Hello everyone. Thank you for clicking on my story. I'm not going to give you a long bio about myself; you can check my profile for that. So I'll just say that I wrote this story because there are only five stories that involve romance with Mokuba x Rebecca and I'm a new fan of the pairing. I usually write Anzu x Kaiba and Mai x Jonouchi, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh! Maybe one day when I become as rich as Kaiba, and do some kind of hostile takeover, but until then…
Tutor NeededRebecca strolled through the park on an early Sunday afternoon. The weather was perfect and the fall leaves were beginning to change colors. She wasn't at the park by choice; her grandfather suggested that she spend some time away from her textbooks and her computer. At first she refused, but seeing the scenery up close instead of in books or the Internet made her feel happy that she came.
She took a seat on a nearby bench and relaxed for a bit. Midterms were coming up in a few weeks, but she wasn't too worried about that. College was expensive for a teenage girl, and financial aid did only so much. She knew couldn't rely on her grandfather forever, however, he wouldn't tell her that. He told her they would manage somehow, but Rebecca knew she needed a job to help pay for school, her textbooks at least. But what kind of job could a fifteen-year-old college student get? There weren't very many jobs that she was old enough for, even if she already had a two-year college degree.
Rebecca noticed a newspaper lying on the end of the bench. Maybe this was what Yugi would call: fate. She became curious and picked up the paper; even if it didn't have the classifieds she could at least read something. She flipped through the paper until she found the classifieds and began scanning through the page. "Hmmm… there's a lot of waitresses in need, I never knew there was a shortage." She continued down the page and one headline caught her eye: Babysitter Wanted "This could work… let's see… ten dollars an hour Monday through Friday from one to eight. Must be able to handle… SIX KIDS! Three babies and thee toddlers!" She shook her head. "No way."
Rebecca sighed, maybe she should just take out a loan and pay it off for thirty years, but that was something her grandfather didn't want her to do. She continued down the list of jobs, nothing was interesting, or rather, wouldn't pay enough. Another headline caught her eye: Tutor Needed "Now this I can do…"
Monday through Friday from five to six thirty, must be able to understand high school geometry. Pay is negotiable. If interested, please call (909) 345-5472, ask for Megumi.
She immediately took out her cell phone and dialed the number. Why not? The pay was negotiable, she could start high and—her thoughts were cut off when someone answered the phone. "Hello I am calling for Megumi."
"This is Megumi," the woman stated.
"Oh. I am answering your ad in the paper, is the position still available?"
"Yes, the position is still available. I will have to interview you. When are you available?"
"Well I am free right now, if you are," Rebecca replied.
"Now will be perfect. Would you like to meet at the Creamy Café?"
"Sure, that will be great."
"Wonderful, and what is your name?"
"Rebecca."
"Alright Rebecca, I will see you in about ten minutes. Good bye."
"Bye." She hung up the phone and stood up happily. If this job came through she could help her grandfather pay for school and possibly have a little pocket money. She walked out of the park and headed for the café.
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Rebecca walked into the café and asked the man behind the counter if someone named Megumi was there. He directed her to a table in the corner. There was a chestnut-haired woman in a red business suit sipping coffee. Rebecca noticed she had a briefcase that sat on the floor by her red pumps. Rebecca took a quick breath and walked over to the table. "Megumi?"
She looked up at her. "Yes?"
"I'm Rebecca, the one that talked to you on the phone."
"Oh! Well please sit down," she gestured to the chair across to her.
"Were you waiting long?" she asked politely, and then sat down.
"No, I just arrived here. Would you like some coffee?"
"No thank you."
"Alright. Well Rebecca let me tell you about the job in a little more detail. You will be tutoring a fifteen year old boy that is having trouble in Geometry. His brother feels a tutor is needed or he will fail his class, and failure is not a option." Megumi cleared her throat. "The hours will be five to six thirty, Monday through Friday. Are you available at those times? If not, I can work around your schedule."
"Yes, my classes are in the morning," she replied.
