Hey everyone, heres another fic for me which I just thought up recently not very creative but hey. So yeah is rated for some language so if that offends you dont read it, otherwise just another Kaiba brothers fluff story. Yep guess thats all, cause you all know that i don't own the characters.
"My birthdays in a week!" Mokuba Kaiba ran up the oak staircase to the third floor of their mansion. "Seto!" His older brother looked up from the file that he had been going over since early that morning as the younger boy flew into the room.
"Really I had no idea, since you haven't been counting down for the last five months." He said smiling slightly in a way that he would only ever let his little brother see.
"I know but its so exciting isn't it?" Mokuba said flopping down in the armchair that sat not far from Seto's desk. It really was, though Seto wasn't sure why fourteen just seemed so old, he looked over to his brother who was now flipping through a business magazine waiting for his older brother to agree with him. His long black hair fell over one eye and across his thin shoulders, hes always been so small, thought Seto maybe thats why its so hard for me to let him grow up. No he knew that wasn't it, the idea that his baby brother could be going into high school next year was so scary to him, with every passing year he came closer to something that he had always feared, losing Mokuba.
"It's amazingly exciting." He said making sure that he sound like he was merely entertained by his brother's enthusiasm.
"What did you get me Seto?" Mokuba now had the magazine down and was watching his older brother carefully.
"Nothing. I have been thinking that you really have far to much stuff as it is."
"Was that a joke Mr. Kaiba?" The younger boy said with a laugh.
"I do make them once every year or so." He smiled at his brother, who rolled his dark grey eyes.
"So your saying that your not going to tell me then?" Mokuba guessed, Seto nodded and turned back to the file. The younger boy still didn't get up, instead he looked down at the floor.
"You will be home on my birthday wont you?" He said almost inaudibly. Seto stopped typing and looked back to the child.
"I would never miss it." Mokuba slide from his chair and hugged his older brother tightly.
"Thanks Seto your the best!" The older smiled down at him and hugged him back, somewhere deep down he was glad that his brother was a little childish at times for these moments when he could pretend just for a minute that everything was okay like it used to be, but then he knew it would never be what he had when he was a child, you should just be grateful that Gozabura is no longer here.
"See you later kiddo," he said as Mokuba ran from the room to go to school and he heard the younger boy yell bye.
The office was, as always far more boring then he wanted to believe. Especially since there was very little actual work which needed to be done, so he spent the most part of his day going over old programs and revamping them to fit the slightly different codes which they were now using. It was menial work, but kept him from being bored and from feeling lazy. Around noon he watched the few employees that worked near to him leave for lunch. Seto very rarely ate during the day and if he did it was something which he had brought to his office. His stepfather had told him that needing a break during your work was a sign that it was not the most important thing in your life, and though Seto knew for sure that it was not and truly didn't care what others thought old habits died harder then he would have imagined. The phone on his desk began to ring, very few people had the number of this room, most would have to call through his secretary who was currently on a break, so he knew that this was something that he actually cared to hear.
"Hello?" He said not taking his eyes from the computer screen.
"Mr. Kaiba, you wanted to me to call when I was done getting all that necessary research for the profiles sir."
"oh yes of course I'll be down in a minute." He hung up the phone and closed down the files before heading out of the room. These profiles were records and important information about himself and his younger brother, since he had noticed that if his stepfather had at some point had any of this information it was no where to be found and he wanted to be sure that he would have every thing which would be needed in a real emergency. He stepped off the elevator into the dim lower level hallway. The man, who Seto for the life of him could never remembers name, was reading over copies of two documents and typing the information into the computer that was situated on his lap. Seto leafed though the piles looking over the information most of which he already knew, adoption records, school records and more crap of that nature that he was truly not interested in.
"Its sorta strange isn't it?" Asked the man looking up from whatever he was reading. "How much children change over the years." Seto nodded barely listening.
"Sure it is, what are you working on?"
"Birth records, all the data filled out about you two right after you were born, would you like to look?" He asked holding out two sets of documents. Seto took them, on the top was the more recent of the two. He had never seen either of their birth certificates, his eyes scanned the page and suddenly stopped at the description of the child.
"I don't think this is the right document, theres something wrong." Seto said holding it out to the older man, who waved it away.
"No Mr. Kaiba I got those from the hospital that you were born at," Seto looked down at the paper again.
"My little brother never had blue eyes and brown hair." He whispered looking the words over and over again. Mokuba (Tatsuki) Kaiba was the name on this paper, but the description was almost identical to that of Seto's own birth certificate. He instinctively flipped opened the locket which he wore, a small dark haired child smiled back at him. But then how could this be right? His mind wandered back to the day Mokuba was born trying to recall if this description could possibly be the baby which he had seen.
Memory
The small boy sat quietly in a hard plastic chair next to his mother's bed, his eyes filling with tears that he would not let spill over. He had to be strong for his father who looked more broken then he ever had before. His mother lay on the bed, breathing so shallow it was almost not there holding the small bundle in her arms.
"Seto do you want to hold your brother honey?" She asked a sad smile playing across her face, he wanted to shake his head, he hated that baby for what he had done, for the pain his mother was in. But the look in her eyes told him that she wanted this, so he held out his small arms and took the surprisingly light child in them. He pulled the baby closer to his body, it squirmed irritably trying to get back to the more stable arms of before.
