People who read and dont review make Mokuba sad. And you dont want a crying Kaiba on ur hands do you?

In all seriousness though, This is a graphic chapter... I know that if you are reading this you are adult enough to take this. But... I really must insist, if you are younger than Mokie darling, dont read this chapter. And Review... I will love you.

I killed a man once. I don't know who he was… I don't care. He had been stalking my brother for almost a year. Watching him on the street. He broke into the house once or twice, when we weren't there. Took a few of his belongings. Apparently… he wanted to become Mokuba, have his life. But it really dosen't matter, he's just as dead either way.

He finally got brave, and broke in, while we were home. He trapped Mokuba in his room and held a knife to his thought. But he didn't want to kill him… for a dead child cannot give him what he wanted.

I was at home. Roland and I were working on something or another, I really don't remember what it was. But I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach, that horrible sinking feeling that something was wrong. I took up the small gun, the one that I keep in my desk for no reasons that are irrelevant right now, and went to him room.

"Mr. Kaiba, I'm sure its nothing." I knew it was something, I've had that feeling once before, when Mokuba was taken by Peg-a-fag. Roland and his wife had had a child, a few mounts before, so his fatherly instincts had not yet been perfected.

"I'm sure its something." I walked to his room, creaking the door slightly open. I saw the man, his pants down, and Mokuba, crying. My brother saw me, his face did not change, then he looked back at the man.

"I almost feel sorry for you." He had told the man. The child is a wonder, he didn't crack a smile as I held the gun, inches away form the man's head.

"Why?"

"Because your about to die."

"Close your eyes." I said the my brother. He closed his eyes. I pulled the trigger and blew that mother fucker's head off. I dropped the gun, I stepped over the body and scooped Mokuba up in my arms. "Keep them closed." He was shaking, I didn't mean for him to witness that, but it needed to be done.

"Seto?" I hushed him. "Why?"

"I don't know. Did he make you do anything?" He gripped my shirt, his tears bellowing from his eyes, but thankfully, he shook his head. "Its alright." I felt like crying too. I might have, I don't remember, I was only concerned with his tears. I laid him down on my bed. "Open your eyes." I begged of him. He just shook his head. "Mokie?"

"Seto, why are people like that?" He was just crying. I remember now, I was crying too. I held him, as he feel asleep, I know what he dreamed about, and that killed me, knowing that. I went back, Roland was just staring at the pervert's body.

We got rid of all the evidence. He buried the body in the back yard, under the weeping willow tree. We hid the blood stained carpet in one of the attacks, same thing with the mattress, we burnt our clothes, and berried the ashes along with the body. We painted his room, which was also covered in blood.

"Have one." Roland said, offering me a cigarette.

"I don't smoke."

"Neither do I." He put one in his mouth and took a drag. I did the same. I felt better. Those were the first and last cigarettes that I ever had. So Roland and I smoked a pack of cigarettes and he left.

Mokuba cut his hair off, his long lovely hair. Seeing all of that beautiful hair on a pile on my bedroom floor was a horrible thing. He sat on the bed, his knees at his chest. I sat beside him.

"Are you to be alright?" He just rolled his eyes. "I just… are you going to be afraid of me now? Because of what I did?"

"You saved me. Your like my knight is shinning fucking armor." I wasn't going to laugh, but then he did slightly, so I did. "No, I'm not afraid of you. And I'll be alright… eventually." I would offer him a smoke, but I'm all out.