Attara: Hi, again! This part of my chapter is going to be much more made up than any other part since the shows I watch don't go into it at all, but I watch the dubbed versions in English, so it doesn't go into detail about anything! Ugh, we are so deprived! Well, enjoy and don't forget to look for mistakes!
Mokuba was a very complacent infant. He rarely cried and seemed to take a liking of me. Often, when Father could not comfort him, I would easily have him quieted. I felt important when I was the only one who could ease Mokuba's pain.
I had only been five years old when my brother was born and when my mother had passed on. Life was going to be much harder than before, I knew that at my age. Father had lost that sense of animation in his eyes on that day. He had mostly kept quiet about anything and everything, only filling the physical part of being a parent. A part of us had died on that hospital bed when a part of us was added from the exact place. But there was no time to drown in self-pity for now. Father and I had a child to take care of. We had to make sure that through the darkened days, there was only joy for him, and for that to be executed, we had to make sacrifices.
When I had crawled under the covers of my bed the night we brought Mokuba home, the door opened slightly, and a beam of light shone through the cracks.
"Seto, I know that you have always looked forward to going to school, but I fear that it shall be postponed." Father had whispered to me through the crack.
I nodded, "Yes, Father, of course."
"Thank you, my son." He left.
"You're welcome." I murmured.
I awoke to the sounds of a hungry infant. It was just a couple of hours after midnight then. I rushed to the crib and found father attempting to feed him, but in vain.
"Father, may I try?" I offered.
My frustrated father placed the newborn into my arms. The cries stopped immediately. I eagerly fed him the formula. The bottle was gently tipped toward his tiny mouth and the white fluid slowly emptied into the infant's throat. It would then flow down the esophagus and into his stomach. This was his first meal at home, and I had presented it to him. From then on, I knew that Mokuba and I had a bond that could never be broken, not even through death.
Father looked at me with a slight smile, the first smile that he had ever made since the death of Mother. I could tell his face was glowing with pride. We were going to go through this until the end. Both of us were going to protect Mokuba with our lives as Mother had sacrificed hers. That was the pact, a silent one that was formed that day. Mokuba was going to be our last chance of innocence, and I intended to have that small beam of hope flourish.
Attara: Okay, that was really short, and I thought that it was dumb. Nothing really happened except for the fact that Mokuba was fed… Yes, it was stupid, but don't worry, I'll have the next chapter posted sooner than usual since I have to make up for this idiotic one, all right? Also, I need to have some information about every single episode with Seto Kaiba in it. He doesn't really talk much, so that shouldn't be too hard. I've decided to stop the biography at the point where…actually, I don't know. Maybe the readers could vote on it or something? I don't care if it's more or less work, so don't worry about giving me too much work, for example, making me update for every episode until the series is over. Actually, I wouldn't mind, but I just want you to tell me where, okay? And don't forget to give me quotes of Kaiba, especially when he was in the orphanage, that is, if you can. Any help is greatly appreciated!
*Edited on April 10, 2003 at 10:16PM EST with help of Blue Eyes Demon. Thanks!