Seto Kaiba consistently found himself up at all hours of the night. He thought it wasn't unusual for someone in his line of work. after all, running a company took a lot of time and energy. Tonight he was on the computer in his study, working on a few documents he needed to finish by the end of the week. When he looked down at the clock he saw it was already 1:15 in the morning. He had started working shortly after ten, when Mokuba had gone to bed. Had it really been three hours already? With a sigh, he decided to pack it in for the night. The rest could wait until tomorrow. He shut down his laptop and closed it with a satisfying smack. He plugged in into its charger, and locked the study door on his way out.

He was going to go to his bedroom when he stopped at Mokuba's door. He decided to check in on his brother before going to bed himself. Very carefully, he opened up the door, wincing as it creaked, and quietly stepped inside. The dim lighting of the hallway illuminated his brother's sleeping form as he tiptoed over to him. He smiled when he saw Mokuba sucking his thumb. His brother had stopped doing that in the daytime years ago, but Seto doubted he knew he was doing it now. The only reason he even knew about it was because of his tendencies to look in on his brother. He sat down beside him for a few minutes, just to watch him dream. He himself had lost his innocence and naivety a long time ago. He was glad his brother still kept his. There was a smaller bear laying beside him on the bed. It was very old and worn, but it was Mokuba's most prized possession. It was the last present their biological father had given him before he had died in a car crash. His little brother never slept without it, and never allowed it to be washed. At some places it seemed to be falling apart, but it wasn't moved much, so it didn't really matter. After a few more minutes he carefully crept out of the room and gently shut the door before retiring to his own bedroom and falling into an exhausted sleep.

The next day Kaiba was busy hopping between board meetings and getting presentations ready. He was in his office when there was a loud knock and Hobson, one of the servants at the manor, burst inside.

"This had better be important!" He said, slamming his hands on his desk.

"It's your brother, sir."

That stopped him dead in his tracks. His heart began to race inside of his chest.

"What is it?"

"That's the problem, sir. We don't know. Your brother is crying too hard to tell us. He's already thrown up twice, and we've tried everything we can think of to get him to stop. We didn't want to disturb you, sir. But we didn't have any other options."

"Very well." He said, quietly. He was quick to hop into the limo awaiting him outside and race home.

When he arrived at the manor he could hear the sobbing coming through the open windows. It drove a stake through his heart to hear it and he ran inside. He followed the cries to his brother's bedroom, where at least six people were clustered around him, trying to calm him down- and failing. He cleared his throat and every face in the room turned to him. Instantly, the clustered adults backed away quickly and filed out of the room, leaving only a crying Mokuba who was sitting on the floor clearly crushed. He hadn't even looked up to see that his big brother was there.

"Mokuba." He said, quietly, trying not to frighten him. Despite his efforts, Mokuba still jumped. Seto walked over to him and sat beside him. His little brother was so wound up that he was taking gasping breaths as he cried.

"What's the matter? What happened?" He didn't know how he still managed to be so calm when deep inside he was panicking. Mokuba pointed under his bed. Seto looked to see a box that hadn't been there before. He pulled it out to see his little brother's bear in pieces, stuffing coming out of every possible end. Now he understood why his brother was crying. The bear couldn't be fixed unless all the pieces were there, and not all of them were. If he had to guess, Seto figured that he was the only one who Mokuba felt would understand why he was so heartbroken. He pulled his little brother to him.

"Shhhhh. It's alright. It's going to be okay."

Mokuba knew his big brother was trying, but it was no use. He was too wound up to calm down. Seto had an idea and took his brother's hand, guiding his thumb into his mouth. Mokuba was surprised, but began sucking anyways. Quickly, his cries diminished into whimpers. Seto gave his brother a hug, stroking his hair soothingly. Thankfully he was starting to calm down. Soon, his whimpers had become hiccups, and the tears had stopped falling.

"Better?" Asked Seto, hopefully. Mokuba nodded, not taking his thumb from his mouth. He moved and settled his head in his brother's lap. He was so tired. All that crying had drained his energy away. He wanted to take a nap, but was afraid of napping without his bear. He looked up at his brother who was smiling at him. His fear melted away, and he quickly fell asleep.

Seto, afraid of waking his little brother, stayed as still as possible. An hour passed with no activity. The staff of the manor knew better than to disturb them, so they shut the door quietly. As much as Seto wanted to be working, he knew he was needed here. Some more time passed, when Seto suddenly smelt something in the air. The odor was unmistakable. He looked over to see that his brother had wet the bed- or rather the carpet in this case. For a minute he was too shocked to do anything. His brother hadn't wet the bed since they were in the orphanage. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the loss of his bear had obviously caused some emotional stress that manifested itself in bed wetting. But now it was up to Seto to figure out how to deal with it. He didn't have long to devise a strategy. His brother awoke shortly after.

Rubbing his eyes with his free hand, Mokuba sat up, confused as to how he got on the floor. Seeing his brother there jogged his memory some, and he was less fog headed. But something wasn't quite right. He looked down to see the discoloration on his pants. For a minute, he couldn't process what he was seeing. Then when it hit, he looked at his brother, eyes filled with tears of shame. Seto put a hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"It's okay, Mokuba." He said, quietly. His little brother refused to meet his gaze.

"No it's not." He whispered sadly. Seto wrapped his brother in a hug.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up." He stood up and offered him his hand. Mokuba took it and got up himself. Seto left the room so his brother could change, and hoped he would be alright. When the door opened again, Mokuba refused to meet his brother's gaze. Seto moved to sit on his brother's bed and pulled him into his lap like a father would his son. He knew what he had to do. He hated sharing emotions with every fiber of his being and had almost no experience in giving pep talks, but this was a dire situation, and his little brother needed him.

"Mokie, it's okay. I know you didn't do it on purpose. I don't blame you or think less of you because of it. Accidents happen, and that's okay. That's just a part of life."

Hearing the nickname that had gone unused for So many years had instantly grabbed Mokuba's attention. His brother's words sank in, and he finally smiled and gave him a hug.

"Thanks big brother." He said, blushing. Seto smiled.

"Always."

Author's Note: I may continue with this plot line and make this multi-chapter, but that all depends on if you guys want it to! So please make your voice heard and review! Thank you!