So here it is after 5 longs months of waiting I'm really sorry guys I just lost my kick for it. But I am finally updating and I think I'm getting more into this writing thing once again because I actually started a new fan fic! It's- of course- SetoXSerenity lol… but with a fun new twist- it's kind of Au but I feel that if I ever get the prologue done then you guys will probably like it. Check my bio in a couple of days and there'll probably be a summary for it there. Anyway- so here's the next chapter, you'll probably be able to tell where I picked up a couple of days ago because truth be told a good majority of it's been done for awhile lol. It gets particularly amusing (at least I certainly thought so. But I'll stop making you guys wait and let you read on lol… I hope you like it
Narrow Miss
"Do you remember that girl from Battle City?" Mokuba asked his brother from where he sat in front of the TV playing his xXx Box, some stupid role playing game called Final Fantasy 22-2. Kaiba was sitting on the couch behind him, pounding away on his laptop.
"Which one?" Kaiba asked, not even raising his eyes.
"Katsuya… Jounouchi's little sister," Mokuba said as he chopped away at some goblin with a generic looking monkey boy named Effro.
"That annoying little one that couldn't figure anything out for herself and followed her brother around like a sick puppy?" Kaiba asked, one eyebrow raised as he glanced over the top of his laptop at the back of his younger brothers head.
"Yeah… Shizuka…" Mokuba said.
"What about her?" Kaiba asked.
"She enrolled in my school the other day. Apparently she was in one of those trolley cars when it got crashed into by a truck and she can't remember anything that happened before it," Mokuba wasn't sure why he had brought it up, nor was he sure where the conversation was heading. It wasn't very often that he and Seto had a civilized conversation these days though and Mokuba found himself enjoying it.
"Good, maybe she and her brother won't be such saps anymore and she'll learn to think for herself," Kaiba said absently. "Why did you bring her up anyway?"
"I don't know… just I can kind of relate. Not entirely, but I can't remember a lot of what goes on when I'm out of it… I was just-" Mokuba stopped, he shouldn't really have said that, he was going to get some lecture about how it was all his own choice and that shit now. "Never mind, I was just curious if you remembered her."
"I wish I didn't," Kaiba said, gagging as he thought of her 'you can do it' speeches.
"She remembers you though. I asked her, in class if the name Kaiba meant anything to her and she like started having a seizure or something like that. Did you do something to her on the air ship Seto?" Mokuba asked, not really trying to accuse him, just asking.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Kaiba demanded, suddenly angry.
"Apparently something did…" Mokuba smirked slightly, and then quickly said something else before Kaiba could get mad. "But I mean, it's just weird that she can't remember anything, including her sappy brother, and then all of a sudden one word makes her remember something… after she's spent 9 months in a mental hospital and they couldn't make her remember anything. What happened Seto? What did you do to her?"
"Nothing," Kaiba said angrily, slamming his laptop shut and striding towards the door. "I hardly spoke to the little whore the entire time; I have no idea why she would remember me. And might I add that Kaiba is your last name as well, perhaps it was you who did something to her and just can't remember because like you said, you can't remember some things because all that dope is frying your brain."
He was lying, Mokuba could tell he was lying, he wouldn't have gotten nearly as worked up about it if he hadn't been. Kaiba's number one failure, he could lie worth shit because he always got mad about it. That was interesting indeed, was Kaiba mad now, that Shizuka couldn't remember any of it?
Mokuba laughed slightly, "My brothers a fucking pedophile, she's younger than I am," Mokuba couldn't help but smirk at that. Mokuba was 16, Kaiba was 21 and Shizuka was only 15… seven years difference, yes, Kaiba was definitely a pedophile. The things a guy never knew about his older brother.
