Truths

Seto awoke with a nasty hangover at nearly ten the next morning, groping with his head under a pillow for the bottle that should be nearby, but apparently wasn't... He groaned to himself and just hid there, needing to piss but not wanting to move.

Mokuba had seen both of his children off to school, and then his wife off to work by the time he found himself seated at his desk, phone held tightly in his hand. Calling him was something he knew he had to do...even if it was only once. Mokuba would explain to Seto that it was time he move on...That nothing else could happen between them; and that he would just have to get over that. He nodded, reassuring himself of his decision before dialing his brother's number once again.

Seto swore as he was interrupted from his hiding by the shrill screaming of the telephone. Two rings passed as he groped for it, and he flipped it open and jammed it against his ear without looking at it or opening his eyes. "What the fuck to you want?" he demanded hoarsely.

His eyes narrowed as he heard the angry voice float through the ear piece. "I don't know what the fuck I thought I wanted calling you." he snapped back, hanging up the phone immediately.

Seto's eyes snapped open. Mokuba! Oh gods, that had been Mokuba? Finally? That voice he hadn't heard in... years... Last night? He vaguely remembered something... maybe... Kami, he'd been too drunk to remember, but that was actually Mokuba on the phone... His fingers trembled as he instantly called him back, praying he would pick up.

Waiting until the last possible second, Mokuba finally answered the phone. "What?" He snapped, voice agitated still.

"Mokuba...?" Seto started, still buried in his bed. This didn't quite seem real. In a few hours he was going to wake up and this will have been a drunken dream... "I'm sorry for how I answered; I didn't realize it was you..."

"Hmph. I called last night as well, but you were to wasted to give a fuck." Mokuba wasn't sure why he felt this hostility towards Seto...but regardless it was there.

"I'm sorry. You called at a bad time." It was almost always a bad time, actually; today, Mokuba had called during the only time he was guaranteed to catch him sober.

"I only called to wish you a happy birthday." He said flatly, little emotion in his voice.

"...Thank you..." Seto said quietly. This wasn't what he had expected; Mokuba seemed to hate him. That was an idea that he just couldn't stand...

"I suppose I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing..." What was the point of even trying to hold a conversation. It was too late for them...

"I wasn't doing anything..." Seto protested mildly, in the vague hope of getting Mokuba to talk to him more. "I just woke up. I mean... I can talk if you want to..." There was almost no confidence left in his voice; in two and a half years, he had broken.

"I did want to tell you that..." Could he really say this to Seto, after how broken and lost the poor man sounded. "I want to see you." The words slipped past him before he could even think about what he was saying; Instantly regretting it.

"I.... you... do?" The hangover tried to force the thoughts into muzzy background noise, but he shook his head and dragged them forward. "Whenever you want," he agreed instantly.

God no, of course he didn't want to see Seto. What hey hell good would that do anyone. "Today...I'll come over today..." He was stuck now. There was no way he couldn't go and see him after suggesting it himself...not with how terrible Seto sounded.

"...Thank you..." Seto said quietly. "I'll be here..."

Mokuba didn't bother to say good bye before hanging up the phone. Damn...he was going to need a drink if he was going to be able to get through this...

Seto didn't realize Mokuba'd hung up at first. When he did, he looked at the phone for a second before setting it aside and slowly sliding out of bed. He had to get ready to see Mokuba... he had to get the house cleaned up... he had to get rid of this hangover... He stood in the middle of the floor for a moment indecisive, until he made for the shower.

After a proper shower and dressing, Mokuba went out to his car. It wasn't as if he had anything to do today aside from traveling to Seto's place. Once in the car, he called Atsuko at work and told her that he was going to be visiting an old friend from college for the day. What good was it to tell her that he was seeing Seto?

Seto managed to make himself look presentable, and didn't even touch the alcohol, as he went around and straightened up, noting that the maids seemed to have taken care of most everything... He lay down in the sitting room where that damned conversation had happened so long ago and forced himself to sit still as he waited.

It was an hour or so before Mokuba was pulling up into a driveway he hadn't been up for far to long. As the key twisted in the ignition, his mind began to race with the thoughts and memories of the last time he had been here. "Here goes nothing..." He muttered to himself as he stepped out of his car; a different one from the one he had the last time.

Isono answered the door for him. "Mokuba-sama," he said with the appropriate bow. "Your brother's waiting."

Seto had in fact fallen asleep on the couch.

