Violet
The bright glare of the summer sun is hot to the touch, the more accustomed glow of laptops and computers pale in comparison, Seto thinks as he shields himself with a hand against the sky. Mid-afternoon and the cicada are as loud as downtown traffic in Domino. The palm trees surrounding the mansion's outdoor pool have healthy green leaves and Mokuba is applying purple goop all over his body with glee. Then he comes, hopping across planks of wood to Seto reclining on the pool deck chair.
For Seto, the sun is mercifully obscured by a mess of black hair.
"Your turn," Mokuba chirrups energetically, waving the kid-friendly sunscreen towards him.
A dollop of the lotion lands squarely on the middle of Seto's chest. It's warm and sticky from Mokuba's grip on the bottle. Seto chuckles and swipes a bit on his fingers.
"You missed a spot," Seto dead-pans and applies the concoction over the back of Mokuba's ears, still peach and naked.
Mokuba giggles and bends his head, allowing the ticklish touch until Seto finishes.
"How about now?" Mokuba asks and turns around, showing Seto the childish breadth of his shoulders, the back of his knees.
"Fully purple," Seto affirms solemnly.
Mokuba tilts his head.
"What about you?"
"Sorry, the genetics of purple-skin must have skipped a generation."
"We're brothers right?" Mokuba wheedles and makes a particular face he knows his sibling is vulnerable to.
Seto sighs.
Fifteen minutes later, two laughing violet monsters cannonball into the pool.