Sorry, I just realized an earlier version of this had been posted. Nothing has changed except the opening and closing notes.

Hi, I'm yuukifudo, this is the first time I actually post fanfiction so please bear with me, I hope you like my story and if notthen that's too bad.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, I wish I did :D but I dont :(

Seto Kaiba was having a bad day and found that he could sum up his troubles with three words, "I. Hate. Paperwork." he mumbled to himself. It seemed that no matter how much work he finished there was always twice as much that he should have already finished. As if he were not busy enough already, the idiotic school system had decided he needed to attend more often, apparently it didn't matter that he was the head of an international corporation and caring for his younger brother, he had to go sit through seven hour long classes of information he had learned when he was thirteen years of age. At first he had bluntly refused to increase the time he spent in class but then the head of school directors told him he would lose custody of Mokuba if he didn't spend at least four out of five school days actually in school.

Those were the magic words.

He would do anything, anything, to keep custody of Mokuba. There was no way he would let his baby brother go to foster care or an orphanage; he had already suffered more than enough. That was why Seto had agreed to even go to school in the first place; it was the only deal the courts would agree to: he would have custody over Mokuba Kaiba if he attended and graduated from Domino High School. He had read over the contract multiply times and with great attention to detail before he signed but apparently the amount of time he actually spent in class was under restriction. If he recalled the words correctly, and of he would, the contract stated that, 'in the best interest of the minor Mokuba Kaiba, the right to custody, care, and nurturing of the minor will be given to the emancipated sibling Seto Kaiba in the absence of close adult relatives on the condition that the custodian attend and graduate from Domino High School…'. Nothing about how often he had to attend. He had taken it up with his lawyer and demanded to know it this could be done, if Mokuba could be taken away if he didn't attend school practically every day. The answer was yes. Since the courts hadn't specified how often he had to be in school, there was a possibility of Mokuba being taken away.

So Seto resigned himself to spending more of his already limited time in school while his lawyer arranged for a hearing to take place to confirm or deny the school board's threat. It was the only thing he could do, he wasn't about to risk Mokie's safety. And so had wound up here, in his limo at six forty-five on his way to Domino High School with a stack of papers he needed to go over after having slept for an hour and a half that night.

He hadn't gotten to say good bye to Mokuba this morning, Mokie's school started at eight and he hadn't even been awake by the time Seto had left. Thinking it over, he hadn't seen his little brother for more than five minutes at a time for a while now…

And speaking of Mokuba, it seemed that his little brother had become distant lately, for a few months now he hadn't been constantly by his side, wanting to help. Or begging to stay up late with him. Or asking for help with his homework. Or waiting up until big brother came home to go to sleep. With his schedule disrupted by the idiots on the school board, Seto rarely had any time to spare for Mokuba. Before he had always been able to clear a bit of time for just the two of them and now their bond was being strained.

Seto looked down at the paper in his hand, he sighed and pushed it away, he wasn't going to get anything done in this state. He slouched back into a comfortable, if undignified, position. Even now, heading for school, Kaiba had portion of the papers he had to look over and sign, which had prompted his earlier statement. This was a mere fraction of the amount he had to finish; dim-witted employees and a system crash at Kaiba corp. had set the young CEO back several days, other complications and general disorder had pushed him back even further and now he was up to his neck in complaints and long overdue projects. The one place from where he received no complaints was his little brother. He wished Mokuba would complain, that he would cry, scream, or throw things, anything instead of the sad, resigned smile he gave whenever Seto told him he was busy and wouldn't be home in time for dinner.

What could he do for Mokuba to make him smile again? At thirteen he was past the time where toys would make him happy. A trip somewhere, just the two of them would work but he had no time. He needed… he sighed again and rubbed his face with both hands, what he really needed was sleep.

A sudden lurch from the limo stopping broke Seto out of his thoughts. He immediately presses a button next to him, "What happened?" he demanded. The reply came quickly, "I-I didn't see him… I only looked away for a second!" the driver said, on the verge of panic.

This did not sound good.

Seto quickly got out of the limo and strode to the front; one look quickly confirmed his suspicions. A boy with white hair, someone he vaguely recognized as a classmate of his, was on the ground, partially under the limo. The good part was that the boy was conscious and not under the wheels, he was even trying to pull himself out. "Hold still," he ordered, when it looked like the boy—Bakura, yes that was his name, something Bakura—when it looked like Bakura wasn't going to listen, Seto kneeled down in front of him. "Stay still," he said in a slightly softer tone, "You may be injured, stay still and I can get you out sooner," Bakura still looked frightened but he stopped moving. "Good, now is any part of your body behind the wheels?" Seto questioned, still that calm tone he reserved for difficult situations. "N-no, I fell str-aight," replied Bakura shakily, continuing to keeping still. Ok, that was good, "I'm going to have the car back up a little. Just hold still and this will be over quickly," he asked Bakura. "Y-yes, alright," He answered, a little calmer than before.

Seto stood up and went over to the driver's window and tapped on the glass, which seemed to pull the driver from his panic induced trance, "Y-yes Mr. Kaiba?" he said.

Seto mentally reflected on the decision to make this person his driver,

"Back up the limo about three feet. Do you think you can do that or should I do it myself?" he asked harshly. The driver hurried to do what his boss had said, "I-I can do it Mr. Kaiba," he stammered. "Good," Seto replied curtly.

He went back to the front of the limo and kneeled down next to his classmate, "Are you hurt anywhere specific?" he asked Bakura. Said person jumped as the car started to inch backward, "Um, my ribs and my ankle?" he said nervously. That was good. "Does your back, neck, or head hurt at all?" it could be very bad if there was spinal damage. "No, not really," was the answer given. The limo was done backing up and Seto could now see the extent of the damage.

