Ni Hogo Suru

Author's note: Warning, may contain slight shonen-ai if you choose to take it that way, so no flames about not warning you! I love Mokuba with all my heart, and the person that means most to him is Seto, so this is my thoughts, my opinion, of how he sees his niisan (older brother).

Disclaimer: Don't own it!

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My niisan, Seto Kaiba, is the strongest person in the world. Always calm and composed, silently strong. He's a genius. He seems cold and callous to everyone else, but I, his ototo, Mokuba Kaiba, know the true Seto. It's not his fault that he's the way he is. That's our adoptive father's fault. houghought he was helping niisan become strong. His eyes are solid and scare even me sometimes, two deep blue emotionless pools. Like a deep pit that has no bottom, but hidden in the shadows of those eyes, is the true Seto. The Seto that loves me, his ototo, and promised to never leave me. He held my hand that day, when we came to the orphanage, and he has never let go.

I wish I could be more like him. I'm so weak"¦ he always has to save me. What else can I do?

Well"¦ I did wear a dress for him. I still don't think the others noticed my deep deep blush when they pointed out that the Princess of the VR game had been modeled after me? Was THIS how my niisan pictured me? As a Princess, always needing to be saved? Pretty ironic that it was me who showed up in a dress to help him escape. I guess being a Princess isn't too bad! Specially if it's my niisan who's the knight"¦

There I go again, thinking of him like that. When we were children, we used to sleep in the same bed because I was afraid of being alone. Our adoptive father put an end to that as soon as we came to live with him. But some nights, I still sneak into hoom,oom, and climb into his bed. I always wake up in my own bed, and I know niisan put me there so I wouldn't get into trouble. He takes care of me from the shadows. He can't really show me how much he cares, with words, so he always finds someway to show me.

I know he says he hates Yugi, but I don't think that's entirely true. Yugi was the one that freed me and niisan's souls, bringing us back together. And then, when niisan's company betrayed him, Yugi helped us yet again. We've never repaid Yugi for anything, never done anything for him. I really want to sometimes, but niisan wouldn't like that. I hope someday, Yugi and niisan will be friends.

He's at his computer again tonight, I know because I checked. Typing away at a thousand, no, two-thousand words per minute. I wonder what he's making tonight. Another VR game? A new Dueling contraption? Maybe I'll ask him tomorrow"¦ but tonight I'm tired.

No, wait"¦ the typing's stopped. He's going to bed. I can hear his heavy footsteps, coming towards his room, next to his study. Good"¦ I yawn as he opens the door, pulling the sheets tight around myself, pretending to be asleep. He doesn't say a word as he finds me in his bed, just enters the room and closes the door quietly---as not to wake me. I can't help but blush as I hear him slip off his clothes. Long trench, silk shirt, pants. He slips on a fresh pair of boxers and slides into bed beside me gently, as not to disturb me. Placing an arm around me, he sighs. A very content sound, and I can't help but smile. I feel so safe when I'm near him. Like he IS the Blue Eyes White Dragon he so loves. And nothing can touch me.

The next morning, I woke up in my own bed.