KENZO TANGE 1943-2005
This chapter is dedicated partially to Kenzo Tange, who died Tuesday on March 22. He was an architect, professor, Pritzker Prize winner, husband, and father. This chapter is also dedicated to Karmila Wati and Samsol Winda, two tsunami refugees who are now wed. And the final dedication goes to approximately 27 schoolchildren in the Phillipines whose cause of death was easing improperly prepared deep-fried caramelized cassava from vendors. The cassava roots were too starchy, the children were poisoned, and they died.
Mokuba was feeling pitiful the next morning. Yesterday's unusual seriatim of events had left him greatly troubled. His dreams had been about the day prior, but they had been were dissonant, vague, and utterly the antithesis of opaque. Basically he had just dreamed of hitting his head on something quite like a brick with his eyes being closed, with Furk chittering nearby. And his head feeling fuzzy.
His muddy reverie was staunched by the holiest, best, most savory thing in the word: Good food. A mouthwatering aroma wafted down the lengthy hall. Mokuba was surprised. Like classical music in a rap theater, good-smelling food just wasn't the norm when dealing with the home of the Kaibas. For that, a cook was a necessity. Always, a necessity…
His appetite whet by the heavenly odor, the formerly-sleepy Mokie sprang into action. The vice president coggled towards the kitchen like Eminem rushing to slaughter Kim. Jaws' theme playing steadily behind him.
Mokuba turned the corner, into the kitchen. There was Seto, nonchalantly sipping his coffee and eating a… hey, that looked good! Was that a donut?
Heyyyyy… Yum……DONUT!
"SETO!" Mokuba dashed into the kitchen. He leapt at Seto and gave his big brother a huge hug. (A/N: Awww… brotherly fluff.) This caused both Seto, Mokuba, and the chair to all fall over. Luckily, the coffee remained intact, sitting on the table with swirls of steam curliqueing from it's caffeinated greatness. And what noise did Seto make during this ordeal?
"Arf!"
Yes, folks, that is the noise that Seto made in surprise when he fell over. Ironic, no?
Mokuba leapt to his feet gracefully, wearing an embarrassed imp's face.
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Somewhere, in the steamy lands of Trug, a faceless imp walked unsuspectingly into the woman's bathroom. The shrieks that followed pierced the air, and the imp ran out screaming its strident apologies.
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"Oops I'm sorry Seto! It's just, ah, 'good morning!' " Mokuba scrambled over to another chair as his older brother rose to his feet in a daze. The donut was in Mokie's hand, then his mouth, then his stomach in less than a minute. :D That's one fast digestive tract!
"I never thought you were a violent person," Seto mused. Mokuba retaliated by making a gross face at his elder brother, stretching his tongue out to almost lick his nose.
"Alright, that's disgusting!" Seto vociferated, throwing his hands up in front of his face as if to shield him from the view.
"Oh, and you eating breakfast in your boxers isn't?" Mokuba laughed at the sight of the distracted polymath, taking the chance to surreptitiously lick the remaining infinitesimal crumbs off of his fingers. There. Donut go bye-bye.
"At least I'm not trying to pick my nose with my tongue."
"Am not."
"Sure looks like it." Seto reached for his donut, only to feel nothing but air. His eyes narrowed and begun to glow red. "Mokubaaa…"
Said boy gulped. "Um, Seto… I can explain."
"Give me back my donut…" Seto hissed, and started chasing Mokuba around the house. Mokuba didn't really mind, since he felt much better. His stomach was full and for once, he had Seto chasing after him instead of him chasing fruitlessly after his elder brother's utmost attention – and still ungiven respect.
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"OOOOO.OOOOO" was the expression on Ryou's face right now. This was… weird.
"…Hi," said the president of KaibaCorp, easy-as-you-please.
"O.O"
"Problem?" Kaiba raised an eyebrow. He rinsed out the chocolate pudding container and threw it into a blue recycling bin.
Ryou nodded lethargically, still in a daze. When he finally got a grip on the current situation, he boldly pointed out something he felt that Kaiba must not be aware of.
"You're in your underwear, Kaiba."