Megumi nodded. "Ok. Now then, tell me why do you feel qualified for this job?"
"Well, I am currently in my third year of college, and taking Advanced Calculus—"
"Excuse me? You are in college? How old are you, if you don't mind me asking."
"Not at all," Rebecca smiled. "I'm fifteen."
"Fifteen?" Rebecca nodded. "You… you are Rebecca Hopkins?"
"Yes."
Megumi laughed. "Oh my! When you said Rebecca, I never imagined the child prodigy."
She blushed a little. "Yes… well I wouldn't exactly say prodigy…"
"And modest too," Megumi smiled. "Well Rebecca, if you want the job, the job is yours. I have no doubt that my boss will think twice about your abilities to teach." She reached into her briefcase and placed a business card on the table. "He is willing to pay this much."
Rebecca's eyes widened when she saw how much the offer was. "Five hundred? Is this per month."
"No sweetie, per week."
"Per week!" Rebecca tried to contain herself. "Wow, per week…" she whispered.
"So what do you say? Will you take the job?"
"Yes. I will take the job," she nodded.
"Wonderful." Megumi glanced at her watch. "I must get back to work. It was very nice meeting you Rebecca. I will expect you at the house tomorrow by five o'clock." She stood up and shook her hand firmly. "The address, as well as my phone number is on the back of the card, please call me if you need transportation, or have any more questions."
"Thank you. I will."
Megumi waved good-bye and left the café. Rebecca stared at the business card; she could tell by the address that it was in the rich part of Domino. "No wonder she's willing to pay five hundred a week." She walked out of the café and headed home to tell her grandfather the great news. She wondered what the boy she would be tutoring would be like. They both were the same age, so they probably had something in common, and she could make learning geometry easy for him. A smile curved around her lips. Who knew a walk through the park would lead to a five hundred dollar a week job? The first thing she was going to do when she got home was hug her grandfather and thank him for talking her into taking a walk in the park.
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"A tutor? I don't need a tutor," Mokuba grumbled.
"Your grades say otherwise." Seto Kaiba sat in his office typing on his computer while his brother sat across from him pouting like a child. "When your grades come up, I'll consider letting you study by yourself again." A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. "Enter."
"Mr. Kaiba?" Megumi walked in with a smile on her face. "I have hired a tutor for Mokuba."
Kaiba stopped typing. "Without consulting me first?"
"You have to learn to trust my judgment Mr. Kaiba, I have been your secretary since you were in high school."
"Is the person qualified?" he inquired, partly ignoring her last statement.
"Yes, overly qualified," she nodded. "She is in college taking Advanced Calculus. I believe she can handle high school Geometry."
"How old is she?" Mokuba asked.
"That doesn't matter," Kaiba snapped. "Fine Megumi. Did she take the offer?"
"Yes, happily."
"Good." Kaiba glanced at his brother who was leaving the office. "Where are you going?"
"To practice my guitar. I just got an inspiration for a new song," he called as he left the office.
Megumi sighed at the now rebellious Mokuba. She remembered him being so cute and innocent a few years ago, but recently his grades had been slipping, and he stopped listening to his brother as much as he used to. She had a theory about why he now acted this way, but it wasn't her place to speak of those matters with her boss. "Rebecca Hopkins," she said after a brief moment of silence. "She answered the ad."
"Hopkins? She will do," Kaiba said to himself.
"I'm going to get back to work Mr. Kaiba. Do you need anything?"
"No." He waited until she reached the door before he spoke to her again. "Megumi. Take the rest of the day off."
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Mokuba sat in his room playing with the strings of his guitar. He had picked up playing the electric guitar after getting sick of the countless piano lessons with that old hag Ms. Kettlewitch. "Show me Middle C… play this… play that…" he groaned remembering the hour and half boring lessons. He liked music, but music that didn't involve the piano and Ms. Kettlewitch's bony fingers hitting the keys. Now he preferred his guitar and making his own music. He and his friends decided to start a band called Black Raven, on the count of they all have black raven colored hair. They had gotten so many late night gigs that they believed this would be their year. If they got discovered, they could go on tour, travel the world, and get away from the boring confides of Domino City.