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A young blonde girl, probably no older than 16 stood outside a window, inside a building, cradling a baby, no more than 4 months old, in her arms. Her face was pale, the puffiness of her eyes marked that she had been crying in the near future. She'd been babysitting her friends kid. She'd said that she would be home in a couple of hours, and when she hadn't come home the next day… well she hadn't really been to worried. Her friend did that sometimes, stayed out all night. It's not that she didn't love her baby, she was… well she was only 16. She'd been cheated out of her childhood a year before when she'd gotten a little too drunk and then had sex, and got pregnant. The blonde girl allowed it, but only once an awhile, she was getting paid to watch the kid right? It wasn't like she couldn't live without her mother for several days, so long as someone was watching her. The baby had been premature, nearly two months premature, barley survived. The mother hardly made it as well… they were both too ill to breast feed, so the baby was on bottles.
So anyway, she had waited all night, for the baby's mother to come home, not too worried, but by the next evening she was beginning to wonder what the child's mother was doing. She continued to wait however, until the next morning, when she finally called the police, explaining the situation to them.
"I'm just babysitting her baby, but she's usually back sometime during the night, or at the very latest early in the morning. But she's been gone since Friday night, I don't know what to do anymore!" she said frantically into the phone, rocking the crying baby.
"Calm down ma'am, we'll need a description," the woman on the other line said.
"Shoulder length black hair, green eyes, fairly short, maybe 5'2, 5'3… I've got pictures…" she said.
"Could you bring us one?"
"I don't know, I don't have a car… I'm babysitting the baby, she's sleeping," the girl said into the phone again.
"We'll come to you; can you give us the address?"
The girl did, brushing her blonde bangs out of her face and then hanging up the phone she waiting for the police to come to the house she shared with her friend. She gave them several pictures to look through.
"Who is this boy?" the female officer asked.
"It was her boyfriend at the time I think…" her voice trailed off. She didn't like to talk about him very much.
"The father of the baby?"
"I don't know, she never even told me his name. It's an older picture, from before she got pregnant though…"
"Thank-you miss, we'll inform you if we find any news on her. Until then can you continue to take care of the baby?"
"I have to go to school tomorrow…" the tears started. "I'm only 16!"
"Yea ma'am, we understand. Just for today, if we don't find any information before then we'll send someone to take care of her."
It was three days later, for five days the mother had been missing before she finally got a call. They'd found a body, not the news she'd been looking for. They weren't sure it was her though, so she was called down to the mortuary to view the body they found, to confirm if it was her or not. Not the results she had been hoping for…
"Excuse me miss, would you like me to take the baby?" a lady in a business suit asked. The girl nodded, handing the baby over to the woman. "Are you ready?" She nodded, shaking slightly as the curtains in front of her began to open. And then she screamed, collapsing onto the floor into a fit of tears.
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"Stupid dog, I hardly feel I spent hundreds of dollars on your training so that I should still have to walk you." Mokuba grumbled angrily at the Yellow Lab trotting happily at his side. He'd gotten Hikari several years earlier, before his plunge into the darker side of Domino, back when he was innocent and actually enjoyed spending time doing things besides drinking, smoking and sex. While he was usually able to avoid the task by ordering one of the maids or butlers to do it, Kaiba had threatened to flush his entire stash of weed down the toilet if he didn't and so there he was, walking the dog. Little did he know Kaiba was in the midst of disposing of his weed as he walked.
Mokuba pushed off with his roller blades, forcing Hikari into a run as he tried to work of some of his pent up adrenaline. He bent his head down and pushed harder with his feet, Hikari loping easily along beside him. "Hell for a dog that almost never gets walked you sure- wuahhh!" Mokuba was yanked backwards by the hand holding the leash and felt himself falling backwards, one foot of the ground and hard contact with the ground as the blade without the brake simply rolled backwards. Hikari quickly came back around the other side of the post she had rapped herself around and began lavishing him with kisses. "You stupid fucking-"
"Oh! Are you okay?" came a sweet, high pitched voice along with a miniature Hikari who began climbing all over him, licking his face and hands.
"Oh, uh yea sure," Mokuba mumbled, shoving Hikari and her miniature self off him and looking up to see who it was. Her long auburn hair fell over her face as she leaned over him, blocking out the bright sun attempting to blind him.