"Ah." Kaiba took a sip of his coffee. "Why don't you tell me about it later when I get back from work?"
"OO Are you going to work like that?"
"It's casual day," Kaiba called over his shoulder with a smirk. He sashayed — sashayed! — out of the room and into the hallway. "Mokuba's in his room."
"Oh… kay…" Seto disappeared into the hallway. Ryou hoped it was to get changed into some decent wear. Why on Earth did his boxers have that… tear…
Ryou tried not to think about it as he made the fifteen minute trek down the Everlasting Hallway of Twilight, as he liked to call it. Otherwise known as The Way To Mokie's Room.
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I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
Your beautiful soul, yeah
You might need time to think it over
But im just fine moving forward
I'll ease your mind
If you give me the chance
I will never make you cry cmon lets try
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
Am I crazy for wanting you
Baby do you think you could want me too
I don't wanna waste your time
Do you see things the way I do
I just wanna know if you feel it too
There is nothing left to hide
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
Your beautiful soul, yeah
"OO Mokuba, are you listening to Jesse McCartney?" Ryou asked dumbly as he entered the room.
"AH!" Mokuba tumbled off of his bed.
"OO Are you reading Lizzie McGuire?" Ryou demanded bewilderedly, picking up the book.
"NO!"
"And is that a sewing kit?" Ryou pointed to said sewing kit. "Mokuba, I could have stepped on a needle!"
"I wish you would have," Mokuba murmured. "If you don't like Jesse McCartney, fine, I'll put something else in." He took out the CD, Beautiful Soul, and put it away in his cabinet. Ryou goggled at the mass amount of CDs Mokuba had acquired over the years. Mokuba dug through the pile until he pulled one out labeled Slim Shady LP.
Ryou looked at the CD cover nervously. The cover showed limp feet and legs sticking out of an open car trunk, while a man wearing black stood out on the dock, getting ready to toss the body into the water.
"Uhhh, what exactly is that?" He sounded doltish.
"The Slim Shady LP," Mokuba said. "It's cool."
Ryou face faulted. "Where on Earth did you get that?" he wanted to know.
"I blackmailed one of the butlers," Mokuba shared gleefully.
"Uhhm… You know, maybe we should just do something else. Like, play video games?" Ryou suggested. There were at least twenty billion sweat drops on his head. He was about to fall over from all of the pressuring weight.
"Can we play Grand Theft Auto III?"
"…Ah," said Ryou, "a g-g-greeeeeeat game to play on… a… Sunday or something. Perhaps before church. Maybe we could eat the chocolate pudding that your brother happened to be eating for breakfast today?"
"Good idea." Mokuba was trying to hide his blush. The shaggy-haired boy hadn't really been lying the other day. He didn't watch Lizzie McGuire. He read it. He had a near-complete collection of all the books currently published. These were kept, along with his sewing kit, in the tiny-large cabinet underneath the TV in his room. Although the cabinet looked small, it actually stretched back quite a bit. Mokuba locked this cabinet when he wasn't sewing or reading Lizzie McGuire, because he wanted to take extra precautions to eschew humiliation. After all, how could any guy (namely Ryou) like another guy (namely him)( who read such chikc books?
He gulped just thinking about it.
"Let's go," he commanded as he stood up. Ryou bowed to him sarcastically before he turned, tripped over his own feet, got up, headed towards the door, tripped again, and finally reached the door, tripping out of it.
Mokuba laughed gaily as he leapt over Ryou and ran down the hall. A minute later, he stopped and waited for Ryou to catch up to him. He was surprised when he heard Bakura talking to the air.
"Thanks for not being such a total pervert today, mou hitori no boku," Ryou said to the ceiling.
"That ceiling is the other you?" Mokuba asked. Ryou's eyes widened and he blushed.
"Eh, sorry."
"I didn't realize that the spirit of the Ring gave you such trouble yesterday. Or that he was gay."
"He'll kill you if you say that again," Ryou said monotonously. "Yeah, but it's pretty nice that he stopped making stupid jokes today. It lets me focus more on having fun hanging out with you."
Mokuba blushed suddenly, and looked at the floor to eschew Ryou's discovery of the pink tinctures.
