"Mokuba, I told you already, this is strictly a business trip and you are not coming. I don't like going to America in the first place." Seto Kaiba explained. He was standing in the doorway of his room, trying to keep his younger brother out of his office, where he had hidden the suitcases belonging to his brother, and the ones he wasn't going to use.
"But Seto! You're gonna be gone for all of holiday break! I don't wanna have the house all to myself!" the younger Kaiba wailed. As he said this, he scooted to his brother's left, attempting to get into the office and to his suitcases. Seto moved the same direction, effectively cutting off the route into the other room.
"For the last time, no!" As a last resort, Kaiba scooped his little brother off his feet and marched down the hall. "I'm sorry that I'm going to be gone, but I can't help it." He kicked open the door to his brother's room. "Besides, with me gone, you can play with your friends. I'm sure-" "All my friends are going to be out of town!" Mokuba yelled. "I've told you at least a dozen times already! THIS ISN'T MY CHOICE!" the elder yelled. "YEAH, YOU TOLD ME! I STILL WANNA GO!" "YOU CAN'T AND THAT'S FINAL!" Mokuba lost it. Jumping off his bed, he put both hands on the lower part of his brother's back (as high as he could reach) and shoved the unsuspecting teen out eth door. He gave his brother a solid kick to the knee for good measure, and slammed the door in his face. As fate would have it, Seto Kaiba was currently bent double, nursing his knee. The door whacked him solidly in the face. He toppled to the floor, struggled to his feet, and limped back down the hall, suffering from a bruised knee, a bloody nose, what was soon to be a spectacular black eye, and multiple facial bruises.
Welcome to a day in the Kaiba house.