"I was so sure you were going to plow right into me and then your dog wrapped herself around a pole to stop you! She's really smart…" Shizuka smiled patting Hikari affectionately and then offering Mokuba her hand. "Do you need some help up?" she asked and then grabbed the puppy who was once again mauling him. "H.P. leave him alone," she picked the puppy up and set him down beside the obedient Hikari.
"H.P… what's that stand for?" Mokuba asked, accepting Serenity's outstretched hand, though hardly able to put any of his weight into that arm because she was hardly big enough to assist him.
"Happy puppy," she smiled brightly. "I haven't got a name for him yet… Joey brought him home yesterday for me. So far I've just called him Happy Puppy. What's your Dog's name?" she asked.
Mokuba studied her carefully, he wasn't sure if she was just being friendly despite what had happened or if she really didn't remember him. It certainly didn't seem like she did… then again before he had been at the back of the room in a school uniform. Now he was dressed in dark baggy blue jeans, a red T-shirt with some weird logo on the front and a red headband under his long black bangs and beneath most of his hair. Also wearing roller blades making him probably three inches taller.
"Hikari," he answered.
"Oh that's a perfect name!" she said, kneeling beside her and smiling as she licked her cheek. "Oh I wish I'd come up with that first."
"Bug."
"Pardon…?" Shizuka asked, looking up at him.
"I don't know, Bug, it's an interesting name…"
Shizuka picked her puppy up and held him away from her, looking into his eyes. "What do you think Bug?" She asked and then smiled as he began wagging his tail enthusiastically. "Okay, Bug it is," she looked back at Mokuba. "I'm Shizuka by the way…" she said, offering a small smiled.
"Yea, I know," Mokuba replied. Why was he here again? Oh yea, walking the dog… "I'm Mokuba-"
"Kaiba, the boy from class, that's what I thought but I didn't want to make a fool of myself just in case you weren't…"
"Sooo, you really can't remember anything?" Mokuba asked as they began to walk down the street, Hikari trotting happily at his side as Bug weaved in and out under her feet.
"Well, nothing until you said that name… and then just eyes, ice blue eyes. Nothing else…" Shizuka shrugged. "It doesn't really matter though, apparently I was practically blind once too but I don't remember so it doesn't matter."
"You don't regret… not being able to remember anything?" Mokuba asked, little did Shizuka know this conversation was much deeper than it appeared. Lately he'd really been thinking about all of the blanks in his life. How many brain cells he's killed smoking pot that he could hardly remember most of battle city. The blanks, all the little blanks. Mokuba didn't remember much about any of that space between Battle City and the beginning of high school of his own life. It was all-just, follow Kaiba around and hope that he was always around to take care of him. And then high school started, and he could remember the first time he did pot like it was just the day before. What used to be huge in his life was now small and what didn't even exist and no one ever expected it to was now huge. He lived but to please his body, to give into its whimsical fantasies and addictions.
Then there was this girl, young, innocent and beautiful, going through almost the exact same thing only it wasn't her fault. The pain afflicted upon her, not to be able to remember why she had that scar on her knee, or why she got headaches when she read in the dark. When did her parents split? What happened that kept her and her brother so close? She'd never know, no matter how hard she tried she just had to trust everyone else to fill in the details for her. She'd never remember how sad she was when her first goldfish died, or the excitement she experience on her 12th birthday when her brother popped out of a box as a surprise after not seeing him for nearly two years. She'd never know… and no amount of emotion or desire would ever change that.
Yet Mokuba did it willingly. He knew what he was doing to himself and simply continued. Then he met this girl, and for some reason her situation and the fact that he had known her before and she didn't even remember him, is just got him thinking. She couldn't judge, because she didn't know.
