Home at Last

[cute_kaiba]

The door of the black van opened and one of the large, silent men gestured with a nod for Mokuba to get out. The boy did not need to be told twice

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[kc_ceo]

He put down his phone and stared at nothing, sitting still for a few seconds. Right. He had to make sure he didn't let any of his worry show, had to make sure he wasn't out of control or different, in any way, from the strong, stable big brother that Mokuba needed him to be.

He got to his feet and ran, flat out, to the entrance door, then stood still again, getting his breathing under control. He frowned, concentrating. He had to be himself, Mokuba needed him to be.

When he opened the entrance door and spotted his little brother, the facade almost cracked. Mokuba looked a breath away from death. But when Seto walked up to him, knelt down, and embraced him, his face was expressionless. His voice when he said "Welcome back, Mokuba," was its usual calm.

[cute_kaiba]

Mokuba gasped quietly as he was embraced, pain flaring on his chest and pushed away just a little, only to adjust his position to take pressure from the three wounds on his chest. He settled quickly back into Seto's arms and buried his face in his brother's neck, taking in his scent and hearing himself sigh softly with relief.

[kc_ceo]

Mokuba was evidently hurt. Yet just as evidently not unconscious; doctors could wait, for the moment. He touched Mokuba's hair gently, stroking it. "It's good to see you again," he said, quietly.

[cute_kaiba]

"I missed you so much, nii-sama." Mokuba whispered. It was a great relief to see his brother alright, though Mokuba was still quite sure that Seto had probably been near going mad with worry in the time he had been gone. Almost unconsciously, the boy lifted his face to nuzzle Seto's face.