hey everyone! I hope you like this fic. I've had it for some time but I just haven't posted it up on cus I wasn't sure if anyone would like it...
Summary: Mokuba becomes friends with a girl from Domino High. Kaiba doesn't like her friends and he doesn't like her...does he? She doesn't seem to like him much either.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own it...but with these plans to steal the rights I will be able to!
Bakura:Burns plans:
Me: WTF!
Bakura: I can't help it...I'm a pyro!
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Chapter 1
"You got a detention? How?" Yugi asked Carol at lunch.
"Umm..."Carol blushed slightly glancing at Bakura who smirked.
"Notes," he muttered.
"What? Just passin notes? I've passed notes THOUSANDS of times and didn't get a detention!" Joey exclaimed.
"Dirty notes," Bakura whose smirk grew. The guys raised an eyebrow at Bakura and Carol.
"Like...dirty? Or just-" Triston began.
"Sexually dirty. Like 'I wanna fu-'" Carol smacked her hand over Bakura's mouth and blushed furiously.
"There's no need for details Bakura!" She smiled nervously, her hand still over his mouth. He licked her hand so she would remove it. "Gee thanks Kura. I needed saliva all over my hand before I ate."
"It's only mine. You've eaten before with my saliva on you before..." Bakura whispered to her. She shoved him playfully and wiped her hand off on her skirt.
"I don't get them," Yugi muttered as he ate his sandwhich.
"So you both have detentions?" Ryou asked trying to clarify the subjects.
"No, only me of course. Bakura squirmed his way out of it one way or another," Carol growled.
"Aww let me play you the worlds saddest song on the worlds smallest violin!" Bakura cooed.
"Fuck you."
-In detention-
"Now, Ms. Aaron you are an excellent student in my class. You get excellent grades, always have your homework, pass tests in flying colour! You are an extremely smart young girl. I don't want something like silly note passing to ruin your high school records for you. So I am not putting this detention down for the records. A teacher likes to see her student excel and nothing more. As long as I don't have any more repeats of this happening. Is that understood?" The teacher explained as Carol had finished up cleaning her room.
"Yes, of course. It won't happen again," she bowed to her teacher.
"Okay. I take your word for it. Now, be on your way." Carol walked out of the classroom and to her locker. She really wasn't a bad student discipline wise. Bakura was the one who got her into trouble. Or better, things like passing dirty notes or drawing dirty pictures happened when Bakura and Carol were together.
"Shit," Carol groaned. When she opened her locker books and papers spilled out onto the floor. "Dumbass Bakura. Why doesn't he get his own damn locker."
'Because its easier if we share! We have alll the same classes and all the same books! Why not just share books too!' Was Bakura's logic. Which did turn out to be a good plan. Carol looked up as she heard the squeak of sneakers on the floor. There was a small ravened haired boy wondering the halls, Carol knew him. He was Mokuba, Seto Kaiba's little brother and the only thing Kaiba really had. He walked down the hall in her direction, peeking into the classrooms as he went.
"Hey, Mokuba. You looking for someone?" Carol asked shoving her books back into the locker. Mokuba looked up, he was drenched, and had a sad look on his face.
"Sorta...Seto said something about maybe getting called away for business. And no one's picked me up yet." Carol thought for a moment.
Is it raining out? How long have you been waiting?" Mokuba's head lowered.
"Yea. It's pouring." Mokuba began to shake slightly, as if remembering the weather made him colder. Carol reached into her locker and pulled out her coat.
"Here," she held out the coat for him. Mokuba took it and thanked her. "Do you want me to take you home Mokuba?"
"No...I'm sure somone will come pick me up." Mokuba pulled the coat around him tighter. He had a hint of denial in his voice.
"No, Mokuba. Let me take you home. I would feel a lot better knowing you weren't waiting here. Did he say how long he would be gone?"
"Not really, but usually he's gone until late, late tonight." Carol stuffed some books into her bag and put it over her shoulder.
"Come on. I'll drive you home." Carol put her arm around the boys shoulder as they walked out of the school. By the time they reached her car, she was just as drenched as Mokuba.
"Sorry about the wetness," Mokuba said noticing Carol had leather seats in her car.
"No worries. I get new ones for free." Carol put the car in gear and drove away from the school.
"Really? How?" Mokuba inquired watching her expertly shift from gear to gear going through traffic.
"Well, I sponsor this rally company. Rally's sorta like racing only through more terrain like stuff. Not just a boring track. Then again street racing isn't so much like a track..." Carol mused.
"You street race?" Mokuba's eyes lit up when Carol nodded with a wicked smile. "Have you gotten caught?"
"No, not yet. Knock on wood," Carol laughed.
"Is it fun?" Carol got a huge grin on her face and she said yes.
"It's amazing if you know what your doing."
"Wowww. I wanna race when I get older!"
"Heheh. When you get that old come to me for some tips. How long until you drive anyway?"
"Only like 3 years!"
"I'll give you my car for your birthday. This things super ass-opps. Uh its really fast. Maybe even an earlier birthday present. I could take you down to the track an you could drive around. Even with a permit or license."
"Really? That'd be soo awsome!" Carol and Mokuba got caught in some traffic so they had more time to get to know each other.
"So what do you do when Kaiba's not around?" Carol wondered.
"Well, sometimes I hang out with my friends. But that's really rare, I'm not really popular. Most the time I just play video games or follow the butlers and stuff around."
'Wow..how exciting.' Carol thought.
