Notes - Done for ygodrabble. Set post-canon. It was a challenge getting this to fit the six hundred word count, I enjoyed having to consider something like that.
Anyone in class could tell you that Mokuba didn't have many friends.
Which was weird considering he was rich. Or his brother was rich. Either way people wanted to be friends with the rich kid. Though it seemed the rich kid did not want to be friends with them. He probably thought he was too good for them all or something.
Rich people were weird.
Years ago this had stopped bothering Mokuba, as his home life tended to be so busy that he didn't bother keeping track of if he talked to people at school or not. He'd really never felt comfortable around people his own age. His whole circle of friends consisted of Seto and-
…Ah, it looked like it was starting to rain. Climbing into the back of the limo Mokuba motioned to the driver to head back to KaibaCorp.
As he sat back in the car something outside of the window caught his eye.
Oh, it was those four.
They went to the same school as Seto apparently, and you strictly did not talk about them inside KaibaCorp. Especially not Yuugi, it was a bit of a sore subject.
The limo rolled slowly past them and Mokuba mused that they probably hadn't even noticed it was raining. Jounouchi was preoccupied with trying to grab Honda in a headlock, as Yuugi balanced on the balls of his feet trying to get them to stop. Behind them Anzu shook her head at whatever they were fighting about and brushed some water from her skirt. Well, one of them had noticed it was raining at least.
Because of everything they'd been through they were possibly the only people in Domino who didn't look up when a limo went past. Over the years they'd seen megalomaniacs, dragons, spirits, Pharaohs and a large list of other assorted oddities. Unlike most people, having a limo drive past them wasn't the strangest thing that had happened to them recently.
It didn't matter though; they could all trudge home in the rain. It probably wouldn't be the first time.
Then that little nagging voice in the back of his head told him that wasn't the right thing to do. They were… friends, weren't they?
It was true that they'd helped him many times in the past; they'd even saved his life before. But…
Seto hated them. Really, really hated them.
And Mokuba didn't want to do anything that would make Seto annoyed.
From the front of the car the driver watched Mokuba's young face form into a frown through the mirror. Sometimes it was easy to forget that he had so much more experience then most children his age. Other times it was easier to forget that he was just a kid.
After this pause, Mokuba's voice called forward, "Stop the limo."
"Yes, sir." There was no room to question your boss, regardless of what his age was.
"Mokuba? What the heck do you think you're doin-"
"Just get in before I change my mind."
"We really appreciate this, Mokuba," Yuugi said, trying his hardest not to drip on the floor as they all stepped inside.
"Just don't tell Seto or I'll never do you any favours again," Mokuba replied, face looking somewhat huffy as he closed the door and instructed the driver to continue, and to make a stop at somewhere called the Kame Game Store on the way home.
Young Mokuba had difficulty making friends, but silently the driver thought he was making progress.