Mokuba: Yummy Chocolate!!!!
Seto: Oh god…
Flameshadow: You know that chocolate was good, 'leans over and hugs Seto'
Seto: What the…
Flameshadow: You know you love me! That's why you helped me win at Foosball at that party…(inside joke with my friend)
Seto: That didn't mean anything… 'blushes'
Mokuba: Nii-sama has a girlfriend!!!
Seto: 'Death Glare' at Mokuba
Flameshadow: Anyway, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Don't be mean to cute little Mokuba-kun!!! 'Hugs Mokuba'
Chapter 3
"Enter." Was the short reply. That's not Seto… Mokuba slowly pushed the door open, and closed it behind him. He walked into the room, bowed his head and stood still. He tried to stay far away from his brother today, if he could stay far enough away, then maybe he could keep his secret safe. "Come over here." It was softly spoken but nonetheless sounded like an order.
Mokuba slowly walked over to his brother's bed, his eyes lowered to the floor. Partly out of fear but mostly out of respect. "Lift your face." Another command. Mokuba obediently lifted his head up. The first thing he saw was the golden Ankh. Mokuba hated the charm. Seto got up from the bed and studied the child for a moment. "You're hiding something." He said. Mokuba's eyes involuntarily scanned the floor.
"Look at me Mokuba." Seto growled. The ankh seemed to echo his brother, or whoever this was. Mokuba looked up; no emotion showed in his face, this wasn't his brother…this was someone else. "Well…what is it?"
"N-nothing…" Mokuba stuttered. Seto wasn't convinced.
"Don't lie to me." Seto persisted. "You can tell me."
"I…" Mokuba began, he couldn't lie to his brother, Seto could tell right away when Mokuba lied about something. Seto was getting impatient; he grabbed the younger boy's arm roughly. Mokuba couldn't help but to cry out in pain. The gash hurt when a piece of silk was rubbed against it. The pain seared through his arm, and his eyes glistened with tears, which he tried not to show.
"Take the cover off of your shoulders." Seto's voice sounded concerned now. Mokuba had no choice but to let the covering drop to the floor. Mokuba tried to hide his arm behind his back. The pain still lingered. "Put your arms at your sides." Mokuba slowly dropped his arms. "Where did you get that?" Seto motioned to the gash.
"I…I cut it o-on…" Mokuba tried to think of an alibi. Seto's narrowed eyes stared at him, making him exceedingly uncomfortable.
"Don't lie to me." Seto said, "What really happened?" Mokuba looked down at the floor, he couldn't tell him. Seto saw that his brother wasn't going to tell him. His gaze relaxed a little. "Let me see your arm." He said. Mokuba relaxed a little also, this was his brother now.
Seto gingerly took the younger boy's arm in his hands and studied the cut for a moment. "This was made with a knife." Seto said simply. Mokuba said nothing, he just nodded slightly. "Who did this?" he asked again. His eyes narrowed in anger, not at his brother, but at whoever dared to hurt his brother.
"I can't tell you." Mokuba whispered, his eyes beginning to fill with tears. Big brother, I wish I could.
"Why?" Seto gently inquired.
"He said that he would kill me if I told anyone." Mokuba whispered. Seto was really angry now, this was bad enough, but threatening his brother too?
"Tell me!" Seto commanded him, his voice slightly raised.
Mokuba choked back tears. "I…can't." Seto sat his brother down on the bed.
"Mokuba, you have to tell me. No one's going to hurt you anymore, but I need to know who it was. I'll make sure that they don't come near you again." Seto's voice was gentle now, full of concern, he couldn't hide it.
"Your head guard." Mokuba mumbled. "I-I didn't do what he said, so…" Seto shushed him. He knew enough. He would pay him a visit tonight. But first things first. Seto got up from the bed where he was sitting next to Mokuba and went over to a cabinet. He returned holding a cloth and a bottle of something.
"Give me your arm." He said. Mokuba obediently lifted his arm. "This will hurt." Seto warned. "But if I don't wrap it, your arm will hurt a lot more in the morning." Seto got to work applying the salve, and wrapping the younger boy's arm. It did hurt, but Mokuba bore the pain. His brother was doing this for him. He didn't want to seem like a baby.
Seto wrapped the last piece of cloth and tied it around Mokuba's arm. "Alright, it will hurt for a little while; I'll redo it in the morning." Mokuba said nothing; he looked down at the floor. Seto stood up and walked towards a table.
Mokuba slowly raised his head, "Brother?" he said, his voice slightly higher then a whisper. Seto turned around. "Can I…May I stay here tonight?" Mokuba asked hopefully. Seto gave him a slight nod. Mokuba smiled. "Thank you Brother." He said.
Seto walked towards the door but just as he was about to leave he turned his head slightly, "I'm sorry Mokuba…." He opened the door and walked out, gently closing it behind him. Mokuba stared after him.
He rested his head on the soft, embroidered pillow. He felt safe in his brother's room. "Brother…" he whispered. Big brother, why can't it always be you?
Mokuba: Nii-sama was mean…ohhhhhhhhhhh…
Seto: Why must I be reminded?
Flameshadow: We still love you!
Seto: Oh god no…
Mokuba: Nii-sama! 'Sobbing' How could you???
Seto: What's wrong? It's just a story
Mokuba: No, not that, how could you not tell me about your girlfriend?
Seto: SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!
Mokuba: Seto's yelling at me Flameshadow.
Flameshadow socks Seto "Don't be mean!"
Seto: Ahhh, everyone is against me!!!!