"Well I don't really know what I'm missing, you know? The doctors tried for months to get me to remember and I still can't remember anything. What is the point in regretting it? There's nothing I can do. It makes more sense to go out and have fun, make a new life for myself than to sit at home wallowing in my own self pity. I don't want to be miserable so I'm just moving on, making new friends, remaking friends with the old ones," Shizuka shrugged. "And first I was really upset, because I couldn't remember anything and everything was strange, but it's okay now because I'm meeting new people everyday, just like you. It's like an adventure."
Was this girl for real? How could someone just accept not being able to remember anything? Mokuba just wanted to yell out at her, all her positives views in life were getting on his nerves. How could someone be so okay not remembering anything about their childhood? Who you were as a child had is impact on what you became as an adult. That lesson you learned about not touching the burner was one of those ones you learned as a kid, one of those mistakes you learned from.
Yet, the more Mokuba thought about it the more he realized that he didn't remember touching the burner either, just remembered that he wasn't supposed to because it burnt him. Nor did he remember actually falling off the cupboards and finally learning why the maids had been so insistent upon it being dangerous. Did anyone actually remember learning the lesson about why you weren't supposed to approach big dogs despite their tails wagging?
Mokuba didn't say anything for awhile, but bent over and unhooked Hikari's leash and sent a ball flying across the park which she raced to retrieve, Bug following clumsily behind. His thoughts were wandering deep inside his head, searching for… he didn't know. What was with this girl? A girl that made him think of something other than sex… and she was hot too…
"I'm sorry," she said smiling slightly. "I didn't mean to- to say all that. You probably don't care at all and just think I'm some stupid little girl that never shuts up…"
He glared at her out of the corner of his eye. He should, most girls who babbled on about anything he dismissed quickly enough, all the wanted from the female race was pleasure. Why was he more interested in this girl than he was supposed to be? This was insane, he was going insane. He had to get away from her before he got all sentimental and did something stupid like ask her on a date- a date.
"No, not really," Mokuba said but then glanced at his watch. "Oh I gotta go, my brother's got a conference tonight and-" Mokuba racked his brain for an excuse. "He's making me go with him. Keep up appearances you know, downside to being rich I guess." Mokuba whistled and Hikari came bounding over, her shadow doing his best to keep up.
"Yea, I guess so," Shizuka turned around, bending over to pick up Bug.
Oh yea, that's what I'm talking about Mokuba thought, licking his lips slightly. Mokuba practically kicked himself in the back of his head for not noticing her clothes earlier. Something really must be wrong with me… he shook his head slightly but continued to allow his eyes to wander up and down her beautiful body. She wore a short black skirt with red halter top beneath a loose white zipper up windbreaker. Her clothes were simple, but definitely sexy. Ugh- I really need to get outta here he thought, clipping Hikari's leash back onto her red harness and then spinning around, offering Shizuka a smile and a wave before speeding down the street back towards his house, his long black hair flying out behind him.
"Well he left in a hurry…" Shizuka, said to the little yellow puppy squirming in her arms. "yes, yes let's go home Bug."
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Mokuba snapped his gas tank shut, hiding his keys before walking up the three steps before walking slowly down the path leading to his destination for the night. The house was small, incredibly small actually. It consisted of two small windows, one which was boarded from the outside, the other simply had a thick blanket covering it on the inside, one to either side of a doorway consisting of two doors. The first door was a glass door, or, it tried to be a glass door, thin metal holding the two panes of glass in place, one which was smashed, glass hanging by hardly anything off one part.
Mokuba opened this door cautiously, disgusted to have to touch something as vile as the door much less enter the building, but he rapped twice on the worn, wooden door following the glass one. He then quickly jumped back as the door seemed to fall right of its hinges towards him. As a large cloud of smoke rolled out of the now open door way, several heads turned to stare at him. Mokuba offered a weak smiled before one of the larger men quickly scrambled to his feet, grabbing Mokuba by the front of his shirt and yanking him into a small living room and the quickly replacing the door on it's hinges.
