As far as I'm concerned, Seto is my father. He promised me, when I was only 3, that he would protect me, father me. I love him with all my heart. He's one of like 4 people that I really care about. He, Yugi, Ekimo, and like Joey and Tristan. Téa annoys the crap out of me. I guess that's like 5 people.

Anyways, Seto is my father, but most of the time, he's my brother. He treats me how a brother should treat a brother. Some times he treats me like a friend. But rarely, he treats me like a son. I hate him treating me like a son, like how he is now. Grounded for three months, I'm not allowed to leave the house. Schooling, and medication. He sneaks it into my food now. Its like he's gone all commando on me now. I don't like it. I miss my big brother.

My ceiling looks cool; there must be a thousand pictures up there. The ones of the people I love are on my headboard. Like 20 of Seto and 10 of Ekimo. I should probably take those down. Not yet. My room has never really looked cool, but now it dose and I love it.

"Mokuba."

"Yes Sir?" He hated it when I called him that.

"Don't call me that, you have work to do?" I can't remember if I do or not. "I know you do." I could feel his weight on the bed, I'm still looking up at my art. "I have to leave for a week or so."

"Where are you going?" I grabbed my camera, adjusting the settings.

"Paris." Damn it! He knows how much I love Paris!

"Can I go?"

"Why do you ask questions like that?" F 11 at a 10th of a second. "I don't want to go, but I have to." F 11 at a 10th of a second. "I know how much you love Paris, I'll get you something." F 11 at a 10th of a second. "What are you taking pictures of?" F 11 at a 10th of a second. F 11 at a 10th of a second. F 11 at a 10th of a second. "Would you stop?" F 11 at a 10th of a second. He took the camera away from me.

"Seto, No!"

"You get it back when I get back."

"NO!" He walked out. Damn it, damn it DAMN IT! Now I really want to die. My ceiling, my room. "FUCK YOU!" I hope he didn't hear me. I know he did. "I hope you're happy!" I got off the bed and kicked something over. I loved my brother, I hated my father.