I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! but I'm sure you already knew that.
The door swung open to the large meeting room and several heads turned to face the worried secretary.
Seto frowned. "Miss, didn't I tell you not to disturb me during meetings?" She was new, but it still wasn't an excuse for barging in on an important business meeting.
She curtsied politely. "Mr. Kaiba. There's a call for you."
"That's it? Just a call?" In an icey tone.
The young lady shook. "Th-they said it was an emergency. Your brother, sir"
Seto jumped up from the table, knocking his chair over and startling the other CEOs. "What happened to Mokuba?"
"There was an accident at the soccer match. He's in the emergency room, Mr. Kaiba."
Seto quickly grabbed his coat from his over-turned chair and rushed out of the room behind the secretary. "Meeting's adjourned on account of an emergency. We'll continue this discussion later."
Seto was out of the building and on his way to the hospital in less than a moment.
It was only a soccer game. He couldn't have gotten too badly injured, right? But Seto could only think of the worst. He was only thirteen! He was too young to die and Seto wasn't ready to lose him and why was he panicking? It was only a soccer game!
He stopped at the front desk at the hospital, trying to catch his breath after running from the middle of the parking lot all the way there. "I'm here... for... Mokuba Kaiba."
The receptionist nodded and pointed down the hall. "They've moved him from the emergency room and are about to take him into radiology. He should be in room 4b." Seto set off down the hallway.
He could distantly hear someone scolding him for running in the hospital, but he ignored it.
"Nisama!"
He turned to see his little brother being wheeled into the X-ray room and quickly ran to meet him.
The door closed and a nurse held him back. "You can't go into radiology. He'll be out in a few minutes, sir."
Seto gritted his teeth in annoyance, but leaned against the wall to wait, thing digits playing with the locket around his neck.
He had been able to see him and call his name, so he couldn't be too badly hurt, right?
The door re-opened and Mokuba was wheeled out. Seto ran to him and wrapped his arms around him. "Mokuba, I was so worried. Are you okay?"
"Nisama... I broke my arm."
Seto ran his fingers through the black tresses. "Does it hurt, ototo?"
Mokuba nodded, using his good arm to clutch at his brother's shoulder. "Really bad," he whispered.
A kiss to the younger's forehead and Seto stood up, letting Mokuba's fingers slip from his coat.
"May I push him?"
The doctor nodded and let go of the wheel chair. "Follow me, then."
Seto nodded and took hold of the wheel chair with one hand, giving the other to Mokuba for him to squeeze.
They entered room 4b and Seto lifted his little brother out of the wheel chair and tried to sit him on the table, but Mokuba wouldn't let go. "Sit with me, nisama... Please?"
Seto nodded silently and sat down with his little brother in his lap. He ran his fingers gently through Mokuba's hair as the doctor got the splint and cast on the younger Kaiba's left arm.
A thought occured to him. Mokuba was left-handed. He told the docotr so and asked if he'd still be able to perform everyday tasks.
"He might be able to write, but even if he is it's likely to be very sloppy. It might be hard for him to bathe by himself, and he certainly won't be able to cook for himself."
Mokuba looked up pleadingly at his older brother. An unspoken plea, but Seto understood. He could hear it loud and clear: "Please, nisama, don't leave me. Help me."
Seto sighed. "How long will it take for his arm to heal?"
"If he doesn't try to use it and the cast doesn't get wet, it should heal in about three months."
Seto thought about this. He could work at home and if he needed to go into the office, he could always take Mokuba with him. It wouldn't be so bad. And on the plus side, he'd get to spend more time with his little brother. "All right. When should I bring him back?"
The doctor stood up and opened the door. "Bring him back in a month so we can check on the arm."
Seto nodded and picked Mokuba up in his arms. He knew a broken arm didn't prevent him from being able to walk, but he didn't want to stop holding him.
They followed the doctor out the door and entered the main waiting room, where Seto and Mokuba's aides were waiting for them.