Mokuba was the lead singer, lead guitarist, and founder of the band. He wasn't the leader by choice, his friends Terri—who played bass guitar—and AJ—who played the drums—felt that he would make the best leader. Mokuba didn't mind, he liked being in charge for once, since his brother was slowly trying to ruin his life. "A tutor…" he grumbled as he played the cords. "How dare he get me a tutor, I've got better things to do to than study geometry. Fuck geometry." He set his guitar on the stand in the corner. He fell on his bed and closed his eyes with a smile. Having a college girl as a tutor could have its perks.
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Mokuba stood in the weight room wiping his forehead with a towel. "…So now my brother hired a tutor, can you believe that?" he asked AJ who was working out with him.
"Harsh."
"Yeah I know, I've got better things to do." He walked over to the bench-press machine and laid down. "Come spot me."
AJ walked over and took a hold of the bar as Mokuba lifted up and down. "When does it start?"
"Today at five," Mokuba huffed.
AJ glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. "You do realize that's five minutes from now?"
He set the weights on the rests. "Whatever she can wait."
"She?" AJ raised an eyebrow. "How old is she?"
"My brother didn't tell me. All I know is that she's in college taking Advance Calculus."
"Oh. You know what that means… she's probably some teacher's pet, bookworm. You've got it bad Mokuba. Just hope she's got a hot friend."
"Shut up." Mokuba growled.
He snickered, "I forgot about your girlfriend Kris."
"She's not my girlfriend, we're dating."
"Same difference. Anyway, I'm gonna head out. My mom wants me home to wash the dishes by six."
Mokuba stood up and wiped his forehead with his towel. "Alright. Tell Terri to come by seven so we can practice."
"Later." He waved and left the weight room.
Mokuba headed for his room so he could take a quick shower. He was going to give his tutor a little test of his own; he wanted to see how she could take his tardiness. He hated that his brother was making him go through with this, he rather fail then ever admit that he needed help.
From anyone.
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Rebecca walked up to the door of the mansion where the tutoring was supposed to take place. She knew whoever it was they were rich, she could tell by the neighborhood. This cul-de-sac was known for having mansions and being part of the wealthy class. She rang the doorbell and waited patiently for someone to answer the door. She tightened her pigtails, and then made sure her denim skirt and white collared blouse were presentable. She wanted to make sure she looked professional.
When the door opened a red haired maid greeted her. "Yes?"
"Hello, I'm Rebecca Hopkins, the tutor."
"Yes, of course. Please come in." Rebecca followed the maid into a room on the second floor. The room was full of books, as much as there would be in a library, maybe more. "This is the library Ms. Rebecca, where you will be tutoring. Does it suit you?"
"Yes, this will do fine," she nodded.
"I will retrieve Ms. Megumi for you." The maid curtsied then left the room.
Rebecca sat down at the round table in the center of the room. She set the paper and pencils she brought with her on the table. She thought whoever she would be tutoring would be already waiting for her. She made sure she was here promptly at five o'clock, but it seemed the boy wasn't ready yet. "I wonder who lives here…" She shrugged and opened up the book she was reading on the bus ride over here. She was patient, so she could wait.
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Megumi nervously tapped her foot on the hardwood floor outside Mokuba's room. "Come on Mokuba. Your tutor is here and you're making her wait an extra thirty minutes until you get ready!"
"Yeah… yeah… I'm coming," he called from the other side of the door. "I don't get why you are here anyway," he commented as he opened the door and rang out the remainder of his long wet hair. "Aren't you supposed to be following my brother around?"
"I'm here Mokuba, because your brother wanted me to make sure you didn't ditch your tutoring appointment. You know how punctual your brother is."
Mokuba rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Where is she?"
Megumi began to walk down the stairs. "On the second floor in the library."
