---Mokie and Seto---

Mokie was humbling sitting there drawing a stick person and some dog faces when the library door banged open loudly and Kaiba stood there, his eyes blaring with anger and his knuckles white on his breifcase's handle. He stormed over to Mokie and opened his mouth when the small boy raised his hand for scilence.

"Shh! Don't disturb Seto! He's reading. I'm sure you know how irritable he gets when people yell while he's reading." Mokie smiled happily and continued to draw.

"I don't want to hear it!" His voice echoed off of the walls in the library. "You are the only one here, you little rat! You are such a spoiled brat, you idiotic, no-brained freak!"

There was a crash and Seto came charging in, his face utterly crazed, a pencil stuffed behind his ear and a pen in his hand, his jacket was gone, so his shirt was rumpled and his hair was a bit of a mess. He was holding a scrunched piece of paper in his right fist and a cracking pen in his left. "WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP! YOU! DON'T PICK ON MOKUBA! YOU! STOP MAKING SO MUCH NOISE! I'M WORKING HERE!" He pointed to his crumpled piece of paper.

"See?" Mokie smiled inoccently and continued to draw.

"Brat."

"Block head."

"A-- hole!"

"I said... SHUT THE F-CK UP!" Seto yelled. He grabbed Kaiba's shirt and held onto it tightly, strangling Kaiba slightly. "Stop calling Mokuba names, you prick." He dropped his hands and stomped past Mokie. He turned on his heel and looked down at Mokie. "And you, stop acting like you know everything all the time. I'm trying to work in the back room, so you can be a know-it-all after I'm down working." He stomped and made as much noise as possible on his way back to his little study room.

"Fine." Kaiba straightened his jacket. He turned on his heel and crashed into Mokuba. The teen caught his balance first and got hit on the head with the metalic breifcase that Kaiba had been holding. Mokuba blinked away tears of pain and held out his hand to help up his brother, but only got his hand slapped away. "I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" A book came flying at the pair and hit Mokuba squarely on the nose. "ALL OF YOU! OUT! LEAVE ME ALONE! OUT! OUT! OUT!" A pen hit Kaiba across the cheek and a chair flew at Mokuba, who was still dazed from the book and wasn't able to dodge.

Kaiba's eyes widened and he launched himself in the way of the chair and it knocked him and Mokuba down. Mokuba stared at Kaiba for a minute and then gasped. "You! You saved me!"

Seto was breathing heavily with veins popping everywhere. "What part of 'shut up' don't you two understand!" He blinked when he spotted Mokuba squirming out from beneath Kaiba. "Oh, Mokuba's here. No wonder it got noisy. Well, take your childish bickering outside of the library, please."

---Mokuba's class, two days later---

Crowler looked infuriated when he saw the black mark on Mokuba's arm the next morning. He was more infuriated when Mokuba started to get tired in the middle of a stratagy lesson. Mokuba was usually the one to remain awake to memorize everyword he spoke so he'd be even better.

A few hours later, Banner experienced the same problem. He wasn't as irritable, but Pharaoh was. Mokuba usually was awake through the whole class and was usually able to play with Pharaoh at some point or another. But for some reason, he was sleeping soundly, his hand just barely covering a black and blue mark on his arm.

Banner stood there, watching his student sleep and sighed. 'Perhaps this has something to do with all the comotiona fewnights ago.'

Zane managed to help Mokuba to his next class, only to have the boy crash on the ground right before the doors. Zane stared at the boy and knelt down. "What happened, Mokuba?"

"Wha?" Mokuba looked up. Zane saw it; Mokuba was going mad and he'd hurt himself to become sane again. "I dunno whatcha talkin' 'bout, Zane." He gave a maniac smile that gave him the air of a crazy man trying to fit in. His hair was somewhat tangled, his cloths were rumpled and looked old, and his voice cracked and his worlds slurred, like he was going insane, truely insane.

Mokie ran over, grabbed Mokuba's collar and started dragging him away. "Dang, your heavy! Loose some weight, you!" He tugged and almost fell down a flight of stairs. Zane grabbed them both before that happened. "Phew! Thanks... Zane, right?"

