A/N: It really has been a while since I did any writing hasn't it? Well, here's a little ongoing project for you to sink your teeth into.

So lately I have been really into Yu-Gi-Oh! and, if you have seen my work on deviantArt or Tumblr, you'll know that my YGO muse is the high and mighty Seto Kaiba. He is, after all, one of the reasons that dragons have been with me my entire life! I thought I might have a crack at trying to set up a little drabble fic, a place to post little stories concerning Kaiba and Mokuba because I seriously need to give this raven-haired kid some love. I do love the bond these two brothers share.

As an extra note, other characters like Yugi / Yami, Joey, Téa, Tristan and Bakura may show up in future chapters but I will try to focus on the Kaiba brothers as much as I can.

So, uh, here ya go! I don't have any set plan with this (like everything else); I'll just write whatever comes into mind. I have two more chapters planned at the moment - one is a fairytale retelling by Mokuba and the other involves the word 'caterpillars' - but I won't spoil it. For now, enjoy the Kaiba brothers having a pizza night!

Pizza Night

"Thank you!" called Mokuba as he waved off the deliveryman. He closed the door and stared longingly at the item he held in his hands.

A deep crust pizza with all the extra toppings, enclosed within its own little box.

The smell was so appetising. The cheese looked divine. The crust was golden and looked luscious.

Mokuba was going to enjoy the little feast he had planned for tonight.

He strode over to the living room and got himself comfy on the couch. He set the pizza down beside him and got himself all wrapped up in blankets and pillows, effectively encasing himself with feather-filled armour. By the time he was done, he looked more like a pillow-snowman than the president of KaibaCorp's little brother.

A hand reached out to grab the remote from the table, and fingers nimbly switched on the TV before flicking through the channels.

Eventually Mokuba found the channel with one of his favourite cartoons on and settled down to enjoy his marathon. He was going to watch the entire new series with no interruption from anyone; he'd even gone so far as to draw out a makeshift No-Entry sign and tape it to the living room door.

The raven-haired kid smiled and reached out to grab a slice of his dinner for the day.

"Mokuba Kaiba, what is THIS?"

Mokuba flinched when he heard that voice. It was all too familiar; a cold deep voice that still held some compassion for him and only him. He didn't want to look in the direction of the voice, but if he stayed frozen in place he would get it badly.

So he turned to face the person who had just entered the room, despite the sign on the door.

"Oh, heya Nii-sama …" Mokuba chuckled weakly.

Seto Kaiba marched up to the couch, clutching the No-Entry sign in his right hand. His brown bangs had fallen in front of his blue eyes, which he quickly brushed back, and his mouth was set into a scolding scowl. He was dressed in his smart white suit, the one he usually wore to work, and he was holding his silver briefcase in his left hand; obviously he'd only just come home from KaibaCorp HQ.

"Can you explain to me what this is doing on the door?" demanded Seto, placing the sign on the armrest.

"Well, uh," stuttered Mokuba. "You see, I, uh -"

"You are supposed to be in bed," sighed Seto, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You need your sleep, little brother."

"Oh, and you don't?" Mokuba decided to risk a throwback. "Mr I'm-So-Busy-I-Don't-Need-Sleep?" He didn't mean it in a cruel way; he just wanted to tease his brother.

"You know I am a busy man," retorted Seto crossly, though his face did soften for a moment. "With all these schematics for Duel Disks and Kaiba Land plans to authorise I -" He stopped mid-sentence.

Mokuba suddenly got intrigued. What had caught Seto's attention for him to stop like that? Normally his focus was legendary; nothing could interrupt him even at work. So why had he suddenly stopped?

Then it hit him. The younger Kaiba saw that his brother was looking at the pizza.

Uh-oh.

"And … what do you call this?" he asked sharply, pointing to the food.

"Uh …" Mokuba tried to come up with a suitable lie. " … a gift from Roland?"

"Have you had dinner yet?" Seto called his bluff.

Double uh-oh.

"Uhhh … yeeeaaaaah …?" Mokuba made a vain attempt to stretch out the syllables in order to deter his brother.

Seto fixed him with his trademark 'deep blue stare', crossing his arms as he did. A finger tapped against his opposite arm, indicating he wasn't falling for it.

Mokuba glanced at the TV and saw his cartoon had already started. With a dejected sigh, he hung his head.

"OK, no, I haven't," he admitted. "THIS is my dinner." He gestured to the pizza. "But you can't stop me from eating it."

"Mokuba, we have cordon bleu chefs cooking at this mansion every day," countered Seto. "They can cook you any meal you want. You don't have to eat something as common as this!"

"Oh lighten up, Seto!" Mokuba suddenly exclaimed, taking his brother by surprise. "I just wanted to enjoy my marathon of this cartoon without any disruptions! I wanted to get comfy, relax, and eat something that I wanted to eat for a change!"

"The chefs can make you -" started Seto, but he was interrupted.

"Nuh-uh," said Mokuba, shaking his head. "I wanted something made by someone else. Something delicious, not rich! Something I could eat without having to sit at the dinner table!" He let out a sigh. "I just wanted a relaxing evening … but now it looks like I'm not even gonna be able to feed myself."

Mokuba pouted and crossed his arms in a huff. Seto could see his brother was not at all happy that his plans had been spoiled. He stared at Mokuba, and suddenly felt his stomach rumble.

He was hungry too. He'd forgotten he'd skipped lunch today to get through some VR schematics.

It was at that moment, when he placed his hand over his stomach, that Seto knew what he was going to have to eat.

He slid down into the couch, took off his blazer and rested it on the armrest before tapping the raven-haired child on the shoulder.

Mokuba glanced at Seto, still pouting. "What?" he muttered.

"Do you think you could … share your pizza with me, Mokie?" the brown-haired CEO asked.

Mokuba was silent. Then, his lips curled upwards and he gave his trademark cheeky grin.

"You have to sit down and marathon this cartoon with me," he bargained.

Seto rolled his eyes like he didn't care, but deep down he was just happy to see Mokuba smiling again. "Fine," he answered. "It's not like I had anything else important to do tonight."

Mokuba's smile increased and he handed Seto a few pillows. The elder Kaiba brother accepted them and reached behind the couch, seemingly doing something, before retracting his hand and getting settled in.

As the Kaiba brothers began their marathon, eating slices of pizza as they did, the No-Entry sign that Seto had stuck to the back of the couch made it evident that they were not to be disturbed.

A/N: Well, there's the first little drabble. Hope you enjoyed! I think the next one will be Mokuba retelling a classic fairytale, but I must warn you ... it is long for a drabble ...