Mokuba reluctantly followed her downstairs. 'I might as well get this over with,' he thought to himself. 'The faster I get this over with, the faster I can practice my guitar.' Music was everything to him and this was usually the time of day where he wrote his best work, but now it was different. "What time is this over?"
"It's supposed to be from five to six thirty, however, today you will have to make up for time you wasted. So maybe sometime after seven."
"WHAT?" Mokuba caught up to her and walked alongside her. "That's when my band is coming over to practice."
"You should've thought of that before you decided to purposely be late," she said in such a motherly tone that it made him look away from her. "Please Mokuba, just do this. You know your brother worries about you."
"Stop acting like you care," he said more to himself than to her.
Megumi opened the door to the library. "Rebecca, here is your student."
"Rebecca?" he asked himself softly. No, it couldn't be her. The name was just a coincidence.
Rebecca stood up from the table and turned around with a smile on her face. "Hello I'm Rebe— Mokuba?" she asked shocked.
"So it is you," he asked with the same surprised voice Rebecca had.
"I take it both of you know each other," Megumi smiled. "Well that's great. I have to get back to work now, so you two study hard. And make sure you do everything she says Mokuba," she called as she left out the room.
Rebecca stared at the raven-haired boy in front of her. She would have never guessed Mokuba Kaiba to need help in school. He looked a lot different from when she last saw him face to face three years ago at the Kaiba Corporation Grand Prix. He had grown taller than her, instead of being about the same height like they used to be. He also had a piercing in his ear along with what looked like a tattoo on his bicep, which was partly hidden under the sleeve of his black shirt that matched his black jeans. It was then she noticed how cut all his muscles were; he had definitely changed from the scrawny innocent boy she knew three years ago. To her, he looked very handsome for his age.
"You got a problem?" Mokuba asked breaking her train of thought.
"No," she shook her head. "Nice to see you again too," she said in an obvious sarcastic voice.
"Whatever." He walked past her and sat down at the table. "Let's just get this over with ok? I've got band practice at seven."
"Fine." She sat in the chair next to him. "Next time, don't be late." She adjusted her glasses. "Where's your Geometry book?"
Mokuba stood up and walked to the door. "Hey Beth!"
"My name is Rose Master Kaiba," the maid mopping the floor corrected him.
"Beth, Rose, whatever. Go get my Geometry book!" he ordered.
"Yes, Master Kaiba."
"Get it yourself Mokuba," Rebecca said suddenly standing next to him.
"What?"
"She was doing something."
"I don't have to listen to you," he sneered.
"Megumi said you have to do what I say," she glared.
Mokuba huffed and walked out the room. When he returned he threw his book and calculator on the table and slumped down into his chair. "Happy now?"
Rebecca joined the impolite boy at the table. There was only so much of his rudeness she could take, and he was really pushing it. "I didn't tell you to bring a calculator."
"We are allowed to use calculators in Geometry," he countered.
"That's true." She snatched the calculator away from him and placed it under her purse. "But first you have to learn how to use the one you are born with," she stated firmly tapping her index finger on her temple.
"You've got to be kidding 'becca," he snickered.
"Don't call me 'becca. My name is Rebecca, and I'm not kidding. When you can better understand geometry then I'll consider giving back your calculator." She adjusted her glasses and opened his textbook. "What chapter are you on?"
"How should I know?" Mokuba grumbled.
"Mokuba," she said in an irritated tone.
"Three alright? I'm hardly ever awake in that class."
Rebecca gave him a sideways glance. Since when did Mokuba not pay attention in class? The Mokuba she knew was a bright kid, for his age anyway, but now he seemed like he didn't care about anything in his life. He didn't even give her a nice hello when they met a few moments ago. 'We weren't the best of friends,' she thought to herself. 'But I thought I'd at least get a nice greeting seeing how we hadn't seen each other for a few years. I thought what we shared after the Grand Prix was… somewhat special…' "Ok Mokuba, tell me what you don't understand."
"All of it."