"Yeah." Zane stared. "How did you and Seto get along so well?"

"Wha? Oh! Lotsa people wonder about that! See, Seto made a promise that he'd be my big brother, no matter what! And he is! He made a promise he never intended to keep this long because he'd thought he'd go mad! But I stuck by him because I knew he was a kind-hearted person who was just asking for someone to be his friend. I loved him even when he was a mean and nasty person to everyone else because I didn't care that he over-shadowed me with all his great and wonderful thing. He still loved me because I was a human being, and I'm sure Syrus feels the same about you, Zane!" Mokuba smiled.

Zane stared. "You love him more than a brother."

"GWAH!" Mokuba scooted back and put his arm up to block his mouth. "H-how'd you know!"

"I could tell," Zane said, looking away, his stomache turning over a few good times to make it feel like there was knot in his guts. "How come? Why would you feel that way to someone who's blood-related to you?"

"I dunno. He's just always been nice to me and his smile sends my heart through the roof." Mokie smiled sweetly. "I guess that's why I love him that way. He's not only my brother, but he's also the sheild I've got from anything hurtful, he's my brother that I can look up to, he's my counselor that helps me, he's my teacher that I love for his wisdom, he's a lover who has the warmest smile ever... I guess that's what I see in my brother and why I love him."

Mokuba shifted and stood up, dreamily walking down the stairs and he threw himself to the hard stone floor and just lay there, his eyes bleak, like he was dying or dead, his limbs just sprawled everywhich way. He rolled onto his back, his eyes staring at absolutely nothing as he began to draw things with his left hand and seemingly typing something on an invisible type-writer with his other hand. He smiled dryly and rolled onto his side and started to laugh, tears spilling down onto the stones.

Mokie and Zane stared at him then looked at each other and back to Mokuba. They both ran down to the boy and helped him off the ground and up the stairs before they realized he was crying from something and laughing to cover that something up, like he was trying to hide it from the two people who carried him up the stairs. He finally stopped laughing as they dragged him towards the Hospital Ward and they finally heard him softly crying.

Mokie rushed forward and opened the door to find Seto lying on the ground near an empty bed. Mokie gasped and raced forward, only to get knocked back by something hard and metalic. Seto shakily got to his feet and held up a hand to stop Zane from coming in, like he was trying to keep Zane safe from this monstrosity that had knocked Mokie flat on his back. Seto took a step forward and a metalic clang and a soft yelp as Mokie was hit with a metal tray.

Mokuba's head snapped up and he raced forward and threw a kick straight at Kaiba's knees and knocked him down, down hard and fast, and pinned him down, twisting one arm back and forcing his shoulder to the ground. Mokuba held him for a moment before Kaiba grabbed his jacket and slammed him into the ground. Mokuba rolled away and hit a bed. Kaiba lifted his foot to stomp on Mokie and the metal tray when a sheet covered his face as Mokuba dragged him back, pulling on the sheet like reigns on a horse.Seemingly out of thin air, Mokuba and Mokie threw him into something that was hidden in the shadows so Kaiba didn't hit the wall, whilst the two of them stared and Zane helped Seto.

Seto stared at Mokuba's back and saw something red was begining to stain his jacket right around the heart area. Mokie gasped and stumbled back, his own blood splashing soundly to the ground. He had gasped at the sudden realization their plan had worked, and that he was bleeding at the shoulder. Almost instantly, Mokuba collapsed after the gasp and he fell back, a weak smile on his crazed face. He smiled and fainted...

Kaiba emerged, blood dripping from his fingers and his lips. He smiled like a crazy man and looked at Zane. "So, this is the all-mighty Mokuba, eh? Not very strong, smarter than average, not to gifted in dueling, and he doesn't seem to have such a bad fighting spirit. Is he just like you, is that why? You stole my brother from me!"

Zane stepped back. "No," he said bluntly, backing up and hitting the door frame.

Mokie squealed with joy, distracting everyone, which is what he wanted. "Look!"