The CEO nodded to the men in black suits. "Will you take care of the pay, please?" One nodded back while the other hurried out ahead of them to open the car door.
Seto placed his brother in the seat. "Sit here with me, nisama... Please?" The brunette leaned over to place a kiss on Mokuba's forehead.
He looked to his aides, who were waiting patiently for his decision. "I'll in in the back with Mokuba. You drive."
The men got in the front of the car and Seto tossed the car keys to them before getting in the back and settling Mokuba down on his lap.
"Are you going to take care of me, nisama?" He leaned his head on the older Kaiba's shoulder.
"Yes."
"Even if it gets in the way of work?"
Seto sighed. "You're more important than that, ototo. I don't know what I can do to prove it to you."
Mokuba leaned up to kiss his brother's cheek. "If you can take care of me for three months without spending every second of the day on your laptop, that'll prove it to me."
"I'll try."
"And you can't go into the office, either. At least not without me."
"I love you, ototo."
Mokuba smiled sadly and buried his nose into the curve of Seto's neck. He mumbled. "We'll see."
Four hours later, Seto tucked a sleeping Mokuba into his bed, careful not to move his broken arm too much.
The brunette clicked off the light and was about to leave before his brother's sleepy voice stopped him.
"Stay with me, nisama... Please?"
Seto toed his shoes off and closed the door before turning back around to face his brother. "You're thirteen, Mokuba. Don't you think you're getting a bit old for us to be sleeping together?"
Mokuba shook his head lazily. "Nuh uh. Never to old for that."
Seto smiled and turned up the covers to get in beside his little brother.
"What do you want for breakfast in the morning?"
"You gonna cook for me, nisama?" The thirteen-year-old curled up to the brunette, laying his head against Seto's chest.
"If you want. How about chocolate-chip pancakes?" He wrapped an arm around his younger brother. "Sound good?"
"Mmhm." Mokuba mumbled sleepily.
Seto placed a kiss on the younger's forehead. "Good night, ototo."
"Night, nisama."
Mokuba woke up to the smell of melting chocolate and pancake batter. Using his good arm, he pushed himself up to look at his clock. It was ten. He often woke up around ten during the summer, but Seto usually left for work around eight.
Mokuba smiled. He was actually planning on taking care of him. Mokuba squeeled happily and hugged his pillow with one arm before hopping out of bed and descending down the stairs towards the kitchen. "Ohayou, nisama!"
"Ohayou, ototo." Seto was at the stove with an apron. Mokuba grinned at the sight.
"Are you wearing an apron?"
Seto added another pancake to the plate on his left. "What if I am?"
Mokuba giggled and sat down at the kitchen table. "Looks good on you."
Seto stuck his tongue out at him before turning off the stove and setting the plate of pancakes on the table. "Take as many as you want, squirt." He pulled off the apron and placed an empty plate in front of his brother with a knife and fork. "Butter and syrup?"
"Yes please!" Mokuba placed three pancakes on his plate as Seto returned with the condiments and set them down on the table.
"So what do you want to do today?" Seto sat down across from him with a cup of coffee and absolutely no food. This made Mokuba sad.
"Aren't you gonna eat?"
"I already ate. I wasn't that hungry. Just some toast. Now, c'mon, answer my question."
Mokuba shrugged as he chewed thoughtfully around a mouthful of chocolate-chip pancakes. "I dunno." He swallowed. "Watch some movies?" He grinned. "Maybe receive a sponge bath?"
Seto couldn't keep back the blush. "Sponge bath?"
"Yeah. You heard the doctor. I can't exactly bathe by myself. Actually, it's kind of hard to eat, too."
Seto rolled his eyes and grabbed Mokuba's fork. "You're going to make me act like a house wife, aren't you?"
Mokuba nodded happily. "Uh huh!" He received a face full of syrupy pancake. None of it got into his mouth.
"Whoops." Seto chuckled. "My bad."
Mokuba licked the syrup off the tip of his nose. "You did that on purpose!"
Seto laughed. "Uh huh!"