Chapter 10 - The Seventh and Final Labor: Plan a Secret Birthday Party (and Maybe Play Matchmaker)
October 2
—Kaiba Corporation Headquarters, Domino—
Before Mokuba even arrived at Kaiba Corporation headquarters early that morning—just in case Seto decided to put in an appearance—an email from Jounouchi arrived in his inbox, thanking him for arranging the Duel Disk trial invite. Indented below that, Jounouchi had replied "hell yes!" to Yuugi's offer to debut the new model of Duel Disk, and adding a few lines about his anticipated arrival around 3 p.m. Japan Standard Time the next day. At the very bottom of the message—clearly Jounouchi doesn't bother with deleting previous messages in a chain, Mokuba thought— sat Yuugi's original invitation email, the timestamp indicating he'd sent it to Jounouchi not long after Mokuba had left Yuugi's office yesterday morning.
"P.S.," Mokuba read aloud, "Here's Leon's mobile number so you can have the Ishtars call him before they come for their vacation. He said he already had an invite couriered over to them at the Society's address."
An idea started churning in his head even before he got on the private elevator, but Mokuba noted it was already waiting at ground level, and the doors slid open within seconds.
So if Seto is planning on coming in today, he hasn't arrived...yet.
He couldn't risk assuming that his big brother wouldn't arrive in the next hour. But if Seto hadn't arrived by 9:30, Mokuba figured, he was probably safe for the rest of the day. Seto either arrived early or he never left; there was no in-between.
As the elevator ascended the 75 stories up the Kaiba Corporation headquarters, Mokuba tapped out two separate emails, then looked up a certain taxi company's phone number, and placed a brief call.
By the time Mokuba arrived at the CEO's office, Isono was already there and waiting.
"You have a Solid Vision message, Mokuba-sama. It arrived late last night from an international caller. I thought you would want to know right away."
"Thanks, Isono. I'll check it right now."
"Is there anything else, sir?" Isono asked.
"Not yet," Mokuba smiled at Isono. "Just let me know if you hear Seto is on his way in."
Isono nodded in reply and then exited the office, heading to his own desk in the foyer just outside.
"Mina, play the newest message received on the Solid Vision line," Mokuba told the Solid Vision AI as he got settled at his desk.
"Please wait." A moment later, and then Malik appeared once again in the office.
"I realize you're seven hours ahead of us here and there's no way you'll get this as anything other than a recorded message, but I simply couldn't wait: thank you, Mokuba-kun." His Solid Vision counterpart bowed deeply, and when he rose again, his eyes were bright and his smile wide.
"Isis and Rishid returned from their dig yesterday afternoon. When they came over for our weekly dinner, they said a courier delivered the most extraordinary invitation to them." Malik held up what looked like a luxurious cream-colored envelope the size of a magazine. Mokuba could just barely make out the embossed gold rose in one corner, the modern Schroeder's take on their historical family crest.
The recorded Malik withdrew a stiff piece of cardstock from within the envelope and read aloud: "'You are cordially invited to spend two weeks at the Schroeder Castle in the Bavarian Alps of Germany, enjoying quaint villages, refreshing health retreats and spas, and year-round activities, ranging from canoeing on nearby Lake Eibsee to hiking, paragliding, skiing, snowboarding on Mount Zug– Zugspit—' I've undoubtedly mangled this name; I can't pronounce it at all, but it's the tallest mountain in Germany."
To Mokuba's surprise, Malik then lifted the cardstock to his nose and gave it a long sniff. "Mokuba-kun, the invitation smells like roses. My sister didn't open the invitation because it was addressed to "The Ishtar Family," and not the Society, but you should have seen her; she was so excited to find out what was inside. I— this goes above and beyond what I ever could have imagined. Thank you again, Mokuba-kun."
"We spent several hours trying to pinpoint a good time for us to take our vacation," Malik continued, "And we'd decided heading there after the exhibition is a good idea. None of us are required to maintain the exhibit this time around, so I'll be joining my sister and Rishid to help set it up, and hopefully film a few episodes for my channel so I don't have to worry about missing anything while on vacation. I look forward to thanking you in person. But first—"
Malik nodded once, and then added, "Onto business." He made a swiping gesture and Mina the AI intoned, "Attachment received. Proceed to open?" The recording froze, waiting for Mokuba's input.
"Yes, on my desktop, please," Mokuba replied. "Resume playback of recording."
