Seto walked down one of the many intricate halls of his palace. He was angry. He was angry beyond words. He walked into the room where his guards were. They all quickly lined up against the wall, with their heads demurely lowered. Seto walked over to one, the leader. He motioned for him to follow and walked out of the room. The guard walked behind him.
Seto led them into a room. He locked the door behind them.
"What do I owe this great honor to?" the guard asked respectfully.
Seto glared at him with his cold blue eyes. "Do not speak unless you are spoken to." He snapped. "You know full well the answer to your question."
"I…I beg your pardon?" the guard looked bewildered.
"Oh yes, you should beg." Seto's eyes narrowed. "You should beg for your life, on your knees, not that it will do you any good."
"I am sorry Master. In what way have I offended you?" the guard asked.
"You made a grave mistake in coming near my brother." Seto smiled a queer kind of smile, "You will pay."
"Master please let me explain." The guard begged.
"I'm waiting." Seto stamped his foot impatiently.
"The child was insolent to me and I…" the guard was cut off by a hard kick to the stomach.
"My brother is above you." Seto sneered "You have no right to reprimand anyone; you should do what he says, not the other way around. You don't get a second chance, if you cannot understand your place." Seto kicked him again hard in the stomach. The guard was on the floor clutching his body in pain.
The guard looked up at him in surprise, "You don't mean that…"
Seto cut him off, "I am the only one who can reprimand my brother for anything, I am the only one who is above him in this palace. You figured it out too late." Seto took out a knife from its sheath and drove it into the guard's heart. "Do I make myself clear?" he sneered, the guard couldn't hear him.
Seto looked down at the body in disgust; he got his slaves to dispose of it. Seto calmly made his way back to his chamber. He didn't think that Mokuba would be asleep. The salve hurt a lot. He was surprised that the younger child bore the pain so well. The pain of the salve increased as it worked to heal the wound. It was highly effective, but for effectiveness there was a price.
He opened the door to his chamber and softly closed it behind him. "Mokuba?" he said "The salve will sting a lot, but it's the most effective." Mokuba had noticed the effects of the ointment. The pain was almost unbearable, but he sucked in his tears. He couldn't show weakness. A few managed to escape.
Seto walked over and sat next to his brother on the large four-poster bed. He could see that the younger boy had been crying. It was impossible to hide anything from Seto. Seto put one arm around the younger boy's shoulders and hugged the boy to his chest.
Mokuba relaxed in his brother's embrace. His brother's presence was always a comfort to the young child. His brother was all he had. "Brother…" Mokuba began. Seto quickly hushed the young child.
"Go to sleep Mokuba." He whispered, "The pain will go away." Mokuba felt his eyelids grow heavy and let sleep embrace him. He fell asleep in Seto's arms. Seto held his brother for a few minutes. He laid his brother down on the bed, and he lay down next to him, pressing the child's body to his own.
"Sleep angel, sleep." He whispered into the night.