"Seto you have to protect him, hes your brother and I know can do. For me sweetheart." She said in a whisper. Seto bit his lip and looked back down, the small child's eyes slowly fluttered opened, wide and grey, stared up at the older boy who was holding him. Seto pulled him closer running a hand over the feathering of black hair.
"I'm always going to protect you I promise." He said and kissed him softly on the head.
Back to the present
"Is something wrong Mr. Kaiba?" The other man in the room had stopped typing and was watching the young CEO, who had sank to a chair eyes never leaving the paper in his hands.
"Leave for a moment."
"What..."
"Leave!" He shouted, the man jumped back and hurried out the door. Seto pulled out his cell phone and found the number he was looking for.
"Hello Dr. Cohen speaking how may I help you?" The older man said cheerfully.
"Hi I have to ask you something." Seto said quickly.
"Oh Seto, whats wrong?" The younger man explained quickly, expressing his wonder at how the birth certificate could be so off and his need to get to the bottom of this.
"Please if theres anyway that you could help I would appreciate it."
"Of course Seto, thats very strange, I will let you know as soon as possible."The oler Kaiba hung up on his personal doctor and forced himself to his feet.
Once back in his office he started to work again, though the record still grated on his mind he wouldn't let it stop him from being productive, after all why should he worry about some error in the computer system. He lay back against his seat, the clock on his computer read eight o'clock, far to early to be done yet for some reason he was still unable to focus. Just as he was about to force himself to get back to work, the phone rang shattering all focus he had left.
"Hello how may I help you?" Wow that was almost nice for you Seto, he thought.
"Hi Seto, I need you to come in here its about the chat we had this morning. Theres something really important that you should know." Seto felt his breath catch in that back of his throat, oh god what could be wrong?
"I'll be there in a moment." He hung up the phone and rushed to his car.
By the time he reached the hospital his nerves were more on edge then he could remember them being in a long time, but this was about Mokuba, and he never took any chances when it came to his little brother's safety. Dr. Cohen met him at the front door.
"I just want you to look at these." He handed Seto two sheets of paper, which he recognized as lay outs of genetic code, though he could see no purpose to these since they were very obviously different from each other.
"That ones yours, this one is Mokuba's." The doctor said pointing to them, Seto didn't look up. No, that couldn't be right. There was not a single similarity between these two, genetically related people share a similar genetic code. He forced himself to look up at the doctor.
"What does this mean," He asked dreading that he already knew that answer. Dr. Cohen looked genuinely sorry for what he was about to say.
"I'm sorry Seto, but that child is not your brother."
The conversation in the hosptial played over and over again in his head as he drove home as fast as the speed limit would allow. How could that be? He had asked. The doctor said that it has happened that children are switched by accident in the hospital. Seto pulled the car into park and banged his head against the steering wheel. No, he wouldn't believe it how could the world be so unfair that one and only thing that he held dear was never truly his to begin with. How am I going to tell him? Seto thought as he walked up to the house and pulled the door opened.
"Your home early! I'm so glad I missed you." The little boy bounded into the room and threw his arms around Seto's waist. He froze, he was so happy to see him to, and yet the doctor's words played out in his mind, not your brother. When he didn't move to hug him back, Mokuba looked up in curiousity. "Is something wrong Seto?" He asked carefully in case his brother didn't wanna talk about it, which was common. Seto looked down into his brother's eyes and all that he could see was caring and concern for his older brother's cold actions. All nerves left Seto's body, it didn't matter this was still that same child that he had left that morning, the child that he loved more then anything. He bent down to his knees so that he was closer to Mokuba's height and wrapped his arms tightly around the boy, and kissed his forehead.
"I know your gonna think I'm crazy right now, but Mokuba I just want you to know that I will always love you, because you are my baby brother, okay?" He said looking into the boy's wide eyes. Mokuba nodded confusedly, and then tightened his grip on his brother.
"Of course Seto, I love you too." Whatever happened today he could tell it wasn't good but he would make sure that his older brother was okay. Seto straightened back still looking at his brother.
"I have something really important to do right now, okay?" He said watching the boy's confused face, he could tell that Mokuba was very lost as to why his suddenly acting like this but of course he was just going to be a sweet, amazing child that he was always was.
"Yeah thats alright, will you please come say goodnight to me tonight?" Mokuba asked hoping that his brother was okay. Seto smiled, oh yes he would, he knew that he right now all that he wanted to do right now was hold his little brother, his brother. He looked the boy over again and nodded.
"Yep, see you later sweetheart." He kissed the boy's forehead again, and walked up the stairs to his office.
Seto slummed forward at his desk. He logged quickly onto the interent, finding the hospital files with ease he hacked into the person records. Now to find the day that he was born. He pulled up all the files that were from that date, then narrowed it down to only the boys. All I have to do now is find someone that would fit my brother's description and I'm sure that this would be the boy that I'm looking for. He clicked on file after file, reading many description that were almost right until... James Parker. The child was very small, born early, with black hair and grey eyes. This is him, that sounded just like Mokuba! He cross referenced the child's parents and came up with a USA number. Perfect.
So tell me what you think, I will be trying to update all my stories this week since I'm on break and all, thanks for reading, Arra