I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. I know. Shocker.


Mokuba walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Faintly, he could hear Seto talking on the phone. The sound seemed to be coming from his home office.

Mokuba sighed and went up a set of stairs to enter his room. He dropped the towel and opened his closet, taking out a plain blue shirt and cargo pants.

He managed to put on underwear and pants without too much difficulty, but the shirt was another story.

He walked down the stairs with the shirt in his hand just in time to hear Seto hang up the phone. Mokuba peeked into the office.

"Nisama...? Uhm... Could you help me? I can't..."

Seto turned to look at him, glancing at the shirt before walking over to him. "Lift up your right arm."

Mokuba handed the shirt to Seto, then did what he was told.

Seto put his arm through the sleeve. "Now put it down."

Mokuba obeyed and his brother carefully slid the other sleeve over his cast, then pulled the shirt down over his head.

Mokuba smiled sheepishly. "Thanks."

The brunette shrugged and went back to his desk, taking a paper from the fax machine and adding it to the messy stack of papers in front of him.

"Nisama... I think we should talk..."

Seto visibly flinched before shuffling the papers and opening his laptop. "There's nothing to talk about, Mokuba."

"You called me Mokuba..."

Seto turned to stare at him, no emotion on his face. "Well, that is your name."

"But you usually call me ototo."

The CEO turned away. "I have work to do, Mokuba. Why don't you go play a video game?"

The thirteen-year-old grew angry. "I can't, Seto! You said you were going to help me! You said you were going to take care of me!"

Seto snapped. "And was that helping you!"

Mokuba felt his eyes begin to water. "Don't do this to me!"

"Don't raise your voice to me!"

"Then quit treating me like a child!"

"Then quit acting immature!"

"It seems to me, Seto, that I'm not the one being immature! I'm not the one trying to solve my problems by ignoring them!"

Seto was shaking with his anger. "Get. Out. Now."

Tears slid from the younger's cheeks as he turned and stomped out of the room. "Fine."


Mokuba curled up in one of the living room arm chairs, hiccuping as he tried to fight off the sobs.

"He said he would take care of me. He said it." He pulled his knees to his chest, hugging them to him with his good arm. "Stupid Seto." He burried his face in the curve of his arm, letting the sobs take over him.


Seto stopped typing, the distant sound of his brother's crying reaching his ears.

He sighed deeply and turned off the laptop. He sat there for a moment, expression softening at each of Mokuba's little hiccups.

Finally, he pushed himself away from his desk and stood up, leaving his office to follow the sound of the thirteen-year-old's crying.

The sight of his little brother curled up sobbing was too much for him.

He quickly went to his brother, picking him up in his arms and sitting in the arm chair, hugging Mokuba tightly. "Ototo... Shh... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Mokuba wrapped his free arm around his older brother, crying into the brunette's chest. "Don't leave me."

"Shh... I'll never leave you, ototo. I love you. I love you so much." Seto raised Mokuba's head up with his hands, raining kisses upon his wet face. "I love you more than anything, ototo. Never forget that."

Mokuba sniffed and smiled, wiping away his tears before leaning up to place a kiss on the brunette's lips.

Seto kissed back, running his thumb over the thirteen-year-old's damp cheek. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Mokuba's.

Mokuba whispered, "I love you too, nisama. More than anything."


The day continued as if nothing had happened.

They watched television, played board games, and when it came time for bed, Seto shoved the Chutes and Ladders board back into the game closet.

"Nisama... Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Seto closed the closet door and looked back at his little brother sitting on the couch. He smiled. "Sure."

Mokuba raised his good arm up. "Carry me?"

Seto snorted. "You're such a baby." He picked the younger up just the same. "You're awfully light for a thirteen-year-old, you know."

Mokuba kissed the brunette's cheek. "Makes it easier for you to carry me."

"You should eat more."

"What are you? My mother?"

"Your guardian." Seto laid his little brother down on his bed and crawled on top of him, lifting the blue t-shirt as he kissed his way up Mokuba's stomach.

The thirteen-year-old squirmed, laughing. "That tickles!"

The brunette took his lips from Mokuba's stomach and moved them to his neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

"Nisama..." The younger sighed happily as Seto brought his head up, running his fingers over the mark he'd left on his little brother's neck.

The older Kaiba got up and turned the lights off, closing the door before returning to Mokuba, leaning over the thirteen-year-old and pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss.

Mokuba tangled his fingers in smooth brown lockes as he opened his mouth, letting his brother slip his tongue inside.

The thirteen-year-old moaned and arched up as Seto slid his hand inside his shirt. The chaste kiss quickly turned into a passionate one.

The brunette put an arm behind his little brother's back to move them up farther to the head of the bed.

Mokuba broke the kiss and pulled off his shirt, forgetting about his broken arm until the sleeve got stuck on it. He growled in frustration.

Seto laughed. "Here, let me..." The brunette took the sleeve and carefully pulled it over the cast before throwing it off into some unknown corner of the room.

Mokuba pulled clumsily at Seto's sweater with his right arm. "Off."

Seto helped him and threw the sweater off to join his brother's t-shirt. He leaned down again to take his brother's lips with his own.

Mokuba wrapped his good arm around his older brother's neck, fingers playing with the soft hair where his scalp ended.

Seto ran his hand over the younger's chest, brushing his fingers over his nipples, which made the younger gasp and arch up, breaking the kiss.

"Ah! Nisama..."

Seto pulled away from his little brother to pull the covers up over them. "Let's get some sleep."

Mokuba whined. "But nisama!"

"Ototo, you're thirteen. I think you've had enough fun for today."

Mokuba curled up to his older brother, kissing his shoulders and neck. "Nuh uh."

Seto pulled the younger away from him. "Ototo, I love you and you know that, but it doesn't change the fact that this is wrong."

Mokuba frowned. "It doesn't feel wrong to me."

"It's illegal."

"So?"

Seto sighed and pulled his little brother closer, placing a kiss on the younger's forehead. "Go to sleep."

"I love you, nisama."

"Love you too, ototo."

Mokuba smiled and nuzzled against the brunette. "Sweet dreams, nisama."


Thanks to all those who reviewed! I've already got a little bit of Part 4 started and I'll continue to work on it as long as I get feeeeedback! Hope this wasn't too short.