* * *
Mai neatly folded a silk blouse and tucked it into her suitcase. She flattened down the rolling dunes of soft material and made an attempt to thrust down the lid. The satchel bulged with thick cloth, the fabric wriggling through the crevices. Finally, she gave up and sat on it, springing her bottom up and down in a futile endeavor to shut it close. Mai finally went still, letting her full weight sink in before briskly snapping the clasps.
She leapt off and looked with satisfaction at the tote. It creaked and groaned with effort containing the clothing. She smirked at her accomplishment. One more duffel bag and it would be her all-time record. She glanced at her clock. Kaiba would be coming soon to pick her up.
Hastily, Mai selected an over-sized hemp purse to stuff a few last minute things. She hesitated, at one moment, thinking about how * marrying * Seto Kaiba would change her life. She would be richer, of course. Mai chuckled. But what else? Love? Pah! She shook her head as she pawed through her bureau.
It would be fun, she thought, to pretend getting married. She, herself, never really spent time thinking about marriage. It was just some path in people's lives that some took if they wished to. If she would get married (in real life) she would never choose a spouse like Kaiba. Though he was, as she would admit, handsome and rich--he was egotistic, rude, cruel, and cold. Who in their right mind would do so?
Losing her train of thought for a moment, she quickly began to stuff various items in. Not only feigning Kaiba's fiancée was going to be enjoyable, living with him was going to be a blast! Now, only to think if some way to toy with his mind . . . A wicked grin flickered as she packed an appealing little negligee. It was going to be very fun indeed.
* * *
Kaiba supervised the maid as she laid out the new linen and set out fresh hot towels. He was preparing the guest bedroom especially for Mai. Anything to please his lovely fiancée. He snickered. "Rosa, remember to start the bath and set out the lavender candles and soap bar after airing the draperies," he commanded as the older woman fluffed the goose-down pillows.
"Yes sir. Anything else?"
"Oh, yes. Please refresh the light bulbs. I see that they are dimming a bit."
"Right away, sir."
He gazed at the room in satisfaction. The bedroom was quite roomy and colored off-white, a queen-sized canopy bed occupying much of the space along with a dresser and oak vanity table. Purple gauzy, curtains framed the rather large rows of windows. A white shag rug with yarn tassels was stretched in the middle of the room.
"Mind I ask, sir, who is staying over?" questioned the maid suddenly as she evened out the covers.
Kaiba smirked. He knew Rosa couldn't resist gossip. It was going to spread like a wildfire as soon as he set the spark."Yes. My fiancée, Miss Mai Valentine will be staying over for the wedding arrangements," he answered casually, pretending to be engrossed with the light fixtures.
"Wedding?" Her gray eyes grew wide. "Why sir, I didn't even know you had a sweetheart!"
"That is nothing of importance," he retorted coldly. "Now, hurry and finish your job before she arrives. Pronto, now!" he snapped. She quickly bustled to the bathroom.
Mokuba went into the room, carrying Killer in the crook of his arm. "Hey, big brother! . . . Er- Who's coming over?"
Kaiba darted his eyes around the room. The door to the bathroom was wide open and he knew, even for an old woman, Rosa had sensitive ears. "Mokuba, why don't we go get some ice cream?" he said in a collective tone.
"Yay!" He sped out with the dexterity and limberness of the Roadrunner. "Last one is old, rotten Tofutti!"
* * *
Mokuba spooned a large amount of Rocky Road, smacking his lips. Clumps of frozen marshmallows, chunks of crunchy almonds, and of lumps chocolate scarred the face of the smooth ice cream. Mokuba grinned at the old, rotten Tofutti (Kaiba) and looked at him daringly.
"You'll get a bad case of brain freeze," warned his older brother with a mouthful of French Silk.
Mokuba leveled the sterling spoon to his agape mouth and quickly shoved it in, sucking off the ice cream. His blue eyes when big and then squeezed shut as he grabbed his temples. "Augh!" He rolled around the kitchen floor in exaggerated pain as the puppy barked, running around in circles.
"What did I tell you?" teased Kaiba.
Mokuba stopped moving. "I'm dead," he said, shutting his eyes tightly as he went limp, his foot twitching slightly. He stuck his tongue out as a surefire sign of death.
"Are dead people ticklish?" asked Kaiba as he bent down and wriggled his fingers onto Mokuba's belly. His little brother writhed in laughter, thrashing as he shrieked 'Uncle' in tears. He finally stopped, allowing Mokuba to sit up.
"So, what did you wanna tell me?" he asked, picking up his pint of ice cream and continuing the gobbling.
He cocked a brow. "Can you keep a secret?" he whispered.
Mokuba nodded heavily. "Oh, yes!"
Kaiba paused. "Well, Mai and I are going to pull a trick, you see?"
"As trick on who?"
"The media. You know-to get some well-deserved attention. Know what the funny thing is?"
"What?"
"We're going to pretend we're getting married . . . Isn't that weird?" He licked his spoon, waiting for his brother's response.
Mokuba giggled. "You and Mai match up pretty well if you think about it," he said thoughtfully.
Kaiba shook his head. "It's not going to get any farther than the joke. You have to understand that you cannot tell anyone, you hear?" he asked firmly.
Mokuba made a cut-slashing motion across his chest. "Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."
"Why don't we pinky swear on it for good measures," asked Kaiba cautiously.
"Alright!"
And they did.
* * *
I added a bit off Mokuba/ Kaiba fluff, as you can see. =) I'm open for suggestions, so please review!
