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Part Three: Three Trains
You're such a beautiful girl...
And I'm such a youthful boy.
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"That kiss was so romantic!"
"Up until he dropped her, ha ha."
"Oh yeah, that was the best part!"
"No, no, when he showed up Rebecca for trying to humiliate him!"
"Uhm, maybe we shouldn't be talking about this in front of her..."
Silence fell upon the gaggle of girls as three pairs of eyes shifted to the seething creature walking ahead of them. She seemed to be emitting a frightening demonic aura and walked with her fist clenched and each step deliberate, as if she was stomping on a certain someone's body.
"Really, I wonder why he's so interested in her..." Jennifer said softly, more to herself than to anyone else. However, her words did not go unnoticed.
"BECAUSE HE HATES ME!" Rebecca shouted out, stopping in her tracks and trembling. When she turned around, the girls were met with a psychotic glint in her eyes and a small, deranged smile. "He... he just wants to ruin my life... Force me to admit that he's the sexiest man alive but I'd RATHER DIE!"
Last night, Rebecca had been unable to sleep and instead spent the night trying to figure out the perfect way to kill Mokuba Kaiba. Of course, by morning she had lost her original purpose when debating whether a tiger or lion would be more effective to tear Mokuba apart. She would simply say she was taking him to a zoo and then when he suspected it, she would shove him into the lair of one of the beasts. While he screamed, she would happily walk away, acting like nothing happened, and maybe get some ice cream. Not orange, of course, she hated oranges. Maybe chocolate, because it was comforting, or strawberry, because she'd be wearing pink and it would match...
"So what really did happen between the two of you?" Heather's voice suddenly broke into Rebecca's reminiscing. Rebecca flushed, wondering why her thoughts were so rampant. Usually she had a clear, analytical mind, but just remembering that she had actually considered having Mokuba killed by animals was a clear sign that something was very wrong with her.
This was all Mokuba's fault! He ruined their relationship, he ruined her vacation, and now he was ruining her brain!
"Nothing!" Rebecca snapped, not caring that the single word was her answer for everything lately. Jennifer muttered something to Heather and in return, Heather released an exasperated sigh and voiced, "Fine!" in an irate tone.
"So, who's up for some sight-seeing?" Kira piped, stepping up in front of them and waving a map like a white flag. "I kinda wanna see this bakery-"
"A bakery? That's so boring!"
"Well, we have to leave for Budapest tomorrow..." Kira said softly, pouting slightly. "I...I just thought we should make the most of it here."
With that statement, she was immediately glomped by Jennifer, who proceeded to squeal about how cute she was. When Kira began to protest, Heather and Rebecca joined in the harassing. The three girls were all playfully pinching Kira's plump chocolate cheeks when Rebecca felt a light tap on her shoulder.
Rightfully weary, she turned around hesitantly to see Mokuba standing with his two attractive friends behind him, a solemn look on his face. Her defenses immediately went up while her friends' defenses shattered.
"Rebecca..." Mokuba began but stopped when he noticed Rebecca backing up and attempting to hide behind her friends. The girls, noting Mokuba's sincere expression, pushed Rebecca gently forward until she had no choice but to face him. "Rebecca," he continued, his voice low and solemn. "About yesterday, I'm really sorry. It was irresponsible and cruel of me. I don't think I could ever make it up to you, but please accept this." He then raised his left hand which held a beautiful red poppy. Rebecca, suddenly touched, found herself reaching for the flower.
"It's... it's okay..." she said, a small smile coming to her lips. Meeting with Mokuba's gaze, she found him smiling back at her.
"Great," he answered, his usual casual tone returned with its touch of arrogance. And before Rebecca realized it, a small torrent of water hit her in the face. Immediately, Mokbua burst out laughing and his friends joined in.
"I can't believe you fell for that!" he cried out, letting go of the flower. The synthetic feel to the flower then registered in Rebecca's mind and her fingers trailed down until she felt the plastic pump.
The trio quickly ran in the opposite direction, laughing like the morons they were. Rebecca remained in shock for a few seconds until she felt Heather's hand sympathetically placed on her shoulder. Furious tears then welded in Rebecca's eyes and when she realized she was still holding the damn fake poppy, she chucked it to the ground and crushed it with her high heel.
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"Mokuba, you're a dead man," Takeshi managed between laughs when they rested on a nearby bench. The dead man himself shrugged nonchalantly and leaned back, supporting himself with his hands firmly placed on the bench on either side of him. "I can't understand why you're so mean to her, though."
"She seems stuck up," Tatsuya commented, the cigarette in his mouth waggling as he spoke. "Those glasses, braids, not even showing her navel...I mean, you'd think for an American blonde she would be pretty lose, ya know?"
Unknowingly to the two men, however, Mokuba tensed up.
"That Heather is pretty hot, though," Takeshi said, punching Mokuba playfully on the shoulder. "Why don't you stop making that librarian chick's life a living nightmare and go after her friend? Or even the foreign girls! That's what we're here for!"
There was a short pause before Mokuba answered by standing up. "I'm gonna go get some fresh air," he said, sending a disapproving look to Tatsuya, who responded by puckering his lips and blowing Mokuba a smoky raspberry.
While he walked, he could feel the fury inside of him building. How could his own friends speak so rudely about Rebecca? Just because she didn't act like a slut it didn't mean that she was not girlfriend material!
Suddenly, he found himself laughing.
He was such a hypocrite. After all, he was the one that screwed everything up between them in the first place.
But then why was it that he couldn't let go of her?
His thoughts were interrupted by his cellular phone vibrating in his back pocket. Half consciously, he answered it without checking the caller ID and was rewarded by a familiar screaming on the other end.
"MOKUBA KAIBA!" the demon voiced and had Mokuba been a cat, one of his lives would have withered on the spot.
