Chapter Four
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And you all loved the creepiness, so thanks for that... I really didn't try to make it so creepy or cliffy.... oops! But the hallucination will be mostly explained here and now...
Mokuba dozed fitfully that night. He frequently awoke to the sound of the chiming clock with his dreams haunted by the dead eyes in the mirror and the maniacal laughter.
He awoke to the "Beep, beep, beep" of an alarm clock next to his bed. 6:00 am.
"What the fuck?" he murmured, forcing himself up. He looked at the beaming sunlight blearily. He stood up and stretched. 'It should be illegal to have school this early,' he thought, pulling off the now ruined trench coat.
After and extremely cold shower (it seems that the water heater is run off the power core he shorted last night), he was still incredibly out of it, having tried to put his pants on well...his head. Which is not a Mokuba Kaiba type thing to do at all.
(A/N: come on the guy just had the holy living crap scared out of him at twelve o' clock in the morning, what would you be doing? Having tea and crumpets?)
Yet even more out of whack was what happened when he got to school.
He pulled up in his dark blue limo. After having successfully managed to dress himself properly, he had chosen to wear a deep maroon trench coat. Of course, his usual group of fan girls stood waiting in front of the school.
'Oh...Joy,' he thought, seeing more girls than usual standing at the gate. He stealthily climbed out of the limo, hearing the usual: "Mokuba! Hey Mokuba!" "I love you!" and "Will you marry me?" From the girls' side, accompanied by several soft thuds and some paper with numbers being thrown at him.
Then there were the typical jeers and threats when he reached to interior of the schoolyard. "Hey, pretty boy! Come here and we'll rearrange your face." "Hey Kaiba, why don't you go jump in a ditch" and his least favorite "Hey Kaiba seen any good blood spills lately?"
But Mokuba ignored these a) being his usual little unmovable, unemotional self and b) he heard very few of the comments anyway.
He just kept walking, paying no attention to the mass of girls following him like hungry dogs, until a soft, yet distinctive voice spoke form somewhere near his midriff. "Hey Mokuba."
He glanced down and met the gaze of two very large purple eye dead set in a pretty little ivory face with a button nose and red lips. They were set off by long locks of golden hair.
"Hey Maya," he said, without pausing to think. Then, realizing what he had done, his brisk pace became faster. The clicking of high-heeled shoes also quickened. She followed him to his locker, talking all the way. Mokuba escaped with a relatively short explanation of her weekend shopping spree. Mind you, that he only half listened to anything she said.
I guess you're wondering who Maya is. Well to begin with, she was the younger sister of Mai Valentine. She looks like her sister, talks like her sister, and with the exception that she likes to wear pink instead of purple, and she is basically her sister.
How did Mokuba know her? She had been his best friend five years ago before Seto's murder and three years before that even. But that hardly mattered to Mokuba now. Mokuba Kaiba didn't need friends. And he told Maya such, several times, but she persisted to greet him and act as if they were still friends.
So he ignored her, but either she was too stupid to get it or she chose not to. But the one thing Mokuba could say he liked about her was that she never mentioned his brother. Unlike everyone else in the world.
When Mokuba reached his Social Studies class, they began the study of criminal justice. Talk turned immediately toward the murder of Seto Kaiba and the rumor of an upcoming appeal.
'What the hell?' Mokuba thought, trying to ignore the other students. 'Why won't they let me forget it? Forget him? And why won't he go away? And those eyes...' he shuddered. 'Seto's eyes in the mirror last night...maybe I need help...'
So, Mokuba called off hid meetings set for after school. He wouldn't be going into the office tonight, either.
His shoes clicked against the white tiled floor. The walls were white washed, everything was tidy and clean. And Mokuba hated it desperately. He stopped in front of a door, labeled "Sheila Bolin: Psychologist."
He shuddered as he took the cold, brass doorknob in his hand. The door opened easily and inside was yet another white room. The difference was that the occupant, a cheery looking auburn haired woman, seemed to have hung poster after poster across the bare wall.
"Can I help you sir?" she looked up smiling, but she saw her visitor and her entire outlook changed. Mokuba recognized her as Serenity Wheeler. Her hazel eyes turned cold and her mouth drew into a thin line.
"I want to see Miss Bolin. Now." Mokuba said, standing tall and proud over the angry looking woman.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Doesn't exactly look like I'm going to need one, now does it?" It was true for the room was empty.
"I'm sorry, sir," Serenity said through gritted teeth. "You'll need an appointment."
Mokuba leaned down on the desk, his face barely inches form hers. "You do realize," said Mokuba threateningly, his voice a deadly whisper. "That I could have you fired, right here, right now."
"Yeah I do," Serenity spat boldly back. "But it wouldn't be the first time you ruined my life, Kaiba."
They sat motionless, staring coldly into each other's eyes with unblinking hatred. A door shut somewhere, but they took no notice. A set of heels came walking toward them. "Hey 'Ren," a voice called. "Think we should close up early?" The woman paused seeing her secretary motionless, eye locked with a raven-haired man leaning on her desk. "Um...am I interruptin' somethin'?"
