After a period of time here is Chapter six. . Nothing but the plot.

Day Off

"Nii-sama …." A voice whispered to the teen curled up in bed. "Seto; wakey, wakey sleepy head."

He groaned, rolling over to face the other side of the bed. "Not yet." He mumbled from underneath the covers.

"Seto," The younger Kaiba grinned down at his sleeping brother. "It's 12:30, Nii-sama."

"What!" Seto jumped up in bed and grabbed his alarm clock. To his horror, the digital clock blinked 12:33.

"Don't worry Seto." Mokuba giggled, as his brother fought his blankets trying to get out of bed. "We don't have to go to school today."

Still fumbling with the blankets, he gave Mokuba a confused look.

"School was canceled today because of all the snow and ice we're getting."

Seto stopped messing with the blankets, "The weather is that bad?" Their school rarely ever delayed, let alone cancel; even in the worst of weather that came. There could have been a hurricane passing by and they'd still have to go to school when everyone else was out.

Mokuba nodded, "There's about five inches of ice. I went outside to see what it looked like and slipped on the grass; I think it was the grass; and it's still hailing. There's no way anyone would be able to get anywhere; well, that is unless they have ice skates and a steal umbrella."

Managing to find his way out of bed, Seto headed over to his balcony. Turning the handle he pushed on the door. Nothing happened. He pushed on it again but the results were the same. Releasing the handle, he pushed aside the curtains to find that the tall glass windows smudged with ice droplets.

He put on his slippers and headed out of his room, down the ungodly long hallway, and down the huge stair case to the front door to check the current situation.

A gust of wind swept through as he opened the front door. The sky was cloudy and grey; pebbles of sleet came down from the sky and bounced off the icy ground. The lawn and side walk looked like one huge solid sheet of ice, giving the affect of being an out door skating rink. The stairs leading up to the door seemed to be missing a step.

Frowning, he shut the front door. Turning to his brother he said, "I guess I am staying home today."

Mokuba's smile widened. "Come on Seto, I've made breakfast today!"

Seto raised his eyebrows and gave him a scared look "wouldn't it me more like lunch."

"I decided to make a breakfast meal seeing how you just got up… Oh come on Nii-sama, I don't cook that badly."

Seto's expression didn't change. "The last time you cooked you nearly brunt the entire kitchen down."

Mokuba stuck out his tongue. "Well, it's a whole lot better then what you can make. You can rune cereal!" He added in hand gestures to emphasize his point. "Cereal, Nii-sama, how on earth can you possible do that!"

"All right, all right, I see your point." Seto cut in before Mokuba could add anything else. "Then let's eat."

With that, Mokuba all but drug him into the kitchen. The smell of pancakes made their mouth's water.

Seto took a seat at a small square table that the cooks usually sat at. He watched as his brother carried over a large platter with pancakes stacked high on it. "How come you have made so many for just the two of us?"

"I'm a growing boy, Nii-sama, I need the food." He smiled setting down the plate. "With any luck I'll get as tall as you."

Seto smiled back, "Well, you are half way there." Noting the height difference when standing side by side.

Going back to the other side of the kitchen Mokuba frowned, "As long as I don't stay this height forever."

"Don't worry Mokuba we don't have any short genes in our family that I know of; unlike Motto on the other hand." Seto snickered.

Mokuba couldn't help but grin as he took out two plates and forks from the cupboard. "Be nice Seto, he can't help it." He attempted to scold the elder.

"I was just making an observation of what I have seen. No need to get your panties in a bunch over it."

Red flushed Mokuba's cheeks as he came back over to the table. "Well you know what Seto."

"What?"

Mokuba stuck out his tongue and shook his head. "You're the one with panties." He handed Seto a plate and fork.

"Oh," Seto rose an eye brow, "and how, might I ask, would you care to prove that?" He grinned as his little brothers cheeks darkened.

"I don't really want to." Sitting down, he took three pancakes from the stack. Looking up at Seto, he could help but ask "Do You?"

"Of course not. The only undergarments I own are boxers."

Mokuba rose his eyebrow in the same fashion as his brother "Are you sure of that?"

"As far as I'm concerned; yes, quite sure of that. What purpose would I have in owning them?"

"You never know big bother; you can be pretty weird at time."

"Me, weird?" He said in mock tone. "I am the most normal person you will ever meet. There is nothing weird about me" Seto placed two pancakes on his plate.

