A/N: I know this chapter is short. Promise a longer 3erd chapter. ^.^;

Chapter two

From the foyer Kaiba walked to the large open sitting room. He walked just passed the couch to pull on the curtain ties. Kaiba felt the weight of the curtains when he blocked them from falling all at once.

Kaiba seated himself comfortably on the couch and placed the laptop in his lap. He began to respond to the emails that had accumulated since his three o' clock meeting. From the corner of his eye, Mokuba entered the room. He could tell his brother was doing his usually routine of pretending to be doing something when in reality he was doing nothing. Like a cat who seems to be "just sniffing" your food, but it really thinks it can steal your fish while you are watching. Mokuba sat on the couch next to him and flipped on the TV. Kaiba glared at his brother from the corner of his eye.

"Can't you watch TV somewhere else?" Seto huffed in annoyance.

Mokuba returned his glare with a smile. "Can't we just have some family time?"

"Don't you have other family to attend to?"

"Don't want to spend time with just me? I thought you missed our moments. Besides, they have gone out for a few hours. The misses wanted to shop and the kids are playing at Kaibaland with the sitter." Kaibaland was the theme park his brother built based on his favorite trading card, the Blue Eyes White Dragon which was something of a symbol of power and freedom. Mokuba took time to reflect on the days before he had a wife, before he had two children to worry about. Back then, he had time to deal with his brother's childish fits. He could direct his brother towards a better route. Often his brother would do things for his benefit back then that would kill anyones morality. Although most would find some of the things he did to survive appalling, Mokuba found a way to admire him all the more for it. His brother needed him right now. If he were honest with himself, he didn't have the time to deal with him properly. This made everything more complicated for him. On one hand he wanted to be there for his new family, but his brother's draining personality often took a lot of energy, like some sort of cancer. He wished his brother didn't make him feel so guilty for wanting something of his own.

"It's not that I don't, I just have work to do and I feel comfortable here."

Mokuba raised an eyebrow. "And no other place will do?"

"No other place. I wish to be left alone."
Mokuba knew that wasn't completely true. There were many rooms he could be in, most notably his own room or his home office. He switched off the TV and waited patiently for his brother to finish up some more of his emails. The hard, quick typing of the keys echoed throughout the empty mansion. A lonesome existence.

Mokuba bit his bottom lip. He wasn't sure if he should be saying what was about to come out of his mouth, but he had to. "Maybe you should go on vacation. It might help you get back into the swing of things if you just took a break. Many artists travel to gain inspiration."

"Many artists are dirt poor and let their shallow existence inspire them." Seto's eyes remained fixated on the screen.

Mokuba laughed. "We haven't been poor in a long time. Our existence is in no way shallow. My only guess is, the shallow existence only exists in your mind." Mokuba sighed. "Take my advice, go on vacation. Pick a place hardly a soul would recognize your face or care."

"I'll think about it."

Mokuba stood up, "Good. Should I arrange it now?" Mokuba smiled. He childishly rocked back and forth. To talk to a child, you must act like a child, Mokuba thought.

Seto looked up at him with his signature icy stare.

"I knew you couldn't say no."