Mokuba looked at the document—the revised contract, complete with Isis' signed authorization as Director of the Egyptian Archaeological Society. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and practically melted into his chair.
Finally, things are falling into place! With some luck, he'd have the paintings in hand weeks before Seto's birthday.
"Isis had no issues at all signing the revised contract," Malik continued. "She has every confidence that the exhibition will be a success simply by virtue of having you and your brother supporting it. I know Kaiba Corporation believes in the future of this world, rather than getting mired in the past. So…we are all—but me especially—eager to see how you will help evolve Duel Monsters in the future, and keep changing lives."
Malik furrowed his brows a bit and looked down as he bit his lip. "I– I know I told you earlier that an apology can never make up for how I treated you and your brother all those years ago. But if there's one thing the Pharaoh—that is, Atem—taught me, it's that...at some point, we have to move on. And I thank you for opening my eyes to that message once more. "
He smiled and bowed once more, and the recording ended.
Mokuba let the quiet return to the office for a full minute before he pulled a business card out from his wallet. He quickly scanned the number on the front and waited until someone answered.
"Hey, Otogi, it's Mokuba. I've got a contract to send you, are you free? Great…"
At precisely 11 o'clock that day, Mokuba received a message on his phone: a shiny Peugeot 308 Cabriolet Coupe, parked right next to Mai's old car in what he assumed was the Watanabe Dream lot. Honda followed it up with a brief text message: Where do you want me to drop off the new car?
Mokuba had come up with a genius idea late last night, but it seemed like there was no way for him to put it into action without someone else getting involved. He couldn't risk anyone at Kaiba Corporation finding out about his elaborate scheme to get Seto a 30th birthday present he'd never forget, so it was Honda or bust.
His fingers flew across his digital keyboard in reply: Can you drop it off in the Business Aviation Terminal near Terminal 2? There's a parking structure right in front. I can call and confirm the reservation for you.
Three dots appeared on the screen, then disappeared. Then they reappeared again… and vanished. Mokuba sat, bouncing one leg on and off the floor. What was Honda going to say?
What are you planning?
Why, do you want in on it? Mokuba smirked. If Honda really had changed the least out of all of everyone, he might be up for some harmless mischief. It did involve Mai, though…
Depends, are you going to pay for my train ticket home from the airport?
He had a point. Mokuba did a few mental calculations before responding to Honda: You won't need one. Besides, I got you front row seats to Millennium that not even the theatre fan club members can get. So I'm sure spending a couple of hours in the Premiere Gate lounge and hanging onto the keys for me will be no big deal.
Honda's reply came instantaneously: Are you shitting me? What's the catch?
No catch, Mokuba wrote, pleased that he'd been able to arrange the exclusive tickets—along with a backstage meet-and-greet—without too much hassle. You just have to wear a suit, he added to his message. It wasn't strictly necessary, but it would help with the plan Mokuba had in mind.
I'm a manager at Watanabe Dream, remember? I'm stuck wearing one of those monkey suits whether I want to or not.
Mokuba burst out laughing at the irony of Honda referring to business dress as a "monkey suit." He could remind Honda about the time when he was trapped in a robot monkey's body, but…
I could use Honda's help for what I've got planned. I can't let him walk away yet!
Mokuba added a string of affirmative emoji before tapping out, I'll meet you at the lounge at 2:45 sharp.
OK! And I won't ask why you're doing this instead of dropping off the keys with some special parking valet or whatever. But at least tell me why the hell did you have Otogi of all people call me to confirm the Sorasio reservation?
Mokuba cackled. He wished he could take credit for the idea, but instead, Otogi had requested the opportunity to talk to Honda again, if just to take him by surprise. Mokuba had no issue with it; after all, Otogi was helping Honda more than he was Mokuba; Mokuba was just benefiting—somewhere down the line—from all these favors and deals.
I'll tell you when we meet up. He added a winking emoji at the end for good measure.
Mokuba paused, wondering if Honda would understand what he was plotting. He didn't have to wait long for Honda to reply.
You're just as much of a mischief-maker as when you were a kid, you know that?
I'll take that as a compliment, Mokuba texted back. Are you in?
Another set of three dots, and then a minute later: Yeah, I'm in. See you at 2:45.
—Narita International Airport—
"You're positive that they're both arriving this afternoon, right?"