"Can't you fucking read?" the man then demanded, pointing to a sign that was conveniently laying on the ground just inside the door reading use back door. Mokuba wasn't sure how he was supposed to have read the sign when it lay inside the building but he decided against arguing with the man and just mumbled an apology.
"So you're the kid?" Another guy asked Mokuba, who nodded as response. "Welcome to our home," he smirked, offering the hand that wasn't pre-occupied with the hooker on his lap. Mokuba cringed slightly, the guy looked and smelt like he hadn't bathed in weeks, he pitied the poor girl being paid to sit on his lap and be pleasant and pleasurable.
Ignoring his natural instinct to not touch the bacteria infected man Mokuba reached his hand out and shook the other guys hand, offering a weak smile, "Yea, I guess that's me…"
"Good, good," he smiled. "Got the cash?"
"Don't leave home without it," Mokuba pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, flipped it open and pulled out ten twenty dollar bills.
"Perfect, good, that's great. I got your grass in the basement, you mind me asking how you came up on that cash?"
"I didn't steal it if that's what you mean…" Mokuba frowned slightly.
"Good, that's good, that's all I needed to know. I mean, money is money but you know we don't appreciate being able to be traced back to a thief as well should be get busted."
"That's Mokuba Kaiba baby," the hooker on his lap purred, offering him and sexy smile, "his brother is the richest man in Japan."
Mokuba looked the girl up and down, she had long, strange looking blonde hair and wore a tight red dress which was much to low cut for his tastes. He liked cleavage, there was no denying that but there was a different between looking sexy and looking desperate. She seemed to know who he was… though he couldn't have placed her if his life had depended on it, he didn't like whores, not when he could get sex for free elsewhere.
"Oh really?" the man purred, looking up at Mokuba who looked scared half to death, he didn't like gay guys anymore than he likes whores…
"Yea…" Mokuba hated that, he was but a shadow, Seto Kaiba's little brother… never to be anything more.
"Good, this is good. Well if you'll just follow me I'll get you your plant and if you feel like it you can maybe sit down and smoke a few bowls with us," the man raised an eyebrow at Mokuba who just shrugged and followed him into another room and then down a long, wooden stairs case. The stairs case wandered lower and lower into the basement until the finally reached a door which the man swung open and stepped through into a huge green house type thing, marijuana plants lining several tables.
The man led him into an adjoining room where they was several bags of the plant ground up and ready to smoke. He picked up five small zip lock bags with the green substance lining about two inches of weed the bottom.
Mokuba took the bags and then froze, they both froze, as a loud crash came from upstairs and then shouts erupted loudly. It was all gibberish to Mokuba, sounded almost…Jamaican? Either way, the guy's standing before him eyes went wide and he scrambled for the rest of the drugs, and yelling at Mokuba to help him, who quickly pocketed his weed and assisted the man. He lifted several large blocks of cement out of the ground and helped him throw the weed in there but ran away as he tried to get him to help him hide the plants. There was no fucking way he was getting caught here, Seto would have his head.
Dashing back into the plant room Mokuba looked around, ignoring the man's shouts for help and his money. Mokuba quickly assessed the situation; he could hear the shouts up top as the police searched for their stash. Truth be told, this basement looked a lot like his basement, old, and if we guess correctly there should be a cellar door over… yup. Brilliant.
Mokuba shook the rust hinges, coughing as dust fell down on him. You'd think drug dealers would have this as an accessible way out, being drug dealers and all. Mokuba continued to rattle the door, faster as he heard shouts near the top of the stairs. Finally he managed to wedge them open just as several feet came pounding down the stairs. He heard shouts to stop just quickly climbed up the stone stair case, two at a time, black hair flying out behind him as he run across the yard and turned down the alley, before leaping into another yard.
He watched as two cops went flying by in a blur of navy blue and yellow stripes, and muffled a laugh as one lost his hat and then nearly fell on his ass trying to catch it before it landed in a puddle- he was unsuccessful. Mokuba stayed motionless until after the cop picked his hat out of the puddle and with one last disgusted grunt when running after his partner in search for him.