Mokuba tried to hide his laugh, but failed at the attempt. With a huge grin he said, "If only other people could see you now Nii-sama. They might change there mind about you."

Seto shook his head as he cut into his hotcakes. "That, they will never know of."

Mokuba frowned as he ate his own pancakes.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Seto sat in the living room determined not to get behind in his work.

"Seto," Mokuba poked the elder, "come on Seto, to days a day off and you're going to spend it by doing work?"

"It takes a lot of work to keep a company running and getting behind in work…"

Mokuba mouthed the little speech Seto gave. "I know Seto, but for just this once; just this very little day; could you not do work?"

Seto sighed, "Mokuba-"

"OH, COME ON!" Mokuba threw his arms in the air. "It's just this one day." His bottom lip began to quiver and his grey eyes grew bigger.

Before he could finish his ultimate attack Seto cut in, "All right, all right. What do you want to do today?"

"First off; you need to shut down you're laptop. Then," He picked up a book from off the table; "you can help me with these." In odd shaped black letter the book red 'Origami'.

Sighing, Seto began to shut down his laptop. "Which ones do you want to do?"

"Well," Mokuba began, "Seeing the time of season it is, I think we should do Christmas ones."

"You know that it's pretty much January now, don't you? Isn't it a little late to be doing Christmas things?"

"Nii-sama, it's never too late or too early for Christmas."

Seto sighed; giving in he said, "Oh; all right; fine, which one do you want to do?"

Smiling, Mokuba flipped to a marked page in the book. "This one Seto." He pointed to an odd shaped star.

Seto took the book and looked at it closely. He chuckled as he read the instructions. "Of coarse you just had to pick one of the most complicated one in the book."

Straighten up Mokuba said, "What can I say, it's in the blood; besides there are harder ones then this one. If you want I could find one that is."

Seto gave him a smile "So where do we begin?"

About fifty-billion folds and five sheets of paper later they completed their mission of the eight pointed star.

"See, I told you I could complete it." Seto huffed showing the youngest the star.

"I don't think I like Origami's anymore… Now I know why I stopped making them in the first place."

Seto placed the Origami on the table in front of him. "So, what do you want to do know?"

Mokuba sat there thinking. He had the whole entire day with his brother; that didn't happen often. "Wanna play a game?"

"Which game?"

With a huge grin Mokuba went over to the TV, "The racing game you gave me Nii-sama." Picking up the case he declared, "To the game room!" and marched out of the living room.

Shaking his head a bit, Seto followed him to the room.

The room was a bit smaller then the others, but in all it was a nice size room. A huge plasma TV was on a wall. On each side of it were black shelves that were littered with game stations and games. Two beanbags were in front of the TV and right behind was a small black, leather couch.

"Hurry up Seto!"

Seto sat down on a beanbag next to Mokuba. A controller was shoved into his hands as his eager brother tuned on the game.

The TV screen flashed as and a loading bar appeared. Theme music from the game filled the room. It was a new techno music that could have been on DDR. But as Seto pointed out, was not the girly music that was usually programmed in them.

Taking turns, they each chose a car. Mokuba picked a yellow Ford GT40 (in other words a yellow car with black stripes running down the front). Seto picked a black Jaguar XK4. The racing ground was a nighttime replica of a city the size of Domino.

The TV took on a split screen as the countdown began. In the matter of a few seconds their cars took off thought the town. The squeals of tire making sharp turns a long with the running engine filled the room. They drove on sidewalks trying to pass one another.

Lap after lap the game became more intense as each wanted to win. They became more and more involved in the game moving from side to side as turning the controller as if it were a steering wheel. Seat began to pour from their face as they headed to the last lap of the game. Side by side they pressed hard on the buttons to try and make there car faster. The finish line came into view; both boys were all but pressing their faces on the screen.

By merely a hair of a second Seto crossed the finish line before Mokuba.

Sitting back down on the beanbag he smiled at his kid brother. "My, my, my, you've improved greatly at this."

Mokuba smiled up at him, "I play this a lot; well, I play a lot of racing games. Wanna go again?"

Seto grinned, "You're on."

The next hour was filled with intensity as each game went on. Each time changing locations and testing out different cars. And every time Come neck in neck at the finish line. Mokuba managed to beat Seto a few times but the eldest still prevailed overall.

After what seemed like the hundredth game the Kaiba brothers made a truce and decided to get some dinner.

