Note: sorry for not updating THIS long. I had some troubles due to studies…

Seto's POV

The doctor came as he promised. After explaining the story I let him see Mokuba for himself. Wanting to give my brother some privacy, I went to the kitchen, to make myself some drinkable coffee (the secretary is useless in the art of making coffee!). As I was waiting for the doctor to return, I couldn't help but think about the current situation.

Mokuba was injured for this whole week, and he didn't tell anyone because he thought I would be ashamed of him…

Seto, are you ashamed of me?

I can still hear that question in my head over and over again…

But the thing that puzzles me most is – I don't have an answer!

It's not your fault she picked on you.

Well, I hoped not. I guess the little brat was just jealous of him. After all, I know bullies – they pick on the weakest not only for fun, but due to pure envy as well. And since Mokuba the brother of a multi-billionaire Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corporation, there is a perfect reason for people to be jealous.

There was a small chance, that Mokuba has actually provoked that pink doll-face to attack him. But it was as likely, as Joey wining the duel monsters tournament all by himself…

And it's my duty to protect you from bulies like her. Just like in the orphanage...

That was also the truth.

I promissed mom I'd be his guardian, and I don't intend to break that promise. Not now, not ever.

Since our first day in that good for nothing place Mokuba was already marked as a pray for bullies.

I was too young to defend myself, those bullies were a gang of three and they were twice as older than me.

Again – all true.

He was just six when we arrived. The bullies really did gang up together. Not to mention, some of them were even older than myself as well.

Plus, they were male…

Well, it was a boys-only orphanage. Gods know, what would have happened if one of us was actually female.

Now I'm twelve, and I get my butt kicked by a one G.I.R.L!

I put down my empty coffee cup as I close my eyes – that sentence echoed through my mind no matter how hard I tried to forget it.

The thing is that I wasn't surprised to know that Mokuba was bullied. I knew that sooner or later he would actually need my protection just like in the past. And knowing that he wasn't really the strong-masculine type, it was only a matter of time before he would be noticed by the envy-filled roughneck eyes.

And since he bravely (though, quite foolishly, I'm afraid) went through all this pain in the entire week, I can't help but be proud for his endurance and determination.

But I also can't help but feel something heavy in my chest. Could it be true? Does a part of me actually ashamed that Mokuba is bullied by a female?

O O O O O

After half an hour and three cups of pure caffeine the doctor finally came back.

He persuaded me that Mokuba is in a good shape (save from the factor that he hadn't eaten much lately). His black eye might look gruesome, but it will heal itself in a few weeks. The rib might also heal if sudden movements will be avoided. If not, I should contact the hospital right away.

Before we departed, the annoying doctor gave me some medicine – light painkiller to ease the pain and some multivitamins to replace all the valuable nutrition Mokuba lost. As the man in the white coat continued blabbering on how my brother should properly feed himself, I couldn't help but to have an idea to make Mokuba eat by force. The doctor, however, probably saw my evil smirk as he warned me that any attempt at force-feeding could only upset my sibling's digestive system.

I didn't say anything – I wouldn't be this cruel, would I?

After seeing the doctor leave I turned around to find Mokuba – for now my main goal was to fix his physical state.

Mokuba's POV

After some unpleasant examinations and endless questions (that doctor wanted to know everything, including how many times I go to the bathroom every day!) I thought that my tormenting was done for the day, but I was wrong.

Shortly after the doctor left, Seto came and started to push me on eating something. Alas, for some unknown reason, I had no wish for food (I think that all those days off starvation made my thin body get use to nutrition shortage), but off course, being the tough president of a high-reputation company, Seto ignored my refusal and continued his persuasion…

I got tired of his over-exaggerated intention to make sure I wouldn't die this week. Naturally I didn't blame him, (perhaps I would also be like that if my niisama would starve himself?) but his annoying habit of never giving up on anything really started to bug me.

Not only that, but from a corner of my eye I saw a hint of some evil idea in his genius mind.

He wouldn't drug me and pour some carrot soup down my nose, would he?

So, here you go – the rest of the evening "Kaiba mansion" was in silence. Neither of us wanted to talk. I guess that was a good thing – I had no desire to look in his eyes. Deep down he is ashamed of me. Seto might not say that aloud, but I can feel his disappointment in me no matter where I go.

So, that just leaves me in my current situation – no locket, broken rib and my older sibling's disappointment.

Oh, if only there was a way to go back in time! I would have killed that monster girl to escape this punishment!

O O O O O

It is exactly two hours since the doctor came. All this time I did nothing. I wasn't in the mood to watch TV, play video games or even to read a book.

I was only glad that Seto can fix broken doors just as easily as he can run a high-reputation company. He did come to check on me after that, but I guess he took the hint that I was in no shape to do anything. Normally, when he sees me laying lazily on the couch he childishly grumbles that I should do something "for the society" and before I know it, Seto gives me a rake, a broom or some other house-improving tool…

Afterwards the "doing-completely-nothing-for-two-hours-activity" I decided to hit the hay.

I found Seto and asked him for that bottle of painkiller – there was no way I could sleep with that damn rib waking me up every minute!

Nissama looked a bit disappointed (I guess he was hoping that I would still eat something this evening, but as hard as I might, I just couldn't…), but he gave me the medicine without neverless.

We wished each other a good night and departed to our ways.

O O O O O

I can still feel the bitterness on my tongue-what's the point of making medicine that makes you want to throw up anyway?

However, the anesthetic works pretty fast – the constant pain in my cursed rib is slowly drowsing off on its own. I should probably do the same…

I feel my eyes getting heavier as I snuggle deeper into my soft covers. All my troubles – niisama's disappointment, Anna's theft, six day starvation - are slowly being replaced with utter nothing…

I finally close my eyes and get ready to enter the dream world.

But my attention is required once more as I hear my phone beep twice, indicating that it received a message.

That's odd, who could be texting me at this time of night?