Disclaimer: Don't own either the Ring or Yugioh. THERE IS NO YAOI IN THIS FIC. Quit being so sick-minded, they're brothers.
Seto returned to his work. Time was slipping away and he still had so much to do. He had a feeling his eventual death would be caused by lack of sleep.
Only an hour later, the door creaked open. At first he hadn't noticed it; but then he saw it swing open out of the corner of his eye. He looked up to see Mokuba, standing in the open doorway with a blank look on his face and a blanket rested on his shoulders.
"Where's mommy?"
Seto blinked, not sure if he had heard right, "Excuse me?"
"Where's mommy?" He repeated, tilting his head to the side curiously.
Seto was a little panicked. What happened? Amnesia…? From when Mokuba had hit the ground earlier? He had never seen his mother before since she had died giving birth to him.
"Mokuba…Are you alright?" He asked, concern appeared in his voice.
"I need mommy."
"Mokuba, mommy isn't here."
"But I need her."
"Why do you need her?"
"To protect me." His eyes went glassy and his gaze drifted off, as if remembering something.
"To protect you from what?"
"Them."
"Mokuba, who's 'them'?" he came over and knelt in front of Mokuba, putting his hands on his shoulders, "Is someone trying to hurt you?"
There was a long pause in which neither said anything. Then Mokuba broke it.
"Where's mommy?"
"Mokuba…." Seto was frustrated, but tried not to raise his voice, "I'll protect you."
Mokuba looked suddenly delighted, "Will you love me for mommy?"
"Of course I will. You know that."
Mokuba threw his arms around Seto in a big hug. Seto caught sight of the clock, it was late.
"Mokuba, you should get to sleep." He hugged Mokuba back before pulling him away.
"I can't."
"Why's that?"
…
"The dead don't sleep."