"Uhm...Thank you Isono..." His voice was soft as he stepped into the house. Walking back in after so many years was a rather humbling experience to say the least. "Where is he?" He asked, looking around.

The man said nothing and led Mokuba to the room, opening the door for him and not entering himself.

Asleep. Just like he'd left him. Mokuba stepped in and took a seat in one of the chairs, watching his brother. "Seto...?" But he made no other move to wake him, still not sure whether he should or not.

Seto stirred as Isono shut the door and left. His eyes opened and he sat up groggily; when they fell on Mokuba, he blinked a few times, as though not sure he was really there. "...Mokuba?" Amazingly, through something in his genetic makeup, he had still barely aged a day in the last twelve years or so.

"Yeah..." Mokuba was staring off to the side, inspecting a bookshelf that hadn't changed over the years. While his brother was lucky enough to still be intact with youthful looks, Mokuba had aged considerably over the years. Whether that was the result of having a family, a stressful job, or the lack of relationship with Seto wasn't clear...but it was clear that he'd not been having such an easy time of this either.

Seto frowned slightly, and then slid off the couch, unthinkingly to his knees in front of Mokuba and gently placing his hands on either side of his face to make him look at him. "How have things been...?” he asked quietly, looking into his eyes.

His gaze was locked with Seto's and for a long time he didn't break it. "Get up, Seto..." He muttered, looking away once again.

Seto frowned a little and got up, sitting on the edge of the chair. He didn't say anything, feeling that he was walking a thin line and couldn't afford a single misstep.

"I won't come here again, Seto." Blunt and to the point, but he felt he needed to be.

"...I didn't think I'd ever see you again after last time..." he admitted quietly, and pulled out a cigarette with shaking hands, managing to get it lit on the second try.

Mokuba nodded, "I hadn't intended for you to." He watched his brother pull out the cigarette, frowning slightly. "It's been three years...I think you should have been able to move on...”

"It's not because I'm in love with you, Mokuba..." Seto said, dragging deeply and holding it a moment before sighing it out. "That would be easy to move on from, in comparison... but it's... you're my brother, and what I did you ... your life... It's unforgivable. And I know you don't forgive me..." Mokuba had never answered him three years ago, after all, when he asked if he would... and he knew that meant no.

"I'm still married, my children are happy, and I haven't lost my job. What wrong have you done to my life?"

"You're unhappy," he said simply.

Mokuba laughed slightly at this, "I wasn't happy to begin with."

"But at least you were able to look at me... It's been two year s and nine months ad seventeen days since we last spoke.... ...Or maybe it is as simple as the fact that I love you..." the quiet words were punctuated by another drag on the cigarette. "And now you hate me..."

Without saying a word, Mokuba reached over and plucked the cigarette from his brother's fingers. He used his other hand to pull Seto closer, before attacking him with his mouth.

Seto gasped in surprise, barely managing to avoid crashing out of the chair, leaning heavily against Mokuba. He grabbed and held onto him desperately, kissing back with all the fervor he possessed.

He reached over to the coffee table and put out the cigarette, now using both hands to hold onto Seto. His kiss became more desperate as he felt Seto's lips working back against his own again, so willing; just as they had been two years, nine months, and seventeen days ago.

Needed... he needed so badly... With a moan, the brunet slipped from the chair, needing to be close to Mokuba. He stood on his knees before him, pressed against his body.

Mokuba followed suit and slipped down to the floor to join his brother. The kiss broke, but he couldn't stop his hands from touching Seto everywhere, "I missed you so much..."

Almost too much... nowhere near enough... More, there had to be more... Right. Clothes. Clothes were in the way... "I'm sorry..." was all that he could think to reply, but he got his hands to Mokuba's shirt buttons and began quickly, shakily, to get them off...

His hands quickly grabbed Seto's; it was an immediate reaction. "Seto...We can't do this again..."

He stopped, and jerked himself away, as though wrenching himself from Mokuba's magnetic pull. "Right. You're right. Of course you're right..." he muttered, running on hand through his hair and he curled up in the chair.

Mokuba frowned as he watched Seto, moving over to sit beside his chair. "I don't want to hurt you like I did the last time..." He muttered softly.

He laughed a little. "You didn't hurt me last time... Why would you think you had? I was happy... for a few minutes, anyway..."

"And look at you now..." Mokuba sighed, leaning his back against the side of the chair, "It would only end up like that again..."

"Only if you hated me for it again..." It was just... he couldn't handle Mokuba hated him for it... He had to escape from it... "Where are my cigarettes...?" he muttered, patting his pockets until he found them.