-.-.-.-.-.-

"Wow, it's already 5:30." Mokuba announced as they came into the kitchen. "Time sure went by fast."

"Well, you know what they say, time flies when you're having fun." Seto headed over the refrigerator.

"Does time fly when you're at work?"

"Depends on the day." He took out sandwich materials. "There at days where it drags on and never seems to end and then there are those days where it seems you leave right after you walk in." He began to make ham and cheese sandwiches.

"Do you ever have fun?"

"At work; not usually. At least I wouldn't call it having fun. It's more along the lines of the day being a good one and everything running smoothly."

Mokuba watched as his brother came with the sandwiches. Setting them on the table he sat down in the chair across from Mokuba.

"Do you always have things to do at work?" Mokuba began eating.

"Most of the time; there are a few times where I have to wait and have nothing better to do. But those days are rare. I generally have lots to do and little time to do it"

"What da ya da durrin dhose days?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full… On the rare occasions of being board I find a way to entertain myself."

Mokuba swallowed his food before speaking this time, "Like what?"

"Sometimes I just make computer animations or read books, like what you really should do. Playing video games is fun and all but you really need to start reading more."

"But I do read Nii-sama, how do you think I find secret passage ways and special abilities on the games. I have to read the cheat codes in order to do that. You'd be surprised at how many different things I've read to get through some of them."

Seto rolled his eyes at that. "That's not the same as reading from real books… And don't forget who tells you how to get through some of those games."

"You're right. Next time I see Yuugi and Joey I'll remember to thank them for all the help they gave me"

Now it Seto may glare a lot at other people but he rarely glared at his brother and meant it.

Without a word Seto left the table.

Mokuba sat there with a blank stare. Snapping out of his trances he jumped from the table and ran up the stairs.

"Seto." He called out at the top of the stairs. He went over to Seto's room but it was empty. "I'm sorry big brother. I didn't mean to make you mad." He walked along the hall checking every room. Turning around he headed back to the stairs. "Seeeetooooo." He whined leaning against the railing. "I didn't mean it. If I knew it mad you that mad I wouldn't have said it."

"You know how I feel about them Mokuba." A voice came from behind him.

"Seto!" Mokuba turned around quickly.

Seto's arms were crossed and a void look was etched across his face.

Mokuba looked down and leaned on the railing. His eyes began to burn and his vision started to blur over. "I'm sorry Nii-sama." He mumbled rubbing his sleeve over his eyes.

Seto sighed and walked closer to his brother. He put a hand on Mokuba's head and kneeled down. "It's ok kid."

A large cracking sound filled the mansion. Mokuba found himself falling backwards as the railing behind him gave out.

"MOKUBA!" Seto screamed as his brother fell.

Mokuba screeched then realized he was no longer falling. "Don't worry, I got you." He heard from above. Opening his closed eyes he looked up at his brother who had one hand around his ankle.

Slowly he was pulled up onto the floor. Shakily he sat up.

"Are you ok Mokuba?" Seto panted.

Mokuba only responded with a small nod.

Seto regained his composure; lifting Mokuba from the floor, he carried him down the stairs back toward the kitchen.

Silently they finished their sandwiched; Mokuba, refusing to leave his brothers lap.

After a while of sitting there Seto broke the silence. "Do you want to watch a movie?"

Mokuba tilted his head up to meat his brothers gazes; he replied, "Only if I get to choose it." He grinned, "The movies you like are really boring."

"Then I guess you better put one in before I do."

Hopping of Seto's lap he ran for the living room.

Yawning, Seto stretched then headed for the living room.

"So what movie are we going to watch?" Seto plopped down on the couch.

"Pirate of the Caribbean." Mokuba turned off the lights and sat next to Seto.

Half way through the movie Mokuba noticed his brother's weight leaning on him. Not taking his eyes from the TV Seto poked in the side with his elbow. "Gee, Seto it's barely 8 o' clock; what time did you go to bead last night?"

Seto grunted, sitting up, "Pretty late." He leaned to the other side of the couch and within the matter of a few minutes was fast asleep.

Mokuba took notice in the heavy breathing from his brother. Looking over he shook his head. Getting up from off the couch he pulled Seto's legs onto the sofa. Using the remote, he stopped the movie and turned off the TV.

Shaking his head, Mokuba sighed, "You really should try and get more sleep."

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