"Ok…" She began to scan the page for the sample problems. This was easy for her, and she never expected for him to have trouble in school. "I didn't expect that you would be the guy I would be tutoring. Megumi told me that you were fifteen."
His sour face turned suddenly bright for a moment. "You still remember my birthday?" Rebecca nodded. "My brother didn't…" he grumbled. Mokuba's face returned to the angry expression he had before. "Megumi forgets my age sometimes… most of the time. She tries to act like she's my nanny or something; it's so irritating. Then my brother…" He nervously clicked his tongue ring against his front teeth realizing he was rambling on and on about his personal problems.
Rebecca tilted her head. "What about your brother?" she asked concerned.
"Nothing."
She sighed and slid the book over to him so he could see it better. "I didn't know you got your tongue pierced."
"Neither does my brother," he smirked, and then stuck his tongue out so she could get a better look. "He's too busy or not around enough to care anyway," he shrugged.
"Is that why you are doing bad in school? To get noticed by your brother?" she asked carefully.
"You're not here to question me. Just teach me so we can get on with this," he said coldly.
"Alright Mokuba." Rebecca didn't need to be a psychology major to know whatever was bothering him had to do with the fact his brother didn't spend enough time with him. Over the years, Kaiba Corporation has grown bigger, and since Kaiba isn't bothered with high school anymore, he spends all his time working on advancements for his company. Everyone knew that, but the last thing she expected was for innocent Mokuba to become rebellious and mess up in school.
She continued to help him with his homework, which consisted her of doing most of it for him. The only thing Mokuba was paying attention to was the clock hanging above the door. It was obvious he didn't want to be helped, but she wasn't going to give up so easily. She wouldn't feel right if she received payment at the end of the week and hadn't made any progress. This was the first day, and she assumed it would be a little tense.
Mokuba slouched in his chair resting his head on the back of the chair so that he could stare up at the artwork on the ceiling. He wouldn't normally be so captivated with Greek Gods and Goddess' but anything was more exciting than listening to Rebecca going on and on about finding 'x' and 'y' and all the other letters of the alphabet. He had caught her eyeing his body when she thought he wasn't looking at her. He smirked; she had changed some since he last saw her. Her blond hair had apparently grown longer and her face had a flawless complexion. Her curvy body was noticeable, even through the schoolgirl-like outfit she had on. Her legs were perfectly shaped as well as her nice plumb boobs; she had matured very nicely.
Only when Rebecca stopped talking did Mokuba notice that she was done.
"Our time is up Mokuba," she said as she closed the book and gathered up all the loose pieces of scratch paper. "I figured out the problems for you and did all the work, I hope you were paying attention."
"I was. Thanks 'becca… I mean… Rebecca." He stood up at the same time she did and then walked her downstairs to the door.
"Mokuba. I want you to know that I'm not going to do your homework for you."
"Huh-hun," he said only half listening. "Bye Rebecca." He opened the door for her and waved.
"Mokuba?" she asked as she stepped outside.
"What?"
"Do you remember what you told me after the Grand Prix?"
Mokuba scratched his head. "Wasn't that three years ago?" She nodded. He rested his arm on the doorframe. "What did I tell you?"
Rebecca swallowed hard. He didn't remember? "It was right before I had to leave for college." He shrugged. "Never mind," she shook her head. "It wasn't important." She began to walk off the steps that led to the house.
"Must have, if you bring it up now," he called to her.
She froze. Why did it matter? It's not like anything between them was possible now. "No really," she turned to him. "It's nothing. I'll see you tomorrow. Try to be on time ok?"
"Later," he said then shut the door. Mokuba rested his back against the door and stared up towards the ceiling. "I do remember Rebecca… I would've never forgotten that…"
Rebecca stared at the closed door for a moment before continuing her walk towards the bus stop at the end of the block.
"He did forget," she said to herself softly.
So what did you think? I will get into why Mokuba is acting so mean to everyone in later chapters. But until then, tell me what you think in a review, it will make want me to write more.