He allowed silence to fall between them for a good while, before finally picking the right words to tell them, "I love you, Seto...It's not possible to hate you." Mokuba said quietly, "Not now, not then."

"But you don't forgive me..." He lit he cigarette and dragged deeply again, needing the steady rush of nicotine.

"...How can I?"

"Exactly. You can't. I'm sorry but it's not enough..." His hand ran through his hair again and gripped at his head tightly as he muttered "never enough..."

"I was fine before you had to tell me those things..." He admitted, though he was fairly certain Seto already knew that.

"I know..." he muttered. "I should have kept my secret... I ruined everything..." He replayed that conversation in his dreams every night....

"Maybe...If you have a relationship...this won't bother you so much." Mokuba suggested, "Forget worrying about the company, or what the press might do...This is a matter of you being happy for once..."

There wasn't a word as he shook his head and dragged on the cigarette.

"You can't live alone and drunk forever, Seto..."

"No, I can't, he agreed. "But I never planned on living forever, and I can sure as hell die alone and drunk..."

"So is that really how you want to spend the rest of your life?" He questioned.

"No... but it seems like the best option I have..."

Mokuba finally turned to look at him; A desperate look deep within his gray eyes, "It doesn't have to be that way." He insisted.

"What do you want from me, Mokuba...?" Seto asked quietly, running his hand through his hair again. "Put an add in the classifieds? Go troll gay bars?"

Mokuba reached up, grabbing one of Seto's hands in two of his, "No...But if you continue to live like this I'll feel like it's my fault...It is my fault..."

"I don't know how else to live, Mokuba..." He pulled his hand away. "There's always been just you... and then you and work... and then just work... and then work and alcohol... and now just alcohol..."

It hurt when Seto pulled his hand away, but he expected it. "What do you mean? You're not going to work anymore?"

"Off and on... but it doesn't need me... KaibaCorp can mostly take care of itself. They call me when there's something urgent, or an emergency, and otherwise I just go in one day a week to take care of the paperwork and look at the stupid reports..."

Mokuba couldn't allow Seto to live like this. And so he thought for a while about what to do, before finally drawing a conclusion. "I'll come here...every weekend like I promised back then." He said quietly, "I'm not going to let you drink yourself to death alone."

"I'm not... I'm drinking myself to death while Isono watches and tries to draw it out as long as possible... that man needs a huge raise..." Half of the words were muttered to himself again.

"You know what I mean, Seto!" He snapped, eyes narrowed at his brother. "Is this some sort of joke to you? This is our lives..."

Seto just shook his head and ran his hand through his hair again. "I'm sorry. I'm pulling you away from your life. You should go home to your wife... and your kids... they need you..."

"That isn't what I meant either...and clearly you need me more." Mokuba finally shifted up from the floor, and sat in a chair. "Unless you want me to leave."

There was a long silence as Seto consumed another cigarette. If he wasn't drinking, he was smoking... He had to feed one addiction or the other, since his biggest one was denied him. "No," was the final reply."I don't want you to leave. But I don't want to do anything more to you, either, and pulling you away from your family every weekend isn't what you need..."

"You're in no position to tell anyone what they do and don't need." He stated blandly, "I'll be here every weekend."

The brunet didn't have the strength to argue.

"Can I spend the night tonight?" He asked, not feeling up to going home that day.

Seto nodded. "Of course. I'll have Isono get a room ready for you..."

"I want to spend it with you..."

"I thought... You said we couldn't do this anymore... We don't have to if you don't want to. I'll be happy just to have you around and willing to talk to me..."

"It doesn't matter what we can or can't do. I need it." He muttered, leaning back comfortably against the chair, "After you nothing else was satisfying..."

Seto nodded then. "Of course... I... What do you mean, nothing else was satisfying?"

"Let's just leave it at: I've got more experience now..."

There was nothing to say to that. Gods, what had he done? Make Mokuba go cheat on his wife with other men to try and replace him? He had never wanted that... Mokuba's life had been good, before that...

That was probably the wrong thing to tell his brother... "It's not your fault..."

"You don't have to say that, Mokuba. I can handle the fact that it is my fault..."

"It would have happened eventually either way..." he insisted.

He frowned slightly."Would it have...?" It was almost reassuring to hear, but... he'd though Mokuba had everything firmly under control, suppressed...

"Yeah..." Not that he'd ever know that, but it sounded reasonable and probably likely. "I love Atsuko...but she can't satisfy me..."