Serenity blinked and turned, the momentary spell broken. Mokuba stood up, an arrogant smile across his face, the kind he usually wore when firing someone. "You're not going anywhere, Bolin." He said coldly, turning his gaze to the other woman.
Sheila Bolin smiled forcibly. "Why don't you go into my office, Hun? I'll be there in a minute." Mokuba turned sharply and walked through the door. Sheila shook her head and turned to Serenity. "Gee 'Ren, I don't remember having such an ass scheduled for today."
"Walk in." Serenity mumbled.
"Walk in got a name?" Sheila asked, grabbing some forms. She moved a pair of gold framed glasses off her curly brown hair and settled them on her nose.
"Yeah," scoffed Serenity. "Mokuba Kaiba."
Sheila looked at her secretary. "The Mokuba Kaiba? Last time he was here was after his brother got shot, and he wasn't nothin' more than a kid then." Sheila paused. "You O.K. 'Ren?"
Serenity nodded. "I...I'll be fine."
"Why don't you go home, Ren? I won't make ya deal with Kaiba again." Serenity nodded and began to pack up her things. Sheila turned to her office.
(A/N: Ok before I continue, I wanted to make sure that you all caught the southern accent that Sheila has.)
She walked through he door and Mokuba looked up form next to her bookshelf. "Teach your secretary some manners," he sneered coldly, returning a book to its shelf.
"She's got 'em." Sheila replied. "She just ain't gotta deal with the man who put her brother in jail very often." She gestured toward the couch. "Have a seat please, Mr. Kaiba."
"I prefer to stand," Mokuba replied, absently running a hand through his hair.
Sheila raised a brow. "I believe you were told to sit. My office; my rules."
Mokuba pursed his lips, but walked over and sat silently. Sheila smiled.
"So," she said, taking a seat across from him. "How you doin' Mokuba?"
"Cut the casualties, Doc."
Sheila blinked. Mokuba had not been so blunt the last time they had met. He had been a troubled child, looking for something after he lost the only comfort he ever had. "Mokuba--" she began. He cut her short.
"I'm not a child anymore, Bolin, and I didn't come her to have a lovely little visit with an old 'friend', so spare me the pleasantries."
"They ain't," she coughed. "Aren't pleasantries. I haven't seen you for several years and I need to know--"
He interrupted her again. "I'm Mokuba Kaiba, age eighteen. I own a multi-billion dollar company. What else do you need to know?"
She looked at him evenly. "How many friends do you have, Mokuba?"
"None."
"Why not?"
"It's a waste of time."
"Mokuba! Who is the world told you that?!" He looked away. "Mokuba...do you know who you're acting like?" He stiffened. "Mokuba... answer me!" He shook his head. "Mokuba you're just like--"
"SHUT UP!" Mokuba leapt up.
"Sit down, Mokuba." Sheila said in a soft commanding voice. "We ain't...aren't finished. Why did you even bother to come if you weren't gonna stay and talk to me? Tell me what freaked you out."
"I...I saw him... his eyes, I mean." Mokuba said quietly, returning to his seat. He ran a hand through his hair again.
"Where?"
"I...I was in Seto's room last night...and I ...I was looking in his mirror... and they were there..."
Sheila nodded. "What were you doing before that, Mokuba?"
"I was working on a prototype of mine."
"How many hours have you worked this week?
He shrugged. "Seventy or eighty."
"Seventy?!? Mokuba, do you even breath?"
He scoffed. "That's what it takes to run my company." She let it pass.
"Had you been thinking about your bother at all before the incident?"
"Yes," Mokuba replied after a moment's pause. "I had just gotten my letter that said...he was filing for an appeal."
"Mokuba," Sheila said in a business-like tone. "I think that you're working too hard and becoming an insomniac. It's gonna make you mentally unstable and more prone to these hallucinations. You can bet that they will be pertaining to your brother because that was the most dramatic event in your life. I suggest," she said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. "That you start taking this." she handed him the paper.
"And this is?" asked Mokuba.
"A prescription for Valium (which I do not own nor do I have any knowledge of. I got it from my mom (the name not the pill btw)). It's an anxiety pill." Mokuba eyed her disdainfully. "I suggest you refrain form working late into the night and to get a social life."
Mokuba scoffed at her silently. Let her talk, but no way in hell was Mokuba Kaiba going to get a social life. And he couldn't really stop working. The trial was in two weeks...
A/N: okay I was going to group this chapter with the next one, but this took soooooo long to type.... Well not as long as it could have but still!! I hate to leave with another cliffy kinda thing but I think that every chapter (even the last one) is gonna be partially cliffy to some extent (you can all thank Torn for that by the way when the time comes). So, get ready to be thoroughly shocked in about five or six chapters (I'm estimating so don't count on it.)
So what did you think of therapy 101? I have no idea where I was going with that or with the Maya thing. But I will eventually. (I do not own Maya she is property of Thorn's sister Taffy). See you next chappie. Please R&R!