Medication is a funny thing, drugs. I don't like drugs. I tried pot once, it made me feel like crap, it made me feel like my skin was 4 inches thick. I really didn't like that. I was at a tournament once and someone was snorting crack, they offered me some. I remember looking into there eyes, they looked so dull and not shiny. I walked away. I didn't want to feel that way, I could barely stood the way I felt then, and I didn't need that extra thing. But these medications, these drugs, are different. They make me feel weird, but I have no choice, I have to take them.

"Open your mouth."

"No."

"Mokuba…" Seto inspected my mouth, "Lift your tongue." Damn, I was close. "Mokuba! Swallow them."

"You think it's easy to hold these things in your mouth? They taste horrid." I didn't like the taste, and I didn't like the way they felt going down my thought. I didn't like anything about them, the medication, the pills.

"They won't taste as bad if you would swallow them you know."

"Yea." He handed me another bottle.

"Three of these."

"How much longer will I have to be doped up?"

"Your not doped up, your just medicated." He took his pills, they are different than mine, for stress, or that's what he said. "Do you want me to fix you some cheese?"

"No, I want chicken."

"Ok." My brother could cook. We have like cooks and stuff to it for us, but he likes doing it himself. I don't complain. His dishes are never too complex, because he doesn't have a lot of time. But now that we are both insane, he hasn't been spending a lot of time at work, and more at home. He makes this Pasta, wow.

The doctor said that we should slow down, that I needed to concentrate on school and nothing else right now. He said that I was 16, and should act like a 16 year old. I'm perfectly fine with those orders. School and peer relationships. Ekimo, with her long pink hair and shinny eyes. Seto likes her. He said that she was pretty. And she was. He was happy that I was happy.

"Did you know that the average life Expectancy for people all people living on earth is 63 years?"

"No, Mokuba, I didn't know that."

"There a lot of things about this world that no one knows, or will ever know."

"That sucks doesn't it?"

"I don't think so, I mean, there are a lot of things in this world that I don't want to know."

"Like?"

"Like why Pegasus is only like 25 and has white hair?"

"That's it?"

"Also, like how is Yugi always able to beat you." He scowled at me. "I also don't want to know why our parents left, or why team rocket is so pathetic." I could hear him snicker. "I don't want to know why I wanted to die. I don't wanna know why you wanted to die. I don't want to know why Jell-O moves the way it dose." He smiled.

"Jell-O is kind of scary isn't it?"

"I don't think you will ever really know just how scary." While I was in the hospital, there was this guy named Lord Dottous, that's what we had to call him. And the only thing he would eat was Jell-O. He made art out of it. Some of the stuff her did was cool, others of it was scary. I can't eat Jell-O anymore.

"Beef." F 2.8 at 60th of a second.

"Thank you."

"Eat. I'm going to work."

"On a Saturday?"

"Yep, will you be ok?" I nodded, eating my chicken. He left, I missed him already. I did this every once in a while. The chicken was very tender, Seto still won't let me have a knife. I said that I didn't want him to have one either, but he ignored me.