"What? Not popular? Who wouldn't wanna hang out with a cool guy like you?" Carol asked him setting her chin on her hands as they sat on the steering wheel.
"I dunno. Most the kids are cool becuase they have an older brother or sister in the high school and their older brother or sister is popular. Which makes them popular. But Seto isn't popular in the high school. He's really even barely there."
"God that shit-I mean crap is still going on at school? I remember that kinda thing." The conversation about school really ended after that. Because Mokuba apparently wanted it to end and Carol had a scheme brewing.
They finally pulled into Kaiba's driveway and after all the proper passwords input in the gate drove up near the house.
"Hey Carol?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Do you...well if you wanted to I mean I was just kinda curious. If maybe you would wanna...hang out with me? Until Seto got home? Just cus your really cool and everything and it'd be cool if you could hang out and we could be friends and stuff?" Mokuba asked quickly. Carol didn't even have to give it a second thought.
"Of course Mokuba I'd love to!" Carol had never had any siblings, nor had she had much of a family. Her father and mother died when she was very young. Her grandparents adopted her, being the last bit of family she had. When they too died of old age, she inherited their fortune and after that she was on her own. She bought her apartment, paid for school, paid her own bills, and even now ran her own catering business.
She always wanted just a younger person she could hang out with like Mokuba. And to her, it seemed, Mokuba needed an older person to fill in a small spot he'd been missing. Mokuba was only used to having Kaiba as an older brother, which meant he would only know how to be an adult through him. It seemed that Kaiba wasn't a very active brother either. Carol couldn't imagine Kaiba and Mokuba playing video games laughing and pushing each other so the other would loose.
"Ready?" Carol asked as they both prepared to exit the car. Mokuba nodded and they launched out of the car and up to the house at record speed. When they walked in their shoes squeaked on the tile. Some maids looked at them oddly.
"A guest master Mokuba?" Mokuba didn't even answer the woman.
"Where's Seto?" The woman told him Master Kaiba has not been home all day and asked if something was wrong. "Yea no one picked me up from school today!"
"Master Mokuba," the woman gasped. "We didn't get any instructions from Master Kaiba to pick you up." Mokuba brushed it off. Mokuba lead Carol up the steps and down one of the various hallways in the mansion. Their shoes swished and swashed as they walked and their long hair dripped the cold water onto the floor.
"Here's the bathroom, we can grab some towels." Mokuba tossed her a towel and she dried off her hair.Carol luckily had a bag with a change of clothes in her car, so she brought these in along with her school books. Mokuba told her she could use the bedroom across the hall to change and that he would do the same in his room.
Carol felt a bit odd to be changing in a room instead of just the bathroom she was in. But none the less was happy to peel off her cold wet clothes and exchange them for dry ones. When she had changed she walked back into the hallway and sort of waited for Mokuba to return. When he did he led her to another room, which housed a big screen t.v. and what seemed to be all the game consoles and games ever made. Carol and Mokuba played about half.
"I'm so gonna find you Mokuba! You can't hide forevverrr!" Carol yelled in a playful tone. Mokuba told her she was 'it' and a new game began. She walked down the steps and into a big living room with ornate rugs and couches, a fire place and-
"A piano...HAH! There you are!" Carol at first awestruck by the grand piano in the room found Mokuba hiding underneath it. She scooped him up and began tickling him until he yelled uncle. Again Carol was drawn to the piano like a moth to a flame. She stood next to it and touched the keys lightly.
"Do you play Mokuba?"
"Kinda. I had a teacher but he quit, because Seto told him he was teaching me wrong." Mokuba sat down on the bench and plunked a few keys down. Carol sat down next to him and asked if she could play. "Yea sure." Mokuba slid off the bench and stood next to the piano. Carol began playing and she was an expert at it. Mokuba was amazed at how fast her fingers moved up and down the keys and how beautiful the song was.
"How did you learn to play so good?" Mokuba asked after she finished the song.
"My grandparents used to have a piano. They just owned music and I played it. I love it so much," Carol explained lightly playing another song.
"Wow. Do you think you could teach me?"
"Now?"
"Yea!"
"Okay, have a seat. Umm. Well I'm not very good at teaching. The only time I ever really taught was when Marik and Kura didn't know math...Ugh they are dumb as stumps so it was really hard. Heh. Well, what do you remember from what your teacher taught you?"
"Just some of the keys. Like middle C and E and D. Those are the only ones I remember," Carol nodded and began to teach him the other keys. They had only just begun when.
"Mokuba? Are you playing the piano again?" Kaiba asked from the foyer taking off his coat and hat. Mokuba lept off the bench and rushed toward him.
"Seto!" Mokuba cried giving him a hug. Then he began to tell Kaiba his entire story of the day. "So Carol said she would teach me how to play!"
"Carol? Aaron?" Kaiba peered around the corner of the foyer to see Carol sitting on the bench facing the two brothers. He glared at her slightly then told Mokuba to get to bed it was 12 o' clock.
"Ohh...alright. Carol you'll keep teaching me right?" Mokuba asked walking up to her.
"Yea I'd love to! If...your brother said it was cool," she looked up at Kaiba and Mokuba gave him puppy dog eyes.
"I'll consider it," Kaiba sighed as he strode across the room and sat down on the couch.
"Thank's big brother! Bye Carol! Thanks for hanging out with me! See you later!" Mokuba gave Carol a big hug then ran up the steps.
That's it so far..I'll update soon. Please review!
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