"I'm sorry for that... but..." Glad, was the word he couldn't say. Because he missed his brother, and he was a selfish bastard who wanted him all to himself...

Mokuba looked over to him, one slim eyebrow raised up questioningly "But...What?"

"But I'm glad you came back..." he finished quietly. It was obvious; he needed his brother.

"I'm sorry...for avoiding you for so long. I didn't want to face what I had done or what I am..."

"It's all right..." The cigarette had been used just as much as it could be an he put it out, letting it join his earlier one that Mokuba had tossed on the table. "I understand why you had to."

"But that's just the thing," Mokuba shifted, once again looking at something other then his brother, "I didn't have to...I chose to. I abandoned you, and I've practically abandoned my family...Everything is wrong now..."

"I'm sorry..." It was all his fault - he had done so much to Mokuba's life...

"It's not your fault..."

"You don't have to keep saying it, mokuba. I know it is. You've admitted it is. God, I need..." One shaking hand reached for his cigarettes again.

What did Seto expect him to say? Mokuba couldn't just tell his brother over and over again that it was his fault; that wouldn't help anything. He allowed his gaze to wonder back over to Seto and he frowned at the pack of cigarettes. "You have to stop this." Mokuba muttered, moving to swipe the pack from his brother. "This will kill you faster then the drinking will..."

The pack wasn't hard to remove, and Seto was left looking at his empty hand for a moment before he uncurled from the chair and went toward the alcohol cabinet. If he couldn't have Mokuba and he couldn't have cigarettes, then he needed alcohol...

"Seto!" Mokuba watched his brother helplessly, "You need to stop this - All of this."

Mokuba's voice stopped him, and he set his hands flat on the table, leaning over it. "I can't..." he whispered.

Mokuba tossed the cigarettes onto the couch before moving to stand behind Seto, "I'll help you..." His arms gently wrapped around Seto's torso, holding him close, "I'll be here for you."

He leaned against his younger brother; this was right. This was perfect. This was what he needed... "Thank you..."

"You don't have to thank me...You know I need you too." Mokuba turned his brother around, running a hand through the soft chocolate locks before gently pressing his lips to another pair. Seto tasted so strongly of tobacco but Mokuba could deal with that, he just wanted to feel the other.

No, no, the other hadn't been perfect, because this was perfection... He kissed back eagerly, pressing against him, needing to feel him and be close to him... just needing him..

Mokuba's hands wandered everywhere on Seto's body as the kiss became more heated. He pulled Seto forward, stepping backwards himself until he was standing with his legs pressed against the couch. In one quick motion, Mokuba was seated on the couch, pulling Seto down with him and into his lap.

The change in positions went almost completely unnoticed, only acknowledged as he squirmed a little to make himself more comfortable. Thin arms wrapped around Mokuba's neck holding them together, as an equally thin body pressed against him, as though he could merge with him and they'd never be apart again.

The way his brother's body felt against him was better then anything he'd ever felt before; he never wanted this to stop. When he finally did force their lips apart, they immediately moved to litter kisses along his brother's jaw, neck, and then chest as he began to quickly unbutton the other's shirt.

Panting, Seto tilted his head back, his arms uncurling to slide down Mokuba's chest and work at his shirt, needing, needing skin... needing Mokuba...

Mokuba shifted to remove Seto's shirt, and to allow Seto to pull off his. Hands played quickly over the newly exposed flesh of a body he'd been to far away from for far to long. "God I need you, Seto."

"Need you too..." His breath came in panting little gasps. "Please..." He nuzzled his face into Mokuba's neck, breathing his scent and kissing it desperately. Visible ribs heaved as he breathed.

A frown played over his lips as he got a good look at Seto's upper body. "You're so thin..." he muttered, hands running smoothly over his brother's ribs.

"Doesn't matter..." he muttered."Need you... please..."

Mokuba leaned back, catching his brother's lips with his own briefly before speaking again, "Your room."

"Too far away..." Seto muttered. "Isono knows, what does it matter...?" Regardless of his words he slid backward, off Mokuba's lap, and gripped his hand almost painfully.

"Fine..." Mokuba pulled Seto back down onto the couch, feeling the desperate grip. "I love you, Seto..." He muttered, before attacking his neck with his lips again as his hands moved down to unbutton Seto's pants.

"Kami... I love you too..." he panted, squirming to get the pants off, ending up siting beside Mokuba on the couch,and then grabbing his brother's shoulders to kiss him again, working to get the other's off as well.

