ENJOY! (Don't sue me!)

"Mokuba! Are you kidding me?!" My brother's voice roared.
"Nope. That's mine." I confirmed his doubts as to who's F+ he was holding with an obnoxious and cheeky grin.
"You were at the top of your class, Mokuba! What happened? Why would you do that!?" He shrieked.

I had half a mind to tell him that I purposely got that horrible grade because it was the only way he'd talk to me for more than 60 seconds. But the other half told me that I should just keep this up. After all it's not like he'd give a crap anyway. He'll be more worried about my grades and how I won't get into a good college. Figures. He probably just wants me in college so that he can finally be rid of me. I should've seen this coming.

"... because... of you..." I said quietly. My cheeky grin had left my face, only to be replaced by a depressed frown and watery eyes. What? I didn't wanna say that? What happened to cheeky obnoxious Mokuba? Ugh, stupid conscience...

"What?" Seto sounded truly surprised. "That makes no sense." He said to me.
"Actually it does." His eyes widened at my reply. "Seto... just hear me out." I started.
"I'm listening." He said, leaning on his desk, his face somewhere between confused, tired, and pissed off.

" ... This is the longest conversation we've had in about 2 months..." I said, quietly.
"Well... that still doesn't give you an excuse to-"
"Seto, please! I understand that I don't have any excuses to ruin my school reputation, or act out this way, or have an attitude with you!" There were tears in my eyes. "But do you understand that this is the most attention I've gotten from you in a long, long time?!" I could feel the salty tears stream down my cheeks.

Seto just stared at me! His expression blank and unchanging. What did I do to deserve this? I thought as I felt the many tears falling on my shirt.

If there was one thing that Seto truly despised, it was being shouted at. And I'd just shouted at him.
He walked toward me painfully slowly, with that icy glare that all the world knew a bit too well.

I wondered what would become of me. Would he hit me? Would he take away my car... again? Would he hit me?

But I found out soon enough as he stopped, leaving our bodies mere breaths apart. I flinched when I saw him move.

But I eventually melted into the tight, long-awaited embrace I received. This. This is all I wanted. I needed us to be like we used to be. Happy, calm, carefree. I missed the feeling of knowing that when it came crashing down he would be there. I sobbed into his shoulder.

He pulled back after my sobs became less violent.

"I... I am so sorry, Mokuba." He says in the most sincere voice he can.
"Really?" I ask, still unsure.
"Yes, of course!" He hugs me again. "I had no idea how much you were suffering." He holds me tighter. "The reason I started acting that way is because I thought you didn't need me anymore."
I pull myself away from his hold on me so I can look at him. "Seto why would you think that? I could never not need you!"

"Well, I thought you didn't. You were into everything else except me. I hadn't gotten a phone call from you in days. And the one time I did catch a glimpse of your face, you were with Raven and some other friends of yours. I figured that the reason I hadn't heard from you in a while was because you had forgotten about me. I thought you... moved on or something."

I couldn't help but laugh. "What is so funny about that?" He asked, his face twisted up in that way it did when he didn't understand something (which was very rare).
"I think we had a serious misunderstanding of each other. I started distancing myself from you because you seemed so obsessed with work lately. You didn't comre home until 4 in the morning. And I didn't know how to talk to you anymore and-"

Seto smiled and cut me off with one last hug. "Well, how about this? We forget this happened. Make an effort to spend more time to gether. And we let the other know when we feel... left out."
"And we let me drink more alcohol?" I suggested with a goofy smile and tearstained cheeks.
He gave me a pat on the head. "Not even when you're 40." He said, smiling. I missed that simle. He wiped my teary face with his sleeve and guided me out of his office.

A/N: I took your advice and made this chapter longer. I hope it was okay! ^^