My brother is my follower.

"Nii-sama," He looks over, eyes softening a little, weighing the world against a boulder instead of a feather. There was heaviness in the way he moved, neck stiff, hands cold, but a smile made it's way across his taut features.
"Nii-sama..." the boy said again, small hands hooked behind his back, eyes darting side to side. There was a nervous aura around him, the long spikey hair almost shivering with his excitement... or fear. Large navy eyes were partially unreadable, letting nothing beyond happiness be seen.
"Hai, Mokuba?" Seto Kaiba turned away from his work to give his brother an even look. He thought he could understand his brother fairly well, as the rest of the human race eluded his carefully constructed mind. Mokuba looked out the window before he spoke, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"...I don't want...to go to school tomorrow..." The words were halting, and just above a whisper. Worry wormed it's way onto Seto's face, but it was quickly eclipsed by anger. In turn, anger was smoothed over by a cool calculating look.
"Why?" The single word was ground out with such ferocity that Mokuba shivered.
"...some...some kids...you know..." He unhooked one of his hands to make a failing gesture. Seto's eyes narrowed further.
"Aa. Do your teacher's know?" Now that the problem was understood, Seto relaxed a little, the customary smirk fitting into place. Mokuba smiled back, a little.
"No...they make fun of my hair...I don't want to go..."
"Do you know these boys' names?" Seto leaned forward, weaving his fingers together. In fact, the brunette was a spitting image of Gozaburo in his pensive-cocky mode. Mokuba's smile widened.
"Hai."

My brother is my follower...and no one else knows.

I know that my mother would have liked me better. It's good that she died.

"Ne...nii-sama...what was mommy like?" Seto winced as the large navy eyes were turned his way. He didn't like to talk about his parents, it made him feel uncomfortable. In his mind, pain was better forgotten or willed away than talked about. Mokuba looked innocently around for the ragged old plastic chess set they had managed to find long ago. After Gozaburo had thrown all their toys out, Seto had thought it gone forever, but a handful of years later they found it at an old run down church. He had rebought it, for a quarter.
"Mokuba..."
"You always avoid talking about it!" Mokuba challenged. Seto visibly cringed, and looked away. The brunette knew it was a weakness of his, as did his brother. It was something Mokuba exploited ruthlessly. Without the barrier of a parent figure there was no clear standing ground between them, and no real conflict as Seto doted on Mokuba. Mokuba was the only thing precious to Seto. But Mokuba was different, he too saw life in patterns like chess... only he didn't play to win. He played for pieces. The more pieces he could own the better. His queen was his brother.
"...She was nice..."
"Did you like mommy better or dad?" Mokuba asked, propping his chin on his elbows. Seto didn't answer, but Mokuba already knew the answer. You liked dad better because mom was silly. And she would've liked me better; you're mad at her for dying...because she never came.
"I liked...them both equally well," Seto smiled and ruffled Mokuba's hair, "Such deep thought, Mokuba,"
"I never knew them....I just wanted to know..." The lower lip quivered and Seto felt immediately guilty. And then angry, almost all of his emotions turned to anger. It was the quality Mokuba loved about Seto. He loved it when his brother was angry.

My brother gets angry a lot. He's the most beautiful when he is.

"He's the traitor! You've been talking with Gozaburo haven't you?" Seto sneered, his lips pulling back to show his teeth. Mokuba squirmed in his brother's tight grip; the cards that had scattered on the floor were getting stepped on. Mokuba was afraid of Gozaburo, he wouldn't betray nii-sama for Gozaburo!
"Get out of my sight," Seto hissed, dropping him...and turning his back. Mokuba stared after, gathering the cards in his hands. He was hurting, and not just his hands that were marked with carpet burns. Like burns from lighting he'd seen on a tree once. White lighting that flashed down from the sky just before thunder and split the old oak. And so Mokuba decided his brother was a Blue Eyes, and he would be the duelist to control such a card.

ore no blue eyes.
My blue eyes.

It's not just the strength of the card, but how you use it. Power without skill is useless.

"Wai! Jounouchi you're so cool!" Mokuba laughed as the blond proceeded to beat the seventh level of Dracula: The Ninth Circle. Seto watched from his office, often catching a glimpse of the duo from through the parted mahongeny doors.
"It's a piece of cake..." Jounouchi replied, buffinf his fingernails on his white shirt. Mokuba grinned.
"Nii-sama doesn't have much time to play games with me anymore. I'm glad your around... you're like another nii-sama!" They both laughed at this, and Jounouchi replied indignantly.
"I resent being compared to him!"
"As do I," Seto commented dryly, making his way over to them. Mokuba's smile faded a little and it was like twisting the knife already buried in Seto's heart. He'd made his brother less happy-- guilt to anger.
"Loosen up; you've got such a big stick up your ass,"
"...Make-inu..." As usual, the comment made Jounouchi started yelping his protests, which only made Seto smile broadly, "stop barking...it's noisy." He added to the insult. Now it was Mokuba who watched, his smile could have been misinterpeted for happiness at his brother 'loosening up'. But he was far too satisfied for that. Sooner or later the verbal banter would escalate into a physical fight. Mokuba didn't really like Jounouchi, anyway. The blond was too much like the rest of humanity...nothing more than dirty. Everyone was dirty, even his nii-sama, but at least his nii-sama was useful.
"God damn it Kaiba!! I'm not a god damn DOG!"
"No swearing. Get out." Seto glared, fists clenching at his sides.
"I won't; you let me in, and I'm staying," Brown eyes clashed with blue.
"Out."
"I refuse." seto hit Jounouchi as soon as he was finished speaking, there was an audible click as the blond's mouth snapped shut.
"Shit..." A thin trail of blood dribbled down his cheek.

The sight of blood is exciting...

"Out." Seto repeated, this time, Jounouchi went, waving to Mokuba as he ran through the gates of the mansion. Halfway out he turned and raised his middle finger, smiling.
"Baka..." Seto murmured and turned back to his work.
"...play a game...nii-sama?"

I choose my card, the Blue Eyes White Dragon.
Choose yours.