This is what you get when I ask my friends for plot ideas. I own nothing.

Mokuba Kaiba hesitated a second before turning the knob to his brother's office. He stepped onto the plush, dark blue carpet, shutting the door behind him before looking up at the person he had come to see. Seto was typing away on his computer and had given no acknowledgment that he had noticed his brother, but Mokuba knew better. Keeping a hold of the piece of paper in his hand, he made his way over to the desk, glancing at the computer screen only to be greeted by complicated-looking numbers and symbols. The code for the new game Seto was working on no doubt.

"What is it, Mokuba?" Seto asked, looking over at his brother. He still wasn't used to the fact that his little brother, now 16, had finally hit his growth spurt, making him only a head shorter than Seto, so he no longer had to look down at him while sitting in his chair.

"I… um… need you to help me with my homework. I'm supposed to interview the most prominent male figure in my life," Mokuba explained, waving the paper vaguely. Seto, on the other hand, was more concerned about the fact that Mokuba was turning beet red and had lost all ability to look his older brother in the eye.

"What class is it for?" Seto asked, wanting to figure out the strange behavior before the homework.

"Health," Mokuba said, offering the paper to Seto. He took it and everything fell into place immediately. He couldn't help the small groan that came from his throat as he read the questions.

"They're really asking you to answer these and turn it in?" he asked, not really wanting his brother's teachers to know about these kinds of things.

"Well… no," Mokuba said. Seto relaxed quite a bit and let the ebony-haired teen continue in a rushed voice, "but they said it would be beneficial to know these kinds of things since there's apparently a genetic component to some of these things and what age they'll hit, and --"

"Mokuba." Seto said, cutting his brother off. He glanced at the sheet one more time before continuing, "Of course I'll help," he took a deep breath before handing the paper back to Mokuba along with a pencil, "Ask me anything."

"Okay…" Mokuba said, perusing the list of questions to find a suitable one, "When was your first wet dream?"

Seto cringed. What had he gotten himself into…?

Poor Seto. Review please!