Mokuba sighed quietly and then began racking his brain for an idea of how to get out of this. He had several problems he needed to fix, first of all- he was being searched for meaning he had to get out of there and he had to do it fast. Second, of all his jeep was sitting in front of this house- that was probably the stupidest thing he could have done. As soon as he fixed the first problem and removed himself from the vicinity of the house then he'd have to call in and report it stolen. The third problem involved being hunted down and possibly beaten nearly to death in the near future because he had somehow managed to get out of the house with both the weed and the money he had meant to give to the dealer for the weed.
Well it was usually best to start at the beginning. Mokuba crept silently along the fence until he reached a line of bushes which rested against the fence to the adjoining yard. He wormed his way in between the fence and the bushes before pulling out his cell phone and quickly dialing the only person who would help his number. This was probably suicide actually, sure he'd help Mokuba but he'd never heard the end of it.
Ring
Ring
Ring
Mokuba was getting impatient; this was a life or death situation, not only for him but also for the ignorant ass who wouldn't answer his phone.
Ring
Ring
"I'm gonna fucking kill you if-"
"Kaiba," came a sudden growl on the other side of the phone.
"I need your help," was Mokuba's reply which came quickly after he'd gotten over the shock.
"What did you do this time?" Kaiba demanded, a bored tone in his voice.
"Can I explain it a bit later? I'd rather get out of here before they bring the dogs and they decide to rip my head off and then tell all about it in every newspaper in all of Japan and ruin everything you've ever worked for," Mokuba hissed angrily.
Silence followed Mokuba's smart ass statement and then annoyed grunt, "Where are you?"
Mokuba quickly told his older brother his location and was about to hang up when he added one last comment, "Oh and Seto… could you maybe phone the police and tell them someone stole my jeep?"
That didn't sound very good at all and had Mokuba been in the same room as Kaiba he probably would have ran in fright from the look his older brother shot across the room at no one unparticular. Needless to say he didn't reply, rather just grabbed his coat from the chair he had ceremoniously thrown it upon early that evening and stormed out of his office muttering every curse in every language he'd ever learned.
Meanwhile Mokuba remained huddled behind his bush, impatiently awaiting Kaiba's arrival and hoping that they didn't have time to phone the neighboring city and ask them to bring the dogs in to hunt down an escapee. Surely Kaiba would get here before they could do that… despite the fact the city was only 20 minutes away it couldn't possibly take Kaiba that long to make his way across town, especially not with his entire reputation at stake.
But the waiting made it certainly seem to take forever. Mokuba could hear the shouts of both captors and prisoners shouting both curses and demands. He heard mentions of himself- more formally know as "the boy in the basement" and was rather aggravated to find that he couldn't hear the reply. No doubt they were ratting on him- stupid whore couldn't keep her mouth shut in informing everyone of his identity and since he had somehow managed to run off with 2 hundred dollars worth of weed as well as two hundred dollars… surely they knew he was good for it. If they ever got out of jail he'd give them the money- actually just to be safe he'd bring the money to the prison and after they could wipe their asses with it if it pleased them to do so.
A familiar horn beep quickly pulled Mokuba from his thoughts, Kaiba had arrived. Perfect, now all Mokuba had to do was figure out a way to get to his vehicle without being stopped and questioned- damn that could be hard. Deciding he needed some information before he made anymore to get out of this rather sticky situation he dialed Kaiba's cell phone number once again.
Despite Kaiba's obvious agitation he answered the phone in his regular bored tone, "Kaiba."
"Salutation brother, what's the situation out there?"
Kaiba blinked before replying in an annoyed tone this time, "whatever the hell it is you want to know would you mind saying it in plain English so we can get the hell out of there before you get busted and Kaiba corps.'s reputation is sent plummeting to the ground?"