Mokuba pushed away his own pants, allowing them to fall useless down to the floor. Hands gripped tightly at Seto's hips as he pulled the other man down so that he lay with his back pressed against the couch. He didn't waste time; mouth going right to work at teasing the skin on the elder's chest while kneeling down between slim legs, never going down further then the man's stomach.

Seto panted, chest heaving with his need. His legs spread and wrapped around the other's body, drawing him closer. It was all so perfect... “Please, in me, I need you..."

"You always want to rush..." But despite his words, Mokuba was shoving two fingers into his own mouth to coat them with saliva before pushing them into his brother.

"No patience..." Seto agreed breathlessly. His heavy breaths caught in his throat as Mokuba's fingers entered him and his body went limp, pliable to Mokuba's wishes.

Mokuba continued on with preparing his brother until he was certain he'd be able to fit without causing harm. The question ' are you ready' would have just been redundant and stupid in a time like this. Slicking himself with his own saliva, he settled himself less awkwardly between his brother's legs before finally pushing into the willing body below his.

A keening noise fell from Seto's throat as he arched up against him. Perfect, so perfect...

Hands gripped tightly at slim hips as his own bucked forward into the heat. Over and over he moved in and out of the tightness that was his brother. "Oh god Seto..." He groaned, head rolling back as he allowed the feelings to wash over him.

Seto gripped at Mokuba's arms weakly, riding out the movements, panting incoherently. His mind was long gone, leaving only his body and everything that was overwhelming it.

Mokuba couldn't handle it any longer. The lack of his brother's body for so long and then suddenly having it was enough to push him over the edge with only this small amount of time. He thrust desperately, trying to wait it out as long as possible before finally losing it; his entire body shuttering as he released.

Seto gave an inarticulate cry, shuddering and holding convulsively onto him as he arched up to press against him. The feeling of Mokuba's release inside him urged him to follow, and there was no thought of resisting.

His body gave in to exhaustion as he collapsed down upon his brother's body. "Fuck Seto..." He groaned, shifting his weight uncomfortably as to not squish his brother.

"You just did..." the brunet muttered, and yawned a little. "...Thank you..."

"Always with the jokes..." A smile upturned the corners of his lips before he pressed them to Seto's briefly, "You don't have to thank me..."

"Mm... now we might be more comfortable in bed... You wouldn't have a bony mattress and I wouldn't have a muscular blanket... Not that I mind much..."

Mokuba slowly sat up, his long dark locks hanging around his face in a messy fashion. Still, even at the age of 27 he insisted on not cutting his hair. "We should take a shower before getting into bed." He muttered quietly.

"Probably..." Seto agreed. One hand ran through Mokuba's dark hair. "Yo can use the one in your room if you want..."

"It's been over two years Seto, Do you think I'm letting you out of my sights that easily?" All he did was pull on his own pants before handing Seto his own.

"I was hoping you might say that..." Seto pulled his pants on and stood up. "Weird..." he muttered. "It's three in the afternoon and I haven't had a drink..."

His boyish smirk was replaced by a rather manly grimace, "That's not weird...that's normal." He said, correcting his brother.

"It's weird for me... Now... I'll try to stop it..."

"You're not going to try, you will stop it. I won't be Isono; I'm not going to drag your drunk ass everywhere."

"Isono put his foot down with the drugs..." he muttered. "I almost fired him... he didn't care. Man needs a raise..." He didn't seem to remember that he had said almost the exact same thing less than an hour ago.

An angry hand latched onto his brother's arm, making sure the elder was looking at him, "Drugs?! What the hell, Seto!?" He snapped, narrowed eyes staring harshly at the elder man.

Pained blue eyes met Mokuba's stormy grey for a moment, before Seto lowered his head. "A few months ago... The drinking wasn't enough. I got into some bad shit... Isono locked me in my room for a week and made me go cold turkey..."

Mokuba let go of Seto with a disgusted look on his face. "How the hell could you do that to yourself?" His tone was severe and cold.

One hand rose up to grip at his head inside of his hair, the other holding onto the table as he leaned against it. He shook his head slightly. "I don't know... I was desperate. I haven't touched it since and I won't again... it's a line I won't cross again..."

"You better make damn sure you don't. It's bad enough you're an alcoholic, but a drug addict as well? That's too much."

"I'm sorry..." The quiet words... he'd said them so often recently. And he meant them so much. "I won't let myself do that again... and if I do, Isono won't let me. He's looked out for me, at least, when I wouldn't do it myself..."