"I told you," Mokuba said, "Jounouchi included his itinerary at the bottom of his email to me earlier, and Mai-san specifically said she needed her car to be ready by the time she arrived here today at three."
Honda grumbled and pulled at his tie. "Fine, sure. And they're both definitely coming in here, at Terminal One?"
"Yup, Jounouchi's flying Swiss Air, and Mai's on AirFrance. They're actually both on the fourth floor, so this will only work if they haven't already run into each other upstairs," Mokuba chuckled nervously.
Oops. Probably should have considered that possibility earlier.
But really, what were the chances? One flight arrived in the North Wing, the other in the South Wing. Even if both Jounouchi and Mai walked at the same pace and didn't have a ton of baggage to wait for or a long customs line to deal with, there would still be hundreds of people between them.
"Well, I guess we'll find out. Meet you in the middle?" Honda raised his eyebrows and pulled the chauffeur's cap Mokuba had given him a bit lower on his head. Thankfully, he'd shaved the shadowy scruff he'd had peppering his cheeks and chin the last time Mokuba saw him, and so Honda looked virtually indistinguishable from any other private car service driver, which was the idea.
"Yup. Text me if you get there first; I'll send the car around."
Honda scoffed. "I won't tell Jounouchi you've got a ghost car. He'll freak out and refuse to set foot in it."
"It's a self-driving car, not a ghost car!" Mokuba retorted. And besides, it's not like anybody at the airport will know that. Seto's private limousine featured the latest Solid Vision tech, along with a state-of-the-art auto-pilot, which meant it looked like it had a driver, even if it didn't.
"Minor detail," Honda responded with a laugh. "See you on the other side, kid."
"Hey, who're you calling a kid, monkey? Hey!"
Honda only laughed his way down the hall to the arrival terminal for Jounouchi's flight, leaving Mokuba to scramble down the opposite hallway to try and find Mai.
Mokuba's semi-elaborate plan involved cancelling Jounouchi's cab reservation for getting back to Domino and emailing him with the message that Mokuba would arrange for a private car pickup—he was, after all, an esteemed guest of Kaiba Corporation for their exhibition. He was counting on Jounouchi to not see through Mokuba's bald-faced flattery and accept the free ride as offered. Honda would pretend to be a chauffeur and wait for Jounouchi in the arrival lobby, only revealing his identity when Jounouchi actually showed up.
"Not that I have a problem with Mai or anything after all this time, but I've got a bone to pick with Jounouchi for never calling, that ass," Honda had told Mokuba. "Not even Shizuka, his own little sister! What gives, right?"
Well, it's not like I've heard from Seto for the past week, but that's part of the plan… right?
Mokuba shook his head back and forth. He couldn't afford to imagine some worst-case scenario, where something had happened to Seto without Mokuba knowing. There was no way. After all, Seto hadn't taken the self-driving car, which was still a Kaiba Corporation prototype, and not one of Seto's primary vehicles, most days. When Mokuba had asked after the car, Isono had told him that the only vehicle missing from the company fleet's inventory was Seto's imported Mustang.
I could have asked where it was located, maybe plan for Seto's arrival, but… Mokuba didn't want to be a creepy stalker and invade his brother's privacy. Wherever he chose to escape for a week, that was his business. If he wanted to share that information with Mokuba, then great.
The important thing is that Seto went on vacation at all, not where he spent his time.
As far as how Mokuba had been spending his time over the past several hours, his email to Jounouchi arrived sometime late at night in Europe, when Jounouchi would almost assuredly be sleeping on the plane. But he would see the message as soon as he woke up and logged on to the in-flight Wi-Fi, when it was already too late to change anything about his pickup arrangements.
Mokuba had also emailed Mai and said he had her car ready for pickup and would hand off the keys to her personally, for "safety's sake." He'd meet her in the arrival lobby with a private car to bring her to where her new car was parked and send her on her way with best wishes...until they met again for his and Seto's inevitable fitting for their exhibition outfits. He could only hope she'd come through with the dress for Anzu before April. He had to have something to hand to Anzu so she'd give him the crucial last link in this tangled chain Mokuba had assembled over the past several days: the Millennium libretto for Pegasus.
He glanced upward and saw a familiar head of blonde hair.
It's go time, he messaged Honda. See you soon.
This time, he didn't bother waiting for a reply.
Honda didn't know if it was because Jounouchi was half-asleep as he stumbled out of the arrival gate or if it had just been that long since they last saw one another, but his friend took one look at Honda's hastily scribbled sign reading "Jounouchi" and headed right toward it without saying a word.