Mokuba frowned but decided that perhaps now as not he best of times to argue with him, "Well I'm kinda sitting in a puddle behind a bush and I can't see much of what's going on out there. General idea is I wanted to know if it's clear for me to just dash out there or if I need to be a little bit more sneaky about it…"
"Considering you are being searched for by what looks to be a good 10 cops I suggest you be at least a little discreet about it," Kaiba mocked his younger brother for his stupidity. "Which house are you behind?"
"Oh I don't know, I'll just stroll to the front of the house and get the house number for you there bro," Mokuba retaliated. Why was it that it seemed the brothers were incapable of having a decent conversation anymore?
"Do you want me to leave you here to be caught and then rot in jail?" Kaiba asked angrily.
"Oh but I know you wouldn't do it, you've got just as much if not more on the line that I do," Mokuba replied, though personally he really didn't feel his reputations exposure to the rest of the world would really ruin Kaiba corp. but it made a nice threat. "Anyway," Mokuba shifted so that he was on his hands and knees and began crawling along side the fence, pinning the phone to his ear with his shoulder so he could still speak. "Okay, the house is white." Mokuba said once the house came into view.
"Yes and so are 7 of the ten houses on this block," Kaiba replied in a bored tone.
"If you woulda waited I would have given you more information," Mokuba fumed- a lie. He had simply assumed Kaiba would be able to figure it out. Mokuba couldn't help wonder if he'd just suffered what one would call a 'blonde moment'. "Okay, but anyway, it's white and I think it has blue trim," Mokuba poked his head out as much as he dared to see in the drive way, "and I reckon it's got a dark colored Honda parked in the driveway.
Kaiba grunted in acknowledgement and Mokuba could hear the squeal of tires as Kaiba spun around and sped down the road, "If you're coming run because I can't guarantee the street will stay clear for much longer after that."
Mokuba decided to save his witty reply for once he got in the vehicle. He quickly stumbled to his feet, snapping his cell phone shut and making a mad dash to Kaiba's vehicle, stretching his long legs as far as he could manage without damaging a few things very valuable to him. He jumped into the car and slammed the door shut, signaling Kaiba to drive. He snatched up the hat the was sitting on the dashboard and throwing it on over his mess of black hair- which is anything would be his downfall since that's all the cops could really see of him earlier.
Kaiba sped off, sending Mokuba who happened to not be wearing his seatbelt vaulting into the door as he turned a sharp corner, his tires making that annoying high pitched tone they'd made previously and Mokuba decided perhaps now was a good time to use his previously thought of witty comment.
"Way to draw attention to yourself Bro. Getting a ticket for speeding and stunting would get you in the papers just as quickly as me getting busted for possession would." He decided afterwards that perhaps had he thought more about it could have made for a better finale but chose to let him off easy this time anyway.
Kaiba chose not to say anything regardless.
Da da nuah!!!! Shardy wanted a drug bust… so I made one lol it's kind of a cheap drug bust but it's a drug bust none-the-less. Hey, I have good news and bad news… which would you like first? The bad news I suppose lol well see since I quite writing this fic I decided to do a bit of research and perhaps find out what drugs are really like… well just weed and cocaine actually and I found them rather in-affective but I think I got a bit of an idea as to what it's like so this fic could get a bit more real if you know what I mean. But I assure you that most descriptions of the feelings and stuff are fairly precise because I got this major druggy friend who is like a walking story book… he's rather descriptive so it's like you never have to try anything yourself lol. So yea, that's actually the good and bad news, I started doing drugs is the bad and the story should get better now is the good!
Anyway, I hope this chapter was at least somewhat worth the very long wait (which I apologize again for) and I hope everyone's still reading it ! Yea, I'm working on the next chapter of Abaku along with Abaku shi and the new one that doesn't have a name yet and I want to try and put in some work on silent affair (check out divineangel143's bio for that story, it's a joint one). So yea, I hope you liked it a please let me know what you think and feel free to give me ideas!!
Oh yea, and also if you check out my bio you'll find the links to some wicked cool RPG sites, several of which are still in need of several characters if you guys are interested hope to here from you-
Mickee