It could never come to mind that any sport would be safe to me at least but for my little bro it's a different story every month he comes to me Big brother can I play tennis, Big brother can I play football, Big brother can I play lacrosse every month he comes and asks me about sports and I just think there to dangerous.

"Oh come on seto let me play one sport PLEASE!"

"No mokuba you can't play a sport and that's final"

"It's not fair you get to do cool stuff but I don't, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU SETO!"

Mokuba ran out of the room crying he was now about 13 and in middle school was hard on his little brother. Seto felt bad making his little brother cry like that but what could he do. Kaiba closed his laptop and walked toward his brother's room he could hear him sobbing but they were muffled. He knocked on the door softly then let himself in mokuba's room. He saw his little brother lying on bed with his head in his pillow. Kaiba sat at the edge of mokuba's and started rubbing his back.

"Mokie, I just don't want you to get hurt"

"B-But seto all my friends tease me because you won't let me in sports"

"Well it's just that….."

"They say I need to grow up and not to listen to you"

Kaiba was puzzled at his brother's outburst, why are these kids teasing mokuba so Seto thought to himself the least threatening sport he could think of not football, then it came to him. Soccer he could play soccer.

"Mokuba, do they do soccer at your school?"

"Yeah tryouts are tomorrow why?"

"Well you can you do that one and that one only"

"Really! Oh thank you big brother thank you so much"

"You're welcome now go get ready for dinner"

Mokuba ran out of the room and down the stairs to get his hands washed for dinner. They both had a peaceful dinner and they both retired to their rooms, Seto went to his office and mokuba went to the game room to play some video games. Seto typed at his computer and looked at the corner of the screen it was 10:30 pm Seto stood up and walked to mokuba's room he opened the door he was not in bed. He walked to the game room and in front of him was a sleeping mokuba in a beanbag he was playing Mario Cart. Seto turned the Wii off took the controller from mokuba and put it on the table. He picked up mokuba and carried him to his room changed him and put him in his bed so he would be comfortable. As seto was going to leave he felt a slight tug on his trench coat only to look at mokuba's little figure.

"Good night seto"

"Good night Mokuba sweet dreams"