Seto winced internally, Bakura's clothes were ripped and bloody, and though there didn't seem to be any deep damage he didn't want to take any chances. To save time and effort he scooped up his classmate being careful of his ribs and turned back toward the door of the limo. "Wha-! Kaiba, what are you doing?!" asked Bakura as he clutched Seto's shoulder. Was he in pain or just surprised?

"You obviously can't walk and staying in the street isn't advisable either, we're going back to my house," Seto replied curtly, "Not to a doctor?" Bakura asked, slightly surprised. "I have doctors and equipment at the mansion that can do as good a job if not better than a hospital," Seto replied shortly. He usually didn't tolerate needless questions but he had just run over the male, he probably owed him.

"Oh, then could you get my bag, please?" requested Bakura.

Well then.

That was a bit of a surprise, after having been run over, Bakura was alert enough to be worried over his bag. Ignoring his inner musings, Seto grabbed the backpack and carried both it and Bakura back to the door of the limo and placed them inside before getting in himself. He pulled off his school jacket and wrapped it around Bakura's arm, the only place that was significantly bleeding.

Seto pushed the button again, "Take us back to the mansion," he ordered the driver not bothering to add an 'immediately'. "I assume you can get us there without hitting anyone else?" he added. That drew a small chuckle out of his white haired companion.

Seto drew his gaze over Bakura appraisingly, after being hit by a car, and most defiantly in pain, he had just laughed at a stupid jab toward the person who had run him over, not even two minutes later. Huh. It seems Seto had underestimated the young male.

at the mansion

Seto strode through the mansion, carrying Bakura down to the infirmary, he had called ahead and they were ready to treat him but the quickest way down was through the house.

Which ment going through the halls…

and passing the kitchen…

where Mokuba was sitting eating breakfast…

Darn.

What a lovely sight, Seto in his school clothes carrying a young man with torn clothing, scrapes, and a blood soaked jacket wrapped around his arm. He couldn't imagine how this looked to his little brother. Check that. Yes he could, it looked like he was carrying someone who had been in a car crash.

"I'll tell you later, Mokuba," he said, pausing just long enough to meet his brother's eyes. Mokuba shook his head, putting down his bowl of cereal. He hopped off his stool and followed, "I just have to know what happened."

In the infirmary

The doctors at the mansion checked Seto's classmate over and found that he wasn't injured very badly considering what had happened. Bakura had bad bruising on the ribs of his left side and some were strained but none were broken. There was also a small crack in one of the bones near his ankle and numerous minor injuries including the cuts and scrapes on his arms and legs.

After the doctors report Seto was able to piece together what had happened.

Bakura – he still couldn't remember his first name – had been crossing the street when the limo had struck his left side. It appeared to have thrown him down and he had caught himself with his right forearm. The limo had continued forward a few more feet, dragging Bakura until it stopped with his legs still caught underneath. And after checking the location it appeared that Bakura hadn't been jaywalking, he had been using a pedestrian crossing in an area with bright yellow signs that said 'pedestrian crossing'.

How in the world had his driver not noticed someone with bright white hair crossing the street? Why had he hired this person anyways? Had he even hired him?

Seto groaned softly and rubbed his eyes. The lack of sleep was finally affecting him. He had been awake for three days now with only about four of sleep throughout those seventy-two hours.

He sighed and looked over at a sleeping Bakura, this could be very bad. Bakura had every right to sue him and he could very easily win, a court case was the last thing he needed at the time.

Mokuba came in from talking to the doctor and sat down next to his big brother, "You really did a number on Ryou, big brother," he said with a teasing smile.

"Ryou?" Seto questioned.

Mokuba glanced at him with a surprised look "Yeah, don't you remember his name, Nii-sama? He's in your class and was with us at Duelist Kingdom and Battle City. He was one of the finalists, remember? And he got injured during our tournament and was unconscious during most of the semi-finals and finals; he only woke up at the very end."

Seto rubbed his forehead, "Sorry Mokuba, I'm just tired; I can't seem to keep things straight right now."

Mokuba looked worried, "How much have you been sleeping? I don't think I've ever seen you so confused."

Seto sighed, "Not that much, Mokie, and now I have a potential lawsuit on my hands, there's no time to sleep."

His little brother grinned at him, "Ryou won't sue you, in fact the first thing he'll say when he wakes up will probably be an apology,"

Seto raised an eyebrow at him, "I sincerely doubt that."

Mokuba smiled, "bet you ten bucks he will,"

Seto smiled back and they shook hands, "You're on," he said with a slight smile.

Then Mokuba's smile faded, "Nii-sama, I know you haven't slept well in a long time and you're definitely not going to school today, so go to bed, I'll let you know when Ryou wakes up, ok?"

Seto was about to argue but couldn't come up with a logical reason why his time was better spent awake. The lack of sleep must really be getting to him. "Ok Mokie, but wake me as soon as Ryou does ok?"

"Yes, Ni-sama," Mokuba answered.

"You're not going to do it, are you?"

"No, Ni-sama," he answered again.

Seto sighed and stood up, "I can't even argue, I'm too tired for that."

Mokuba went over and hugged his brother, "I'm worried about you, Seto, you're under a lot of stress and you don't sleep or eat much. Plus lack of sleep can kill you faster than lack of food."

Seto stroked his brother's hair "Don't worry Mokie, I would gladly take on twice as much as I already do for you, I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

Seto kissed the top of his little brother's head before turning to leave, entirely missing the anguished look on Mokuba's face.

Thank you for reading, I appreciate you taking time out of your life to read.

By the way, I try to make my stories as accurate as possible so I'll probably let you know when there's an inconsistency somewhere but if I miss something please let me know.

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