Ryou himself blushed as well. "Ah… I didn't mean it like that! I just meant that…"
The truth was, that was exactly how Ryou had meant it. Yesterday it had been difficult to fully appreciate hanging around Mokuba because of all the distracting disparagements his Dark had to say. However, this wasn't going to make it easier for Ryou to not feel weird in Mokuba's home. The house itself was huge, and hanging around with somebody who looked so cute (in Ryou's opinion, anyway) just didn't set the standards at "comfortable".
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The afternoon was awkward for both of them. Mokuba hadn't remembered much about what happened yesterday, but he did know that waking up with someone leaning over you, blood dripping from their arms, was not and never would be considered normal. He was going to wait for Bakura to explain what happened to him, though. If Bakura trusted him, he would tell him, right? He wanted Bakura to trust him more than anything…
They were seated on the couch in silence that was broken only by the occasional rupturing laughter that found its stimulus in the bad dialogue of the video game Ryou was watching Mokuba play. The multiple travesties that this video game inflicted upon the English language were severe. Each mispronunciation and dangling participle were like demons wrapping their icy fingers around the gamer's neck. Each incorrectly used grammatical rule was like a sin. They threatened to make a native English speaker's ears bleed under their influence and left the gamer with a numb sense of linguistics gone wrong.
It was, in short, the worst dub job that Ryou had ever seen. Even he could have done a considerably better job at dubbing the travestial video game. And in the end, he felt pissed that some executive moron once saw fit to market this game. That man was probably living a clandestine, shamed life behind the bastion of a paper bag like Michael Jackson's poor daughter.
Mokuba thought it was funny. The humorous knowledge that some poor, misguided sap somewhere might be using this game as an English language study guide was strikingly hilarious.
"All your base are belong to us," the video game beeped.
"Holy Saint Francis! This game's dubbing stinks worse than Napolean Dynamite's plot," the British teen opined fiercely. His chocolate orbs sparked with angry. "Even your English is better than this."
"Are you insulting my English?" demanded Mokuba. Ryou smiled mischeviously, making him look Elven.
"Yes…"
Mokuba made a face. "Fine. We'll turn the game off if it offends you so much." He flicked the on/off switch. The TV screen turned to the last channel they had been on. Unfortunately, Cable had decided to keep its viewers on their fungi-plagued toes by switching around all the channel numbers. And so, instead of MTV, on came…
"O.O Mokubaisthatapornchannel?"
"O.O Umno." Mokuba turned it off. "So, what do you want to do now?" he asked nervously.
" . . Truthfully I have a peculiar yen to return some videos to Blockbuster," Ryou confessed. "Shall we please go?"
Mokuba raised an eyebrow. "You're so weird." Mokuba put on his best false British Monty Python accent. " 'I bet you're gay.' "
" 'No I'm not!' " Ryou protested in his Monty Python accent. "Do you have some videos due back today that you'd like to return, or are you just up for the walk?"
"Both," Ryou explained. "You see, there was an incident."
Mokuba blinked a couple of times. "An incident?"
"Yes, confessed Ryou, and he went on to elucidate: "You see, one time I was with Joey in a Blockbuster. Joey was eating french fries. That's important. Those frenchc fries were a key component in an accidental affair that ends with the manslaughter of one man and the destruction of three copies of LOTR."
Mokuba placed his hand over his heart, his eyes tearing.
"By consequence, every time Joey or I return a video late, the bastards try to add the replacement price of the three VHSes to our late fees. We would've had to pay for the guy's funeral too, but luckily his insurance covered that sort of thing."
"There's an insurance company that covers accidents involving french fries?" asked Mokuba incredulously.
"Yes, although he didn't actually die as much as he faked his own death. He's still alive today in Cambodia. His name is Frank."
"That's a little hard to believe," Mokuba confessed.
"I was paid a forty dollar check in order to believe what I just said is the utmost truth with limpid perspacity. I think it would be nice if we went on a walk, however."
"Maybe…" Mokuba's silver eyes darted towards the window. Soft, yellow light that hailed from a sun hanging in a sweet, cloudless sky. The leaves hanging limply outside his bedroom window didn't stir due to the windless nature of the day. It seemed like a perfect day for a walk.
