DGG: Hello, all. I'm here to do the not-so-original idea of doing a 12 days of yugioh fic. I'm taking it as a personal challenge. I plan on posting a chapter once a day for the next twelve days. So you all get a one-shot a day. Woo! One shots! Obviously they'll all take place around Christmas time. Just random, various situations. Today I shall start out with the Kaibas. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters. I simply just enjoy writing about them.

"Oh, everything looks so pretty, Mama," the young, five-year-old Seto smiled as he scanned as much of the entryway as he could from his vantage point in the front foyer of his home.

"Thank-you, baby," his mother knelt down, placing her right hand lightly on his cheek before going to help him take off his backpack and coat.

The boy crinkled his nose in annoyance as he gently batted her hands away.

"I'm not a baby, Mama," he proclaimed as he took off his belongings on his own, causing her to chuckle at him.

"You'll always be my baby," she brushed his cheek with her thumb and gave him a kiss on the head, "no matter how big you get."

The young boy looked up at his mother skeptically, but said nothing. After a few moments, she stood up, taking his coat and bag with her as she made her way toward the front closet to put them away. Seto followed her, able to catch more of the vibrant and extravagant decorations his mother had put up while he was at school.

"Mama, is this your favorite holiday?"

"It is," she nodded with a warm smile while hanging up his coat.

"Why?"

"Why?" the mother turned around and blinked at her son in surprise for a moment. "Well, because it's just a special time of year, Seto. The lights, the decorations all around the town, and the songs put me in such a good mood. Everyone seems so much closer this time of year, and I love that feeling of goodwill and brotherly love. It's just a wonderful, carefree, joyous time of year, and I love taking part in it, and spending time with our family. It's a loving time of year. I have so many special memories from this time of year, and so many traditions that I keep alive for you to experience now. That is why it's my favorite."

"Yeah?" Seto smiled, his eyes coming a rest on his mother's stomach. "Next Christmas will be different".

"It will, yes," the mother spoke with a wide smile.

"I can't wait, Mama," the boy bounced up and down. "How long until he's here?"

"Seto, we've talked about this. I'm not far enough along yet to know whether the baby is a boy or a girl."

"But when's he gonna be here!" Seto urged.

The woman smiled.

"About seven more months."

"Seven? But that's way too long! I want him here now, Mama!" he stamped his foot impatiently on the ground.

"Good things come to those who wait, baby,"

"I'm not a baby!"

"I know. I know," the woman conceded with a warm smile as she headed to the kitchen.

"I want a brother," Seto suddenly pouted as he followed along behind her.

"I know you do. But we'll have to wait a few more months before we can find out for sure."

"Well, I think it's a boy."

"Boy or girl, we will love the baby no matter what."

"But I will love it more if it's a boy."

The raven-haired woman stopped in the hall and looked back at her son.

"Seto, that's not very nice," she scolded.

The boy smiled at her with a giggle.

"So what will we do next Christmas since we'll have the baby," he changed the subject.

She smiled again.

"I'm sure we'll do the same things next year that we'll do this year."

"But there will be an extra person in our family," Seto reminded her.

"There will be."

"Will you sing to him and play him songs?"

"I sure will," she nodded.

"And…will he be able to put an ornament on the tree? And…and have cookies and hot chocolate? Will he be big enough for that?"

"Well, if the baby comes on time that would make it around five months old for its first Christmas. It probably won't be able to put an ornament on the tree by itself, but I'm sure you could help, right?"

"Yeah," Seto beamed. "What about the hot chocolate and the cookies though?"

"We'll see. I'm sure the baby would like to try some though."

"I wish it was next Christmas, so we could have our whole family here," Seto reached up and touched his mother's stomach.

"Aw," the woman knelt down and pulled her son into a warm embrace. "I love you, baby. So, so, so much."

"I'm not a baby!" he cried indignantly.

"Like I said, you'll always be my baby. No matter what. No matter how old or how big you get, you will always be my baby, whether you accept that term or not."

"I don't like being called a baby," he pouted.

"I'm not calling you a baby. I'm calling you my baby," she pulled away from him to look him in the eyes." You are mine, and you'll always be mine."

"Even the new baby?" Seto blinked.

"Yes. You will both be my babies from now until the end of time."

The boy sneered again at the term.

"The baby can just be your baby. I'm not a baby," he finally spoke.

She laughed warmly as she pulled him into another tight hug.

"Come on, big boy," she stood up while hoisting her son up with her. "Let's start making our Christmas cookies."

"Reindeer, Mama! I wanna make the reindeer!" Seto bounced happily in her arms.

"Sounds good to me," she laughed.

"Do you think the baby will like the reindeer, too?"

"It might. What will you do if you both want to make the reindeer one day?"

"Then I will help him," Seto declared.

"You're sweet," his mother nuzzled her nose against his as she stepped into the kitchen.

"I'm gonna make him so many reindeer next year."

"I'm sure the baby will like that."

"I can't wait for next year, Mama!"

"I know. It will certainly be a year to remember."

"Big Brother. Seto. Seto!"

Seto Kaiba blinked a few times to bring himself back to reality.

"What?" he asked, clearly still a little dazed.

"I asked you what you thought about all my decorations," the boy stood proudly.

The CEO looked around again at the massive amounts of Christmas decorations his brother decked out their home with that day. Kaiba had only been at work for ten hours– a short day for him. How did his brother manage all this in that amount of time? The house was bare that morning. Even though they were only in the foyer, it was easy to see that his brother had gone all-out yet again. In every single room…

"You've…certainly outdone yourself this year, Little Brother," he finally spoke, causing Mokuba to beam.

"Thanks! Christmas is my favorite!"

"I know," Kaiba spoke quietly.

"I know you don't really care for Christmas time, Seto, but I wish you'd help me decorate sometimes. Or at least put up ornaments!"

Kaiba raised an eyebrow at that.

"I have better things I could be doing with my time than decorating a tree that is only up for one whole month out of the year. It's a waste of my time."

"It's not a waste of time if it's fun!" Mokuba protested.

Kaiba huffed as he began heading upstairs, leaving his brother standing alone at the bottom of the steps. The older male didn't look back as he swiftly made his way down the hall to his home office, which his brother had also taken the liberty to decorate.

Every year, his little brother went above and beyond to decorate their home, and every year that memory popped into his mind. Mokuba had never met their mother, and yet he was so much like her. Christmas was when that fact truly resonated with the young CEO, however. The last loving Christmas he'd had was the one before his brother was born. After that, no one seemed to put any effort into the holiday. When his mother died, so did all the traditions she had loved so dearly.

No, Christmas did not mean what it once did to Seto Kaiba, despite how hard his brother tried to get him to enjoy it. He loved spending time with Mokuba, but he did that all year round. Why should it mean more than it already did for just a month? If Kaiba had his way, he wouldn't decorate at all; however, that would crush his little brother. Mokuba's happiness was paramount in Kaiba's eyes. Besides, his brother's enthusiasm for the holiday reminded him of their mother, and that was never truly a bad thing.