With a heavy sigh, Mokuba fell back onto the couch, shaking his head. "I'm going to take care of you now," he said simply, "And if I see you so much as look at a bottle of alcohol there will be consequences..."

"I'll have Isono get rid of them all..." Seto replied. "And get me some more cigarettes.... I'm almost out, and I'll need them..."

"Cigarettes are fine for now, but they still aren't healthy. We'll break you of that habit as well."

Seto nodded. He really never should have begun. He sighed a little and let go of his head, reaching out for Mokuba's hand again to lead him toward the stairs.

Mokuba took his hand back, but followed his brother silently. This was all way to much for his mind to take in in one day.

Seto's hands found his pockets instead. His posture was slumped as he led him back up the stairs, into his bedroom and to the bathroom.

Silence remained as he removed his pants once again. The shower was mildly antagonstic in the way it brought up all the memories of the last time he had been here. The feeling of guilt he'd first felt washed back over him again as the water poured from the shower head.

Seto looked at Mokuba. "You're regretting it again," he said quietly, barely audible over the falling water.

"It doesn't matter." he answered, shaking his head.

With a sigh, Seto leaned back under the water, against the wall."I never should have pressured you again..."

"You didn't." Mokuba pressed one hand against the smooth porcelain tile, leaning against it.

Seto's head fell back against the tile. This was all so wrong... It had felt perfect, but it was wrong...

"I'm never going to not regret it." He finally said, staring down at the bottom of the shower.

"I know.. Whatever you do, you're going to regret something."

"I'd rather regret being with you, than regret not being with you though..." Mokuba turned to face Seto, long black hair damply clinging to his face and hiding his stormy gray eyes from Seto's view.

"Would you really?" Seto asked, watching him. "I've been regretting telling you that since the day I did..." He didn't think it needed explained what 'that' was. "I think it might have been easier to regret never having told you and seen you without all this turmoil..."

"It wasn't obvious that I already had problems? Whether or not you told me about yourself, that wouldn't have changed the fact of what I am..."

"No... You seemed happy. I took that from you..."

"Seeming and being are two different things. I came to the realization that I'd never be happy again once I walked down the aisle."

Seto shuddered again. It felt too much like when he had realized he would always be alone again after waking without Mokuba...

"But I'm not going anywhere..." he said softly, placing an arm around his brother's shoulder. "I won't leave you again; I promise."

"I know," Seto said. "It's not that. you said you'll be here and I believe you. I just want you to be happy, and I don't know how to do that..."

"That doesn't matter...Even if it isn't complete I'm happy enough just to be here with you."

"This whole thing sucks," Seto stated succinctly.

"I know..." Mokuba leaned back against the tile beside his brother, "Maybe in our next life we'll get things right." He muttered with a sad smile.

Seto snorted. "You sound like the geek squad..."

His smile grew into something of a genuine smile, and he turned his head to look at Seto, not saying a word as he silently admired his brother.

Seto took the soap and began to clean himself, lost in thought.

Mokuba followed suit, quickly washing himself and rinsing off. "What do you want to do the rest of the day?"

Seto shut off the shower. "I'm not sure," he said carefully, though two things came to mind; one involved a lot of alcohol,the other a lot of Mokuba.

"It doesn't really matter what we do..." he said, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel for himself off of the towel rack, "I think I might want to take a nap though." There was an unmistakable hint of melancholy to every one of Mokuba's words as he spoke.

"All right..." Seto said helplessly. "That sounds like a good idea... I'll have Isono do... that..."

"Are you going to be alright?" he asked, a concerned look in his eyes.

Seto took a deep breath. "Yes... I think I will," he said. He was fucked up... and he knew it... but now, with Mokuba back in his life, maybe he could be fixed.

Mokuba leaned his head down slightly to place a chaste kiss upon his brother's lips. "If you need me, just wake me up." He said before departing the bathroom to go back into his brother's bedroom.

Seto nodded to himself and threw all of their clothes together into a hamper, grabbing another pair of pants for himself before he sought out Isono to fulfill Mokuba's wishes and get rid of his secondary addiction.

Mokuba fell back onto Seto's bed, not bothering to dress again before pulling the blankets over himself to sleep. This day was far too stressful, and he hoped that things wouldn't remain this stressful.

Isono nodded, and Seto sat himself down in that same small sitting room to let Mokuba sleep peacefully, chainsmoking and watching the alcohol on the sideboard as though it were going to run away from him.