"Sure," Mokuba agreed, even surprising himself. "Why don't we go?"
Ryou smiled kindly at him. Mokuba grinned back.
He has a nice smile.
Mokuba blushed, unaware that Ryou thought he had a great smile, too. Now, if only he would smile…
"Great!" This is when you now imagine Ryou wearing a suit of armor. "I thank you kindly, small sir, for now I can eschew the war between me and 'The Blockbuster People', or TBP." Ryou gesticulated pompously with his arms as he said this. If you listened to sentence 2 of this paragraph, you'll know that this made a funny squeaking noise.
Furk slipped up behind the pair, situating himself behind Ryou's leg. Ryou shifted, and accidentally hit the flying psycho-squirrel with the heel of his sneaker.
Ryou stood up. "Well, let's get going…" His lilting voice faded off as he saw a tiny puddle of blood on the floor. "Umm… Mokuba, your squirrel bit me."
"Probably just doesn't want us to go away. Can we bring him?"
Ryou thought about this for a second.
Furk bites the Blockbuster employee's wrist before scurrying about causing a general panic. A large shelf falls over with a foreboding 'thump' sound. Ryou can feel his yen bills flying away on wins. Mokuba is in the bathroom or something, so he can't offer to pay for the expenses himself. And of course, there is an explosion in tribute to Sonic19902.
"Erm. Well." Ryou's sweat drop clung heavily to his head. "I don't think that's such a good idea. Let's just clean this and lock him up and flee for our lives."
"Okay."
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Mokuba had been correct in assuming that the sun would be ardent in its eleemosynary act of warming the earth. The light shed upon the shaggy-haired youth's face served to make him look more pensive. Mokuba had never been able to relax during long walks, and right so; the very basic concept of "walking" insinuated that one was going to someplace, unless one was meandering about like a drunken lackey abandoned by its boss. His brother's no-nonsense attitude about everything often translated into a 'hurry, no relaxing' attitude. It was as if Mokuba had no time to smell the roses on this side of the garden because his ice cream was melting on the other side. Mokuba felt anxious and uncomfortable, even on this gloriously gorgeous day. It was a blessing to be outside on a day such as this, but to Kaiba's younger brother it was an anathema – and very boring!
Meanwhile, Ryou was exulting in the mélange of heat and windlessness that warmed his insides. The city he had grown up in had encouraged transportation by foot, so he walked without a nagging sense of it being awkward. To him, Blockbuster was his eventual destination. His main fixation was to enjoy the sunshine. HE didn't get nearly enough time to bask in the sun's warm, almost eldritch glow, as he would've liked. This was easily reflected in the fact that he was so darned pale.
"So, like um... How was school?" Ryou's voice cracked right after he said it. Of all the lamest things…
Mokuba rolled his eyes. "Sucky," he declared.
Ryou shrugged. "Sorry. Whatcha learnin' about?"
"Oh, you know… some crap about Japan's 'rich and beautiful history', to quote my teacher Mr. Hakute-sensei."
"Your teacher called Japan's history 'crap'?" Ryou inquired amazedly. He grinned. Teacher's like that were cool.
"No, he called it 'rich and beautiful' history." Mokuba snorted. "I called it crap."
Ryou's face fell. "Oh. What sort of things are you learning in Japanese History right now?" God, why was he milking this conversation? It sucked worse than Luke Perry in that episode of Family Guy.
"We're learning about the Feudal Era, a.k.a. Sengoki Jidai. All that samurai stuff about daimyous and honor and feudalism."
"Omoshiroi!" Ryou cheered.
Mokuba snorted. "I never found it very interesting. People should create their own legacies instead of studying those of others."
"But the past is a window, see." Ryou was hopping over the cracks in the sidewalk. "If you study the stories of what once was, sometimes you can mirror it."
"Why would anyone want to?"
"Some people do." Ryou immediately thought of Ishizu. "Some people think that history will repeat itself unless we learn from the mistakes of the past."
"Whatever." Mokuba snorted. Ryou's mouth hung slack in protest.
