" he cried.
"I do!" replied Mokuba. "But I think I love the magical Vanishing White Mocha too. Can you learn to see it as I do?"
Bakura strode over to the bed and took the mocha from his lover. He brought the cup to his lips...and drank the entire thing down in one gulp, crushing the cup in his hand once he had finished.
"Bakura!" cried Mokuba. "I loved that mocha! It was magical! How could you?"
Bakura just grinned evilly, his canines becoming more pronounced. "I believe you and I have some unfinished business to take care of, and this time, the Pharaoh's little guard monkey won't be here to save you!"
"Bakura! No!" gasped Mokuba, but it was already too late.
Bakura grabbed a Duel Monsters card from Mokuba's dresser, and with a flash from his Millennium Ring, Mokuba Kaiba's soul was no more. Bakura cackled as he possessed the shell formerly belonging to his young lover.
"Now nothing will stop me!" he yelled as lightning crashed down from the previously cloudless sky. The Spirit of the Ring ran from the mansion, making sure to step on the Magical Vanishing White Mocha's cup on his way out, leaving a very disoriented and Ring-less Ryou behind.
Thus, everyone lived happily ever after, except for Mokuba, who now resides in the Shadow Realm, and the Magical Vanishing White Mocha, who will never love again. Not that we really care. It was just a cup of overpriced coffee, after all.
Don't hate me! I just wanted to fix the plotholes in the fic this was based off of. Honest!
Edit: It was pointed out to me that I didn't give credit for a few things. Several of the lines in this fic were inspired by Kyoten's comment, and the Magical Vanishing White Mocha originated from moonbeam_thief, herself. So sorry!
Rating: PG
Pairings: Mokuba/Yami no Bakura, Mokuba/MVWM, Mokuba/Yami no Bakura/MVWM
Warnings: Read That's Bakura For You This is based off of that fic, plotholes, OOC-ness, and all.
I present...
The Return
Mokuba Kaiba was just an average boy. If by average, you mean the younger brother of a boy genius and lover of a crazed ancient spirit, of course. Well, nobody said life was easy.
Anyway, Mokuba had just returned home from another lengthy visit with Bakura. He knew it wouldn't be easy to hide their after-dinner activities from his older brother much longer, but for now, it didn't matter. He was so in love with that delightfully evil dreamboat. As he shut his bedroom door, Mokuba couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He looked around the room, nervous, until his eyes settled on his nightstand. There, staring at him with non-existant eyes, was the White Mocha he had purchased several weeks before.
"Ack! Where did that come from?" exclaimed Mokuba. "That stupid thing vanished as soon as I met up with Bakura outside the coffee shop."
The mocha's steam intensified, as if angered by the mention of the other's name.
Mokuba shook his head. "I have to be imagining things. Mochas can't get angry. It's just a cup of overpriced coffee for God's sake."
Now the mocha bubbled, literally boiling mad at the boy's words. If it had eyes, its glare would easily equal Kaiba's. However, it didn't, so it just had to make do with bubbling at him.
"Okay, I'm never going to trust 'Kura's cooking again," Mokuba said, 'Although I'm glad it didn't interfere too much with what we did after dinner...' he added to himself with a silly grin. "Oh stop that!" he said, glaring at the mocha. "How did you get here?" 'Cripes,' he thought to himself. 'I'm talking to a cup of coffee. I must be losing it.'
The mocha, which stopped its furious bubbling as soon as Mokuba had admonished it, started up again, this time in a pattern easily recognizable to anyone with Mokuba's expertise.
"Morse code!" said Mokuba. 'Yep, it's official. I've cracked,' he mentally added.
"I am the Magical Vanishing White Mocha," bubbled the mocha. "I love you."
Mokuba was taken aback. What could he do? He loved Bakura, but he didn't want to hurt the mocha either. The irresistible scent of the coffee and the lure of its caffeinated goodness was beginning to get to the boy's head. He walked over to the bed and took the mocha in his hand.
The mocha burbled happily and released a cloud of steam in the shape of a heart. It sent more of it's wonderfully sweet scent Mokuba's way, seemingly waiting for the boy to respond.
"I know I shouldn't be doing this," murmured Mokuba, "but it feels so right." He leaned in, bringing the mocha slowly to his lips. As soon as his lips touched the rim, however, they were interrupted by Mokuba's bedroom door bursting open.
"Sweetness, you left your undersh-Oh my God! What are you doing to that White Mocha?" yelled Yami Bakura.
Mokuba gasped. "B-b-bakura! I d-didn't know you were coming!"
Tears leaked from Bakura's brown eyes. "How could you? I thought you loved me!" he cried.
"I do!" replied Mokuba. "But I think I love the Magical Vanishing White Mocha too. Can you learn to see it as I do?"
Bakura strode over to the bed and took the mocha from his lover. Instantly, the heat, the decadent scent, the soft cup overwhelmed him. "I-i think we can arrange something," he stammered.
Mokuba beamed up at him, and boy, spirit, and Magical Vanishing White Mocha lived happily ever after.
And, because I just couldn't resist...Less filling AND tastes great!
Tears leaked from Bakura's brown eyes. "How could you? I thought you loved me!" he cried.
"I do!" replied Mokuba. "But I think I love the magical Vanishing White Mocha too. Can you learn to see it as I do?"
Bakura strode over to the bed and took the mocha from his lover. He brought the cup to his lips...and drank the entire thing down in one gulp, crushing the cup in his hand once he had finished.
"Bakura!" cried Mokuba. "I loved that mocha! It was magical! How could you?"
Bakura just grinned evilly, his canines becoming more pronounced. "I believe you and I have some unfinished business to take care of, and this time, the Pharaoh's little guard monkey won't be here to save you!"
"Bakura! No!" gasped Mokuba, but it was already too late.
Bakura grabbed a Duel Monsters card from Mokuba's dresser, and with a flash from his Millennium Ring, Mokuba Kaiba's soul was no more. Bakura cackled as he possessed the shell formerly belonging to his young lover.
"Now nothing will stop me!" he yelled as lightning crashed down from the previously cloudless sky. The Spirit of the Ring ran from the mansion, making sure to step on the Magical Vanishing White Mocha's cup on his way out, leaving a very disoriented and Ring-less Ryou behind.
Thus, everyone lived happily ever after, except for Mokuba, who now resides in the Shadow Realm, and the Magical Vanishing White Mocha, who will never love again. Not that we really care. It was just a cup of overpriced coffee, after all.
Don't hate me! I just wanted to fix the plotholes in the fic this was based off of. Honest!
Edit: It was pointed out to me that I didn't give credit for a few things. Several of the lines in this fic were inspired by Kyoten's comment, and the Magical Vanishing White Mocha originated from moonbeam_thief, herself. So sorry!