Author's note: The only time I ever have to write is at night. 'round midnight now and I'm tired. So I'll make this quick. Sorry for any bad grammar of display of poor writing skills. It gets better I promise.

Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh, don't own The Ring, gave it a shot at through them together. Brotherly love, not Yaoi for those of you sick-minded….anyway, onward with the story.

Mokuba stood brushing his teeth in the bathroom on one of the top floors of the mansion. He had brushed for at least the fifth time; after he had his tooth pulled, he was terrified of getting cavities. Yuck.

He looked up at the mirror as he reached for the toothpaste again. He stopped and nearly dropped his toothbrush. The image in the mirror….who…..?

Turning very slowly he looked to the back corner behind him. The breath he had been holding came out in a sigh. I was just seeing things, he thought. He turned back to the mirror.

Seto was working in his office late at night once again. It was nice to have an office in the house as well, though. His tireless blue eyes scanned the glowing computer screen taking in all the information almost instantly.

…..

He thought the sound of that clock might drive him insane. Why did he even have a clock? He didn't pay attention to time unless it was relevant; when he had a meeting, or when he made a promise to Mokuba. Then he had a watch. At least it didn't make such a horribly obnoxious noise. You think he would have learned to ignore it by now. Gosh, its almost as annoying as that blasted mutt.

He was drawn quite suddenly from his thoughts by a shriek. Practically jumping out of his seat he flew up the stairs and down the hallways. Regretting, between there and his destination, that they had such a huge house. Despite that fact, he was at the bathroom door in no time at all. What he saw scared him to death.

Mokuba was laying on the bathroom floor, unconscious or dead he could not tell. He was pale. The first thing Seto did was check for a pulse, and he was beyond relieved to find one. He was panting hard, not so much from the running as it was from the heart attack he had almost had right then.

He picked Mokuba up gently and took him to his bedroom. He was awfully cold, so Seto found some extra blankets to keep him warm. After he had tucked Mokuba in, he waited for a few moments sitting at the end of his bed. Before he left he checked Mokuba's pulse again. After all, he was the only family he had left. And he had sworn on his mother and father's deathbed that he would protect him; he would carry failure straight to his own grave.