Disclaimer: I don’t own Yugioh
Rating: G for Mokuba’s lack of a sense of reality.
Word Count: 400
Warnings: The complete and utter sadness of Mokuba’s reality and what he wishes for.
Author’s note: This story is a play on the cliché “delusions of grandeur”. It was really meant to show how awfully sad Mokuba’s desires are, and how he has a sort of lower standard of living than he should.
Someday, Mokuba thought, everything would be perfect. He and his brother would live comfortably in a nice house (maybe even where they lived now, though Mokuba rarely pictured it that way), and would be able to walk to school or anywhere else. They would rarely take the car and when they did, Seto would drive them and not some random chauffer.
When this happened, Seto, of course, would not have to work nearly as much as he did now, and Kaiba Corporation would be working well, but not overly so. Seto would work from home most of the time (though he would go to work on occasion), and he would show Mokuba what he was doing sometimes, so that one day he could really do something as the Vice President of Kaiba Corporation. And they would smile and laugh together; and it would be fun, even though it was work.
And since Seto would work less, he would have a lot more time to spend with Mokuba. He would cook dinner for Mokuba every day, and they would eat together in a real dining room and have detailed discussions (though Mokuba didn’t know what about). And every day they would go on walks together, or go to the movies, or watch TV. And then Seto would come into Mokuba’s room before he went to sleep and say goodnight every night.
And on the weekends, the two would go to the beach together, and in the summer they would share horror stories, and in autumn they would go to night festivals together, and in the winter, they would have snowball fights, and in the spring, they would watch the stars. And Seto would be able to take holidays off and not worry about it, and so they could go on trips to places like Kyoto and Okinawa for Golden Week, and America and England over summer vacation. And on warm nights Seto would let Mokuba stay up, and they would play chess. And Seto would smile at Mokuba like he used to and Mokuba would feel like he could fly (even though Seto would always win).
And life would be perfect.
Yes, Mokuba decided, illusions of grandeur certainly were nice, and when he found himself alone on cold winter evenings, they were the only things that pulled him through. But he would have to wait for them to become anything more.