He wasn't watching her. Nope.

He wasn't thinking of her. No way.

He wasn't having this mental conversation. Nah uh.

It wasn't like he liked her anyway. They had nothing in common. Nothing.

Zip.

Nada.

She wasn't even that pretty anyway. He didn't find her in the least bit attractive. There was nothing appealing about her 'long, auburn hair', her 'expressive eyes' or the 'way' she moved.

Nope.

He didn't like any of it. He certainly didn't notice any details like that, that would be silly to think. Why would he be thinking that? Or anyone think he was thinking that? I don't like her, I don't like her, I don't like her, I don't like her. A silent unnoticed voice sang inside his head.

It was getting hot, he noticed, but then again the summer sun usually was. He didn't even know why they were there, what she was doing there (and for that matter where she had come from because she certainly hadn't been there at the start of the day.) It was probably to cheer her brother on. The love of their respective brothers was most likely the only thing they had in common he noted nonchalantly. What's more there were plenty of reasons why he didn't like her, he tried to reason to himself while wondering why he had too. Tangents can be funny things. He was supposed to be overseeing the first opening ceremony since the Grand Championship, but he wasn't paying that much attention to the festivities.

Yes you do, yes you do, yes you do, yes you do. Sang another back.

But he didn't talk to her, what possible reason could he have for liking her? No interaction, no feelings. Surely. That is how it works. Besides, he had other things to do. He had no time for things like that. Like his brother.

Not like his brother.

Why should he oppose such feelings again?

It won't work, it won't work, it won't woo-rrk. The original voice retorted, still unnoticed. It was all unnoticed. Because there were no feelings. Not having this conversation, right?

Right!

Wrong.

"Mokuba?"

"…Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."