"Eh, I'm Jounouchi. Katsuya Jounouchi. Are you the pickup—"
"Yes, I'm the pickup, you scruffy nerf herder!" Honda exclaimed, pulling the cap off his head.
"Honda!? What the heck are you doin' here?" Jounouchi's eyes widened, and he looked Honda up and down, clearly bemused by the fact that Honda wore a slim-fitting black suit with a white dress shirt and black tie.
"And what's with the getup? Are you on your way to—" Jounouchi froze and his expression turned stony. "You better not be elopin' with Shizuka…"
"No!" Honda slapped Jounouchi a little too forcefully on the back. "Since I'm supposed to be playing the part of your chauffeur, allow me to assist you with your bags, sir," Honda gave an exaggerated bow before taking the wheeling suitcase out of Jounouchi's hand.
"I've got something much nicer planned, which I think you'll approve of. Just got the details finalized earlier today."
"So you are gonna ask her to marry you?" Jounouchi sputtered.
"You're the one who told me to propose or dump her! And I sure as hell wasn't going to break up with her because you told me to."
"Why I oughta—" Jounouchi started to raise his fists at Honda, but Honda just dodged his friend's wobbly aim and slung his free arm around Jounouchi's shoulders.
"You'll see why the getup was necessary when we get to the car," Honda explained, as if Jounouchi's outburst never happened. "So, tell me all about Germany. Tell me you tried some good beers…"
Mokuba got a text message from Honda indicating that he and Jounouchi were five minutes away from the rendezvous point, and immediately switched to another app on his phone. A few taps later, and the car was en route to meet Honda and Jounouchi at the Terminal 1 Main Exit, right where the North and South Wings joined the Central Building.
"What's got you so busy on your phone?" Mai asked. Mokuba had expected her to look tired, but the truth was, she looked just as poised and collected as she had back in Paris.
I hope that doesn't mean she'll take one look at Jounouchi and run in the other direction.
"Oh, just letting the driver know we're on our way. Then we can go to where the new car is and you can tell me if I did a good job or not."
Mai raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at him. "Does your brother not compliment your skills often enough? What's got you fishing for compliments?"
Mokuba started pulling at his too-tight shirt collar. He felt awfully hot all of a sudden.
"N-No, it's nothing like that! But you had a pretty unusual request, so I want to make sure I did it right. And I think the trade-in value ended up working in your favor, too."
At least, that was what Honda told Mokuba. He didn't indicate what, if anything, he had planned for Mai's old car, or whether he'd already arranged a buyer in Australia or Hong Kong.
"Honestly, as long as you didn't get me some boring silver sedan, I'm pretty sure you did a fine job. Thank you again. And you really didn't have to come out all this way. You could have just left the keys with the parking valet or something."
"Absolutely not!" Mokuba shook his head vehemently. That would have ruined all my plans! "I don't want some teenager doing donuts in an airport parking garage with your new car."
Mai tittered, covering her mouth with her hand as she did so. "All right, all right. Oh, and as far as your fitting, Jacques scheduled it for the 11th. I hope that day is good for both you and your brother."
"Should be," Mokuba nodded, adding the appointment to his phone's calendar while he was thinking of it. They were about five minutes away from the rendezvous points themselves. Had Honda and Jounouchi already made it to the limo?
Told Jounouchi we're stuck in traffic before we can depart. You gonna be here soon? I don't want him asking me to put down the privacy screen only for him to see there's not really a driver, Honda messaged him.
Be there in five, Mokuba tapped out before adding, You should see locks for the privacy divider on the passenger armrest. If worse comes to worst, you can re-activate Mina by entering the code 1022 on the center console.
Your freaky Solid Vision driver has a cute girl's name?!
"Minor detail," Mokuba grumbled under his breath.
He'd named the AI Mina after his favorite Sailor Guardian from Sailor Moon: Minako Aino, also known as Sailor Venus. Her reactivation code was also the character's birthday: October 22. He figured it made for a cute pun, since Sailor Venus used the same initials as Solid Vision. Seto hadn't understood the reference—or Mokuba's insistence on the name—which Mokuba attributed to the fact that Seto hadn't ever been able to watch the show with Mokuba while it was airing—he'd been too busy with Gozaburo's nonstop "lessons" from dawn until dusk.
