WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER (A.K.A. SLEEPLESS II)

DISCLAIMER: I'm only gonna do this on chapter 1: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS. Do you really think they're mine?
WARNING: Angst alert. No hot stuff in the first few chapters... What? An actual story-line? I must be feverish. Oh, and Mokuba and Seto are b-r-o-t-h-e-r-s!!!

WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER
CHAPTER 1


Outside, the sky was spring-blue. The long corridor to the executive office, however, was not blessed with natural light, and was decorated - if that was the right word - in shades of grey. Two figures strode towards the office door, one tall with black hair, the other taller with brown.

"No." The taller of the two kept walking. "I have a business meeting at four, and I expect it to last well into the evening."

"What about tomorrow? Tomorrow lunch?" The younger of the pair tried to keep pace, and to fence the hopeful note out of his voice - pleading might have worked once, but if he wanted to be treated as an adult he had to behave accordingly.

The elder replied without turning his head or acknowledging the other man in any way. "I'm meeting Teresa, and before you ask I'll be attending conferences on Saturday and Sunday."

"What is wrong with you?" snapped the shorter man, stopping in the corridor, and fighting an urge to stamp his foot. "I just want to see you - it'll take, what, an hour? It's not like you can't make the time." He felt the frustration that he'd sworn to keep in check push colour into his cheeks. "This is just what you were like before - " The words came out of his mouth unbidden, as if thinking them all week had given them a body or will of their own.

-Stupid- he thought as his brother took less than two seconds to close the space between them.

"Before...?" the taller man spat, voice low. Although his little brother had grown, a good few inches still separated the blue eyes from the grey, and he used his height to force his brother back.

But the other stood his ground. In for a metre, in for a mile, he figured. "You know what I mean. You've only got time for the company. And Teresa, but you only want her because you think she belongs to Hanasaki." He folded his arms reflexively as the taller man loomed closer. He could feel his flush threatening to turn to tears, but he -wouldn't- let his brother win this one. "You don't see me, you won't even talk to me. It's just like you were before Yugi - "

He found himself slammed against the corridor wall, a fist closed around his shirt-front and his brother's furious face framed by a harsh fluorescent light. The elder's voice was dangerously quiet, and he crushed the smaller man further and further into the wall. "Shut the -fuck- up about Motou. Hero worship him if you want, but don't do it in my time, and don't mention him to me."

Once again, the words popped out impulsively, though somewhat strangled. "What, are you jealous, big brother? Lose your title to him, then lose your friends?" He forced a laugh just as the tears collapsed down his cheeks. "Or should I say -friend-?" He expected to be hit, or thrown to the floor, but instead the grip at his neck relaxed, and his brother's eyes flickered.

The taller man stood back slightly, then let go of his brother's shirt. "I'm not going to have this argument with you. Grow up. Stop blubbering." He paused long enough to see his words take effect, then turned and marched towards his office.

The younger sucked in a shaky breath, angrily brushing the water from his face. He called after the retreating figure, "You mustn't have got the invitation, but I graduated last week. Top marks. So if that's how you want to judge growing up, go ahead." The other didn't pause. "I got into university," he raised his voice, "I'm doing law. And medicine. I'm using heroin. I'm a prostitute." Still no response. "I'm fucking Teresa. I?m fucking Yugi."

His brother reached the office door, and opened it before looking back. "You're a fucking liar, Mokuba," he said calmly, and something like a smile brushed across his mouth. "And your hair is fabulous."

Fists clenched by his sides, Mokuba gritted his teeth hard as the lock clicked shut. A flock of emotions flapped noisily around him, all squawking for attention. Eventually a general sense of upset frustration won out, and he gave in to the pent-up foot-stamp. "Gah!" he yelled at the office door. "I am so -sick- of you!" The door remained silent.

Mokuba once promised to wait for his brother forever, but sometimes waiting forever is hard work.


NOTES: A longer fic, for all those who despise my drabbles!!! There's a story called "White Roses" out there (one of the better Kaiba Bros fics around), and I admit to getting the inspiration for the Mokuba outburst (I'm going to uni... I'm fucking Yugi) from there. I'll check who it's by, and tell you! Please review!!!