"I just meant—"
"Don't baby me Ryou." Mokuba glared ferociously at the elder teen.
Mokuba Kaiba, above all other things, hated being cosseted like some incompetent third grader. During Battle City, his job as commissioner had been severely difficult due to the fact that people didn't want to take an eleven-year-old seriously. Mokuba had formed a theory that was based upon the proposition that people were only prone to listen to those around the same height as them, if not taller. (This would account for mou hitori no Yugi's ability to captivate people more easily than his shorter counterpart. Or, it could be his cape. One never knew.) Mokuba especially didn't want to feel babied by Bakura. It would make the age gap between them seem larger. And how could somebody love a baby?
Even as the Vice President of KaibaCorp, it seemed like Mokuba always felt that people didn't recognize his imperative. Whenever this happened, he followed a Kaiba practice that had been passed down from Gozaburo. It involved firing people in order to feel bigger. It was very effective, actually.
"I wasn't," Ryou said defensively. "I just couldn't think of anything to talk about."
"You serious? Nothing? That's—"
"Well I meant besides video games. And Yao Ming and white out and and les Grand Concours and my grandmother and Barry Burton's Jill sanwich and where Chris is and wearing sunglasses inside the house and pencil-" DEEP gasp "-bags and 420 and Futurama's final episodes and Bill O' Reilly bloviating and Ayumi Hamasaki and sleeping under the stars and-" DEEP gasp "-ancient evils that live in a ring an have an affinity or predilection for blood, Yugi's hairstyle, whether or not Tristan thinks of himself as a giant hammer, whether he could be USED as a giant hammer, Téa Gardner and yearbooks and and Lord Samuel and how stupid the Titanic is and Lindsey Lohan's atrocities and Vin Diesel's new movie and – actually, no, not Vin Diesel. But also we could talk about Blue Permanent markers and why they're called Sharpies if they're not and why the moon looks full of holes and stuck zippers and sparkly purple finger nail polish and ASPARAGUS PIE!" Ryou shouted/blurted. Mokuba raised an eyebrow at him.
"Finger nail polish? And what's wrong with Vin Diesel?"
Ryou shrugged. "Eh, I was in the moment." Then Ryou blushed and opted to confess, "And I'm afraid of bald people."
Mokuba sweat dropped and raised an eyebrow at Ryou while turning his mouth into an 'O', like this one guy in the "Milkshake" music video by Kelis. "That's sad," he opined.
Ryou nodded in agreement. "Really."
There was an awkward, yet peaceable lapse in the conversation. Mokuba made a small sighing noise. The sun was warming his face and getting in his eyes, so he was squinting slightly. Ryou forgot not to stare at him as this was extremely cute, in a peculiar, bug-like sort of way.
Shivers ran up and down the young Kaiba's spine.
"Mokuba!" his Spidey senses told him, "you be very careful out there today, we're at terror alert orange! Which means something might go down somewhere in someway in some point in time, SO LOOK SHARP!"
American Dad rocks and should be loved. Won't you love it?
Mokuba then realized that Ryou was staring at him.
"oO;;;;;;;;;;;" Mokuba s l o w l y turned his head around. "Um, can I help you?"
"- Yeah you can."
Mokuba face faulted at the innuendo. Random images were floating through his head…There was even background music.
"Here you go little boy," said an ice cream man as he handed Mokuba a monkey.
La la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la la
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy your loving is all I think about
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy it's more than I dare to think about
The monkey tore up the couch.
Every night
Every day
Just to be there in your arms
Won't you stay
Won't you lay
Stay forever and ever and ever and ever
The monkey ook-ooked to a Ricky Martin song in sparkly gray pants.
There's a dark secret in me
Don't leave me locked in your heart
The monkey took over McDonalds.
La la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la la
I just can't get you out of my head
I just can't get you out of my head
I just can't get you out of my head...
Hey, we said they were random. We also did warn you of the background music.
"You can help me by telling me what that sign says over there. I'm afraid I'm near-sighted."
Mokuba mentally blackguarded his wandering thoughts. "Oh… sure." Mokuba squinted. He wasn't sure which sign Ryou was talking about. There seemed to be an awful lot of them.
DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER UNTIL SOMEONE GETS HURT
MY PRICES ARE CHEAPER THAN THE STORE WITH ASTRONOMICALLY HIGH PRICES THAT I PROBABLY MADE UP IN THE FIRST PLACE
VOTE FOR PEDRO
WE BUY UGLY HOUSES… YES, WE'LL EVEN BUY YOURS!
WE LOVE TO SEE YOU SMILE AS YOU EAT OUR FOOD UNAWARE THAT YOU ARE AT HIGH RISK OF CHOKING ON A CHICKEN BONE
THIS SIGN SUCKS
THE BLACK CROWN! BUY FROM US BECAUSE OUR OPPONENT IS A SENILE GRANDPA
KAME GAME SHOP – SENILITY IS LOVABLE!
NO IT ISN'T.
YES IT IS!
HE LIES.
BUY SOME PORN AND BE REBORN! DW'S ADULT VIDEO
I DON'T LIE! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO HUGGLE THE GRANDPA MOTOU PLUSHIES FOR 12.80! THAT INCLUDES TAX! AND, POSSIBLY, SHIPPING!
HE IS SATAN.
LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!
SEE? HE SET MY PANTS ON FIRE. HE WANTS ME TO BURN.
AKIO'S LEMONADE STAND… BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T BUY OUR LEMONADE, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE CRIMSON TO ANSWER TO. JUST LIKE THE LAST GUY DID.
DAWN MISSES YOU!
"o.O Advertisements are weird these days," Ryou observed. Mokuba nodded.
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Bakura fearfully requested that Mokuba push the videos through the return slot for him, and Mokuba did so, sweat dropping the entire time.
"You're such a baby, akachan no Bakura," he taunted. Ryou just glared at him and – out of the corner of his eye – Mokuba saw him press two fingers to his Millennium Ring, as if clandestinely making a point that made him feel better. Mokuba suddenly considered the august-looking pendant. He knew that there was a tomb robber living in it… One that wasn't "so nice". This was the first time he had actually considered it – did Ryou wear it all the time? Did the two of them – so like yin and yang – talk to each other?
Mokuba soon forgot this though, and Ryou stopped acting like a complete scaredy-cat soon after. They walked down streets that were growing steadily more darkling, and Mokuba hated to admit it but he was enjoying himself. Ryou was just acting a little weird today; that was all. Weird… but chipper. Mokuba decided that he liked Ryou when he was chipper. He was funny… and cute, that way.
Ryou lapsed into a silence when they were about half of the way back to the house.
It was probably because of what had happened yesterday… What had happened yesterday? Mokuba wondered.
"I'm sorry about yesterday," Ryou said. Mokuba fell over.
"DEMON MIND-READER!" he screeched. Ryou blinked at him a couple of times.
"Um, excuse me?"
Mokuba blushed with heated embarrassment. "Er, nothing! What about yesterday?"
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"You know… My other self shoved you into the doorframe and you passed out. Then he retreated into the bathroom and… bled for a little while." Ryou tilted his head and smiled at him, an eldritch apathy expressed on his face. "It's really making things awkward, ne?"
"I…"
Wow…
"Oh, and I'm sorry if I was babying you earlier. I'm sorry. It's just that I really couldn't think of anything else to say." Ryou blushed.
"Besides all those other things," Mokuba pointed out.
"Yes, besides those." Ryou grinned slyly at him. Mokuba grinned back.
"Let's talk about Mokuba yelled loudly enough for anyone within a 5 block radius to hear. "Or IT'S MY SCENE/ IT'S MY SCENE/ YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN/ IT'S MY SCENE!"
Ryou doubled over laughing. "O…k…" He smiled. He had been afraid of speaking his mind earlier, but now he decided that joking around would probably lighten the mood – a LOT.
"You would know that commercial by heart, wouldn't you? Adina."
"HEY!"
How can he jump from subject to subject? From bleeding to babying to Barbies? What an odd guy…
He's so hot though.
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Author's note: I really had trouble writing this chapter because not many people reviewed. If you don't review, how will I know what aspects of the story you liked! Please, please, please, I'm begging you, leave a review or two.