"Hm? What'd you say, Mokuba-kun?"
"Oh, nothing, was just trying to get that fitting in my calendar," Mokuba explained sheepishly. "I got it working."
He hesitated. What about Anzu's dress? Thankfully, Mai saved him the trouble by speaking before he could open his mouth more than a centimeter or two.
"Jacques got quite excited when I told him about the commission for Anzu-chan for the Olivier Awards. Said he had the perfect fabric in mind and everything."
"Oh, that's great," Mokuba said, exhaling. Was he allowed to say he'd been worrying about it?
"You said you wanted something to make your suit stand out from your brother's, so I think you'll be impressed with what Jacques came up with. Consider it a sneak peek of Anzu-chan's dress; he's using the same pattern on your jacket," Mai told him. "But I've got a drive with Jacques' Solid Vision designs on it for you to show her, in case she needs proof you came through."
They turned the corner toward the exit connecting to the Central Building.
"The car should be right out here," Mokuba said, and sure enough, the Kaiba Corporation prototype limousine sat waiting at the curb. With tinted windows, Mokuba couldn't see Honda in the passenger seat up front, nor Jounouchi somewhere in the back. The car was also mostly soundproofed, but what was Honda going to say when Jounouchi undoubtedly heard the trunk open and shut?
"A limousine to take me to a parking lot, Mokuba-kun? And here I thought you weren't as extra as your brother," Mai said, smirking.
"We've each got our strengths," Mokuba replied, returning Mai's cheeky grin. "Allow me to take your bags, Mai-san."
He headed toward the trunk and popped it open with a tap on his key fob, holding his breath the entire time. If anyone was going to find out about his ploy, it was now, at the last crucial minute. He slid Mai's two bags into the trunk alongside Jounouchi's suitcase and closed the trunk as softly as he could manage.
Mokuba hurried over to the side door, his lips pursed shut. "My lady," he said with an exaggerated bow as he opened the door. When Jounouchi didn't appear right away, he let out the breath he'd been holding at last. Mai slid one leg into the vehicle, and as soon as she lifted the other leg off the curb, Mokuba began to close the door.
Success! Let's hope neither one of them breaks the glass in an effort to escape finally talking to one another.
Mokuba scrambled to the driver's side door and plunked himself in the seat, tugging at his tie as he went. The tinted divider between the cab and the passenger section of the limousine prevented Mokuba or Honda from knowing what was happening with Mai and Jounouchi, but the doors were locked and nobody was trying to open them, so…
"So?" Honda asked.
"So now we take the scenic route back to the Business Aviation Terminal for Mai's car and hope for the best," Mokuba said, gripping the steering wheel just a bit too tightly.
Honda leaned back in his seat and pulled the brim of his borrowed chauffeur's cap over his eyes. "With these two, I honestly have no idea what 'the best' is, but I've never seen Jounouchi happier than when he's with her. So… yeah, let's hope."
Mokuba pressed the button on the car's steering column to start the engine and began to drive.
Jounouchi had been distracted watching Leavens of the Levant on ViewTube with his limited edition "Red-Eyes Black Dragon" noise-cancelling headphones when the passenger door into the limousine opened again. He only looked up when he saw one decidedly feminine leg slide into the vehicle… and there she was.
He'd just taken a sip of one of those free bottles of water Mokuba had stashed in the limousine, but seeing her again, it felt like he'd been walking across the desert for a week and was just now coming across a lush oasis.
"Mai…?" Jounouchi croaked. His headphones slid unceremoniously off his head, the ear cups clapping together in front of his throat. He choked for a split second before tearing them off his neck and sliding toward Mai.
Mai, for her part, froze as soon as she saw him, half standing up even as the limousine door behind her shut—and locked.
"That little brat—" Mai mumbled under her breath.
"Honda, too," Jounouchi added, thumbing toward the partition. "We got played."
Mai sighed and sat down on the long bench lining one side of the limousine. "It is what it is." She sat quietly for a moment, smoothing out the wrinkles on her pantsuit.
"It's good to see you again," they both said at the same time. For several heartbeats, they both just stared at each other, wide-eyed and—well, at least in Jounouchi's case—open-mouthed.
Mai bent her head down and giggled behind her hand; three seconds later, Jounouchi let out a barked laugh of his own.
