Flameshadow: Mokuba-kun!!!! Are u ok? You're brother's mean!
Seto: Am not!
Mokuba: Yes you are!
Seto: Well you can forget about your birthday…
Mokuba: Ok, Ok, you're really nice, smart, amazing, great…
Flameshadow: Hot…
Seto: What!?!
Flameshadow: Uhhhhhh, I didn't say anything, * really *
Mokuba: Anyways, I ate more chocolate! Flameshadow does not own Yu-Gi-Oh or me! Although I'm sure she wishes that she did…
Chapter 2
Seto. High Priest Seto. That was him. Apart from the Pharaoh, the most powerful man in all of Egypt. Power over all. He could command all, have all, he owned all. All feared him, all respected him. When he walked by you, you backed up against the wall, and tried not to make eye contact. The cold blue eyes could make even the strongest of people cower in fear. When he told you to do something, you did it. No matter what it was. Otherwise, painful and lasting punishment would have made you wish that you were dead. You never were killed, you lived. Seto liked to see the disobedient ones cower in fear the next time that they saw him. He loved the power of fear. He controlled it.
Seto was lying on the grand bed in his chamber. The golden frame was decorated with specks of turquoise and red, precious gems and rubies. A golden snake coiled around each of the posts. The long canopy reached down to the floor and was closed at night, giving Seto all privacy.
He was bored. He had just sent his slave girl away, he wasn't in the mood. It was late. He should have been asleep. He was tired, but sleep wasn't the answer. He had attended a conference with the pharaoh to discuss strategies for fighting the opposing enemy. This was a topic that bored him to no end. The obvious answer was to eliminate them. Why were these long discussions necessary? Send them all to Osiris.
He slowly stood up and walked to the grand doors of his chamber. Outside there was a guard, a body guard. Ridiculous he thought I can defend myself, what is the point of this?
"Is my brother asleep?" he roughly asked the guard.
"I-I…do not think…s-so…m-master." The guard looked at Seto with absolute terror, as did everyone else.
"Well what are you waiting for? Send for Mokuba." Seto was absolutely disgusted at the stupidity of his own guards.
"Y-yes master." The guard bowed in submission and quickly walked away.
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Mokuba sat in his chamber, on his bed. He never went to sleep without seeing his brother first. He couldn't just go in to his chamber at any time, so he had to wait to be sent for. No one really understood what it was that drew Mokuba to his brother. Seto was cold and cruel to everyone around him. Mokuba knew a different side of his brother. My brother is two people…
Now, Mokuba was sitting on his bed, carefully wiping off his arm. There was one long gash on his arm. One of the guards had given it to him. They assume that I am their servant? I can't do anything about it, but my brother can… he thought wistfully. He had refused to bow to the head of the guards, in Mokuba's opinion; he felt that it was they who should bow to him. He needed to cover the mark up.
He couldn't let his brother see it. Seto would probably just get mad at me…he thought. My brother has more important things to worry about. The rag hurt against the open wound, he hadn't been in this much pain for a while. Seto never hurt him physically. He might yell occasionally, but he had to be in a really bad mood to get mad at his brother. Seto wouldn't but his other half… Mokuba worked quickly, wincing each time the rag touched his skin. Suck it up… he thought to himself, you're acting like a baby, what would Seto think?. He didn't want to show his weakness to his brother. He had to clean it up.
There was a knock on the door. "Yes?" Mokuba called out.
"The master wishes to see you." Was the reply. Mokuba gulped in horror. How was he supposed to hide this from Seto?
"I'm coming!" he called back. He picked up a silky wrap and wrapped it around his shoulders, covering his arms. Mokuba quickly opened the door and stepped into the hall.
"The master is not very happy tonight." The guard told him with a slight sneer, "I feel sorry for you." The guard was grinning.
"Bastard." Mokuba told him. The guard raised his fist ready to strike him.
"Why you little…"
"Careful." Mokuba told him, it was his turn to sneer, "The high priest is my brother, I could tell him all, you could be in a lot of pain, in a very little while." Mokuba stood back to check his reaction.
The guard slowly lowered his fist, turned around, and quickly walked away muttering. Mokuba smiled to himself, mostly in relief. He wasn't sure if that was going to work. He slowly walked down the hall, until he got to the doors of his brother's chamber, he believed the guard about the fact that his brother was most likely in a very bad mood, so he very hesitantly knocked on the door.
Seto: Power over all eh? I'm liking this…
Mokuba: YAY! My Nii-sama rules the world!!!
Flameshadow: No more chocolate for you…
Mokuba: But what's with my arm??? Ouchiies!
Flameshadow: Don't worry…
Mokuba: crying
Seto: Look what you did to my brother!!!
Flameshadow: It's not my fault that he's overly sensitive!!!
Mokuba: I'm OK!!! I need more chocolate… 'runs out of room'
Seto: Nooooo!!! We must stop him! (Seto and Flameshadow run after Mokuba!)