Wow… stream of consciousness about the Kaibas. I disclaim ownership of Yu-Gi-Oh. And I wasn't stoned when I wrote this, I promise! Just introspective. I'm not sure about time frames, ages, etc, although who's who should be pretty obvious. Thanks for reading.

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Hand on the arm rest, hand across my knee.

You fell asleep like that.

In the car tonight.

You were leaning against me, and I felt the extra weight when you finally drifted off.

Good for you, little brother.

I couldn't sleep if I wanted to.

And I do want to, really.

It would be nice to forget it all.

For a little while, anyway.

Nicer yet if I could rest in someone's arms.

Someone who actually cared.

You care, but I can't ask you to do that.

To look out for me.

That's my job.

I couldn't ask you to do a lot of things.

Things that I'm supposed to take care of.

You say you want to work with me and help me.

I want you to play like a boy your age is supposed to.

I wish somebody would tell me that.

But nobody's going to.

So sleep well, little brother.

I wouldn't ever wake you up.

Or fall asleep myself.

No, I look out for you.

Maybe one day someone will look out for me.

Because it would be nice to forget it all.

And nicer yet if I could rest in someone's arms.

Someone who actually cared.

You care, but I can't ask you to do that.

I like to tell you that everything's okay.

Because you believe me.

And you think it is.

I wish somebody would tell me that everything's okay.

But they won't.

And I wouldn't believe them if they did.

Because it's not.

I wonder if it ever will be.

Do you?

No, you think it's okay now.

And you are asleep.

The car's stopping, little brother.

But you don't have to wake up.

I can carry you as far as Father's office.

The neon lights will wake you up, though.

But that's fine.

You can go to the washroom and get a cold paper towel to wipe off your face.

Then you can sit on a couch in the lobby and rest some more.

I will be working.

No, you can't come with me.

No, I can't rest with you.

But I wish I could.

Because it would be nice to forget it all.

And nicer yet if I could rest in someone's arms.

Someone who actually cared.

You care, but I can't ask you to do that.