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," Mai said slowly, raising her gaze to meet Jounouchi's once more. "Back in Paris, Mokuba said something to me, and I've been thinking about it a lot: 'I think you guys will find your way back to each other, in the end. I've always thought you guys were meant to be together.' I thought he was just being a young romantic. I didn't expect him to play matchmaker."
"Heh," Jounouchi chuckled. "I shoulda figured somethin' was up when he asked about you out of the blue."
Mai blinked at him. "Asked about me? When?"
Jounouchi looked up at the roof of the limousine, complete with a sliding sunroof. "Eh, a couple of days ago, I think. Was confirmin' my invite to the exhibition at the end of the month."
"Ah," Mai let out a breath. "So you're going too?"
Jounouchi sat upright. "Wait, you were plannin' on going to the exhibition? But I thought—"
Mai waved her hand before Jounouchi could finish his sentence. "Not as a duelist. I'm done with that life. But Jacques is doing a preview runway show for his upcoming wearable technology collaboration with Kaiba Corporation, and he asked if I would like to be there as head of the local atelier."
"Not as a model?" Jounouchi wiggled his eyebrows.
Mai slid across the leather cushions and gave Jounouchi a light smack on the arm. "You incorrigible flirt!"
Jounouchi's gaze softened. "Only with you, Mai." He swallowed, the Adam's apple in his throat bobbing up and down a few times before he found the words he wanted to say. "It's always only ever been you."
"I—" Mai began, but before she could finish, the partition slid downward, revealing a grinning Mokuba in the driver's seat, and Honda beside him.
"I hate to interrupt anything, but I wanted to let you know we're about to arrive at your car, Mai-san."
"Your new Peugeot 308 CC in an ultra-rare 'Magnificent Peacock' color," Honda added.
"That better not be a pun, Honda," Mai said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Nope," Honda shook his head. "Maybe it's fate. Or maybe you just got lucky," he said, glancing back and forth between Mai and Jounouchi. "You'll see when we get there."
A few seconds later, the limousine pulled up in front of a parked car hidden under a Watanabe Dream cover. Both Mokuba and Honda got out of the limousine: Mokuba to get Mai's bags, and Honda to remove the cover and present Mai with her keys.
Honda removed the cover with a flourish, revealing the Peugeot colored with chameleon-like paint that shifted from a deep purple to a vibrant turquoise depending on how the light hit it.
"Ta-da!" Honda exclaimed.
"Whoa."
Mokuba, standing beside Mai's trunk with her bags beside him, and Honda next to him both looked backward. Jounouchi had emerged from the limousine, too, and was staring at Mai's new car with his mouth hanging open.
"Your keys, honorable customer," Honda intoned with an exaggerated bow, presenting Mai's keys on an outstretched palm.
Mai looked at the car, and then over her shoulder at Jounouchi. She grabbed the keys from Honda and clenched them tightly in a white-knuckled fist.
"Is this what you two planned all along?"
"If by 'all along,' you mean since some time this morning, then yeah," Mokuba admitted.
Honda nodded sagely beside him. "I had nothing to do with this until this afternoon. But the kid—" Mokuba elbowed Honda in the ribs "Ow– I mean Mokuba here had the right idea. You two need to just… talk. Whether that's now in your car or later, at the exhibition or whatever, that's up to you. But it needs to get done."
Jounouchi stared at Mai, unblinking. After a second, his brows knit in the center of his forehead and he looked down, his bangs covering his eyes. "Whatever you want to do, Mai."
Mai sucked in a deep breath and then relaxed her hand, the jagged indentations on her palm from where the keys bit into it slowly fading away.
"Come on, Jounouchi. I'll give you a ride back to your place."
Jounouchi immediately brightened, his sullen expression morphing into a radiant grin. He dashed to the back of the limousine and pulled out his own bag, and scrambled back to Mai's side, insisting he could help "Tetris" their bags into the trunk of her car and give her time to "get comfortable" inside.
"You two have fun now," Honda said, wiggling the fingers of one hand at them. He only laughed when Jounouchi flipped him off in response and practically dove into the passenger seat of Mai's new Cabriolet Coupe.
"Job well done, partner," Mokuba said, raising a hand in the air. Honda glanced at it, and then at Mokuba's face before grinning and high-fiving the younger man.
"You're a good kid, Mokuba," Honda said, and then he slid into the limousine's passenger seat once more.
Mokuba flung open the driver's side door and got in. "Hey, didn't I tell you to stop calling me a kid! I'm the one driving you back to your Dream Factory, you know..."