Summonedksull007
Mai neatly folded a silk blouse and tucked it into her suitcase. She flattened down the rolling dunes of soft material and made an attempt to thrust down the lid. The satchel bulged with thick cloth, the fabric wriggling through the crevices. Finally, she gave up and sat on it, springing her bottom up and down in a futile endeavor to shut it close. Mai finally went still, letting her full weight sink in before briskly snapping the clasps.
She leapt off and looked with satisfaction at the tote. It creaked and groaned with effort containing the clothing. She smirked at her accomplishment. One more duffel bag and it would be her all-time record. She glanced at her clock. Kaiba would be coming soon to pick her up.
Hastily, Mai selected an over-sized hemp purse to stuff a few last minute things. She hesitated, at one moment, thinking about how * marrying * Seto Kaiba would change her life. She would be richer, of course. Mai chuckled. But what else? Love? Pah! She shook her head as she pawed through her bureau.
It would be fun, she thought, to pretend getting married. She, herself, never really spent time thinking about marriage. It was just some path in people's lives that some took if they wished to. If she would get married (in real life) she would never choose a spouse like Kaiba. Though he was, as she would admit, handsome and rich--he was egotistic, rude, cruel, and cold. Who in their right mind would do so?
Losing her train of thought for a moment, she quickly began to stuff various items in. Not only feigning Kaiba's fiancée was going to be enjoyable, living with him was going to be a blast! Now, only to think if some way to toy with his mind . . . A wicked grin flickered as she packed an appealing little negligee. It was going to be very fun indeed.
* * *
Kaiba supervised the maid as she laid out the new linen and set out fresh hot towels. He was preparing the guest bedroom especially for Mai. Anything to please his lovely fiancée. He snickered. "Rosa, remember to start the bath and set out the lavender candles and soap bar after airing the draperies," he commanded as the older woman fluffed the goose-down pillows.
"Yes sir. Anything else?"
"Oh, yes. Please refresh the light bulbs. I see that they are dimming a bit."
"Right away, sir."
He gazed at the room in satisfaction. The bedroom was quite roomy and colored off-white, a queen-sized canopy bed occupying much of the space along with a dresser and oak vanity table. Purple gauzy, curtains framed the rather large rows of windows. A white shag rug with yarn tassels was stretched in the middle of the room.
"Mind I ask, sir, who is staying over?" questioned the maid suddenly as she evened out the covers.
Kaiba smirked. He knew Rosa couldn't resist gossip. It was going to spread like a wildfire as soon as he set the spark."Yes. My fiancée, Miss Mai Valentine will be staying over for the wedding arrangements," he answered casually, pretending to be engrossed with the light fixtures.
"Wedding?" Her gray eyes grew wide. "Why sir, I didn't even know you had a sweetheart!"
"That is nothing of importance," he retorted coldly. "Now, hurry and finish your job before she arrives. Pronto, now!" he snapped. She quickly bustled to the bathroom.
Mokuba went into the room, carrying Killer in the crook of his arm. "Hey, big brother! . . . Er- Who's coming over?"
Kaiba darted his eyes around the room. The door to the bathroom was wide open and he knew, even for an old woman, Rosa had sensitive ears. "Mokuba, why don't we go get some ice cream?" he said in a collective tone.
"Yay!" He sped out with the dexterity and limberness of the Roadrunner. "Last one is old, rotten Tofutti!"
* * *
Mokuba spooned a large amount of Rocky Road, smacking his lips. Clumps of frozen marshmallows, chunks of crunchy almonds, and of lumps chocolate scarred the face of the smooth ice cream. Mokuba grinned at the old, rotten Tofutti (Kaiba) and looked at him daringly.
"You'll get a bad case of brain freeze," warned his older brother with a mouthful of French Silk.
Mokuba leveled the sterling spoon to his agape mouth and quickly shoved it in, sucking off the ice cream. His blue eyes when big and then squeezed shut as he grabbed his temples. "Augh!" He rolled around the kitchen floor in exaggerated pain as the puppy barked, running around in circles.
"What did I tell you?" teased Kaiba.
Mokuba stopped moving. "I'm dead," he said, shutting his eyes tightly as he went limp, his foot twitching slightly. He stuck his tongue out as a surefire sign of death.
"Are dead people ticklish?" asked Kaiba as he bent down and wriggled his fingers onto Mokuba's belly. His little brother writhed in laughter, thrashing as he shrieked 'Uncle' in tears. He finally stopped, allowing Mokuba to sit up.
"So, what did you wanna tell me?" he asked, picking up his pint of ice cream and continuing the gobbling.
He cocked a brow. "Can you keep a secret?" he whispered.
Mokuba nodded heavily. "Oh, yes!"
Kaiba paused. "Well, Mai and I are going to pull a trick, you see?"
"As trick on who?"
"The media. You know-to get some well-deserved attention. Know what the funny thing is?"
"What?"
"We're going to pretend we're getting married . . . Isn't that weird?" He licked his spoon, waiting for his brother's response.
Mokuba giggled. "You and Mai match up pretty well if you think about it," he said thoughtfully.
Kaiba shook his head. "It's not going to get any farther than the joke. You have to understand that you cannot tell anyone, you hear?" he asked firmly.
Mokuba made a cut-slashing motion across his chest. "Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."
"Why don't we pinky swear on it for good measures," asked Kaiba cautiously.
"Alright!"
And they did.
* * *
I added a bit off Mokuba/ Kaiba fluff, as you can see. =) I'm open for suggestions, so please review!
Summonedksull007
