Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh isn't mine. If it was, I'd be as rich as Mokuba Kaiba himself. (Well, probably not, but you get the idea…)

Summary: Seto Kaiba can afford anything he wants; flash cars, rare cards. Mokuba thinks up the perfect present for the man who has everything and gives his big brother the present of a lifetime. A SetoxMokuba brotherly moment: non-yaoi.

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Christmas Come Again

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"I know, let's watch X!"

"I don't think so."

"Than how about Dragon Half? You'll like that; they're all drawn as short as Yugi!"

"As much as such a sight would bolster my spirits, I think not."

"Aww… Come on, Big Brother! Don't be a killjoy! You're the one who brought all those DVDs for me."

"I don't know why. Junk like that rots the brain."

Seto's eyes rolled backwards as he lurched forwards, Mokuba eagerly pulling him down the dimly lit corridor via his hand. He groaned as he narrowly avoided being carted into the wall, Mokuba's grip like that of a vice as he managed to round a corner. Why on earth had he agreed to this? And how had Mokuba suddenly gotten so strong?

He allowed his brother to pull him along, a hand now resting on his forehead in exasperation. There were so many things to do: reviewing reports, managing or massaging figures, dealing with the media… All of which had to be done sooner or later. For him, Christmas could wait. It wasn't as if he celebrated it for himself, anyway. At the end of the day, it came down to his brother. It was…

" – Don't look so down, Big Brother; it's Christmas! You're meant to look happy! Oh, I forgot; you can't smile, can you? Do you need lessons? Here, copy me," Mokuba grinned cheekily, letting go of him and pulling a face that the intolerable cartoon bunny Pegasus liked would be proud of.

"Let it go, Mokuba. I'm not in the mood. Besides," he bent down and whispered into his brother's ear, his eyes glimmering conspiratorially as he clutched his brother's shoulder. "I could always 'leak' your baby photos to the media. Just think; everyone will be able to see your endearing face, squirt."

He pulled back and ruffled Mokuba's hair, a smirk on his face as his brother's eyes widened, before the frown turned into a smile of happiness. Mokuba rubbed his nose. They had stopped outside the door to Mokuba's bedroom, to the side of which was an elegant and antique wall lamp. So his brother had kept his present safe in here? Perhaps there was more to sibling relationships than he thought. All this effort, dragging him away from his work… Mokuba Kaiba really was the opposite side of a coin!

You must really have put in the effort, again. You're the perfect little brother. My little brother. Do you know that? he thought, following Mokuba into his bedroom and shutting the door behind him as he heard his brother ferret around inside one of the draws, and as he walked closer he saw that a photo of a younger him and Mokuba was propped up on the surface of the dresser.

"Mokuba. How long has this been here?" he whispered quietly, his hand clasping the side of the frame and lifting it up as he felt himself briefly pressed by a pang of regret, which he soon brushed away.

Looking at the photograph, he ran a long-finger over the image of his little brother, a smile on the young boy's face as he then looked at the smiling stranger next to him. Not a true stranger, but a part of himself that he did not think of so much anymore. Sacrifices had had to be made in order to get them where they were today, and he was determined to make sure his brother had the best life possible. Destiny was an outdated concept; he would protect the one person he loved with all his power, his life, if necessary. He placed back the picture; he had not been into his brother's room many times. Perhaps it was time he started to intrude more often.

"Setoooo? Would you like your present now? It's gift-wrapped and everything. I worked really hard to think of something to get the man who has everything!" Mokuba asked him, running up to him and bowing his head as he held out his hands, clasped in which was a present wrapped in blue paper, small enough to be a book or something similar.

"Thanks, Mokuba. It's much appreciated," he said, taking the present and noticing the pleased look on his brother's face, causing him to feel somewhat gratified that at least his brother, the one person he loved, was happy.

" – It's just… well, I had to dig deep for it, but I hope you like it," Mokuba said quietly, looking down at the floor and grinding the carpet with the ball of his foot as he began to unwrap the present.

He closed his eyes as his fingers uncovered a metallic frame, a warm oddly pleasurable feeling flowing through his veins as he opened them to see just what his brother had done for him. Staring up at him from beneath a silver and mother-of-pearl frame was the picture of the Blue Eyes White Dragon Mokuba had drawn for him when he was younger; when he was in need of support. His throat ran dry as he ran a finger over the image. He thought he had lost it, but here it was.

"Thank you so much, Mokuba. For everything," he announced in little more than a whisper, bending down and holding his brother close as he wrapped his arm around Mokuba and stared at the picture his brother had drawn, running a hand through Mokuba's hair.

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