"Ah... wrong number!" he said in a fake East Indian accent and quickly pressed the end button.
God, that was a close one.
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"I was so close!" Serenity exclaimed, staring at the phone as if she could sight the whereabouts of the younger Kaiba. Her husband responded with a sigh and swiveled slightly in his chair.
"Maybe you shouldn't be yelling at him when he picks up the phone," he suggested in a dull tone. Serenity, unaffected by his comment, nodded her head slightly.
"Maybe."
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The next five days went without any more encounters between the two groups. Rebecca and her friends were happily in Budapest, Hungary, drinking in the sights, filling the memory in their digital cameras and purchasing countless souvenirs. The city was beautiful, although Rebecca personally had desired to see more of the country-side (whatever remained of it).
In their last day, they had visited the scenic caves and dined at elegant little cafes. At three in the afternoon, their train left for their next destination, and Rebecca was busily making the most of her last day in the city.
"Rebecca, we're going to wait for you in the train," Heather explained to Rebecca, who was currently within a small souvenir shop planted near the train station.
"Sure thing!" Rebecca smiled and shooed Heather off. "I can handle myself!"
She had been a lot happier these last couple of days and couldn't wait until they discovered the rest of Europe and its inner beauty. This trip was the best idea Heather ever had -even if the beginning of it was ruined by an unexpected meeting with a certain unmentionable someone.
Why the hell was she thinking about him?
She frowned and put the massive chocolate bar in her hand down. Her eyes scanned the store until she saw a quaint cowbell, almost the size of her hands put together, hanging from a silver hook. She was admiring it when the door was roughly pushed open and none other than the Dragon Prince himself, Mokuba Kaiba, came waltzing in.
"Hey, got any nice hunting knives here?" he asked the storekeeper, who then lead him to a glass case. Pretending Rebecca didn't see him, she dug into her purse for her wallet and quickly counted the amount of euros she had.
"How's this one?" Mokuba was asking when Rebecca returned her attention to him. He was tossing the cased knife in the air and catching it expertly.
"Very good," the store keeper said, although it didn't seem like he really cared.
"What about this one?" Now Mokuba made the motion as if he were tossing the knife.
"Also good."
"Excuse me, Sir, may I purchase this cowbell?"
"Certain-"
"Wait, wait!" Mokuba interrupted, holding his hands out in front of himself. "He was helping me first, so you must wait until I'm done."
"I'm going to miss my train!" Rebecca exclaimed, glancing feverishly at her watch.
"Well, whose fault is that?" Mokuba picked up another knife. "This one?"
"Mokuba!"
"Mmm...maybe this one..."
"Fine, be that way!"
She picked up the cowbell and tossed the entire contents of her coin purse on the counter. "Is this enough?"
"Sure is, Ma'am!"
"Good!"
Dashing out of the store, Rebecca was met with a horrid sight.
The train was pulling out.
"Wait!" she screamed, attempting to run after it. However, it was too late. She watched dismally as it disappeared down the track, containing not only her friends, but her luggage as well.
"Man, this knife is awesome," Mokuba was saying when he clomped onto the platform behind her. "Good thing I got one for Seto -he loves this junk. Would you have thought, Bec-" He froze when noticing the distraught expression on Rebecca's face. "Hey, what happened?"
"The train..." She feebly pointed to the direction it had gone.
"Wha...? You don't mean the 3 '0clock one...?" Mokuba slowed down when the realization hit him. "Wait... wait... that was... that was my train. And all my stuff is on it... And you've also missed it which means..." Suddenly, he began to chuckle. "This is great! We're stranded together!" His chuckle mutated into an psychotic laugh and in turn, Rebecca began to cry.
It took the ever ignorant Mokuba a few moments to realize that she was sobbing hysterically -the only clues being the strange whining sound that began to pierce his ears. Desperate to stop the wailing, he grabbed the cowbell from her fallen hands and began to ring it around her head.
"Ding ding! Listen to the nice bell!" he said in the syrupy and somewhat stupid tone he used when dealing with his infant twin niece and nephew. Rebecca, however, simply wouldn't stop wailing.
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"If we just take the scenic route and travel to Slovakia, we'll be able to catch the 8:30 train in the morning and meet with them in Romania by tomorrow!" Mokuba explained half-an-hour later, slapping two tickets against his palm while he walked from the ticket booth. His grin was met with Rebecca's glaring eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" she exclaimed viciously. With a huff, she grabbed her cow-bell and heavily clanged while she stalked away. Mokuba couldn't help the smile that crept onto his lips.
"She's so cute..." he said to himself and began to follow her.
"Becky..." he called out while she refused to turn around and face him. "Becky! Becky bunny!"
"I can't hear you!" she growled.
"Well, considering that you answered me, that means that yes, in fact you can hear me!" Mokuba deducted, triumphant. The only response from Rebecca was a snarl. Letting out a sigh of exasperation, Mokuba decided to give this his last shot.
"Bunny, you gotta listen to me, I never meant for this to happen, just let me make it up to you-Ooh."
While he had been speaking, Mokuba had been reaching out to grab hold of Rebecca. However, his aim was terrible and luck not-so-good, and the result was the back of Rebecca's powder blue summer dress being torn open.
"A-at least your bra matches with your... uhm... shoes?" Mokuba lamely said when Rebecca cast a horrified look over her shoulder to see the damage. Shrieking, she ran toward a telephone post and plastered her back to it.
"Becks, I did not mean for that to happen!" Mokuba hurriedly said, wincing.
"Go."
"Becky, really, let me make this up to you-"
"Go!"
"Rebecca, I really didn't want-"
"GO!"
I'm gone!"
And with that, Mokuba darted as far from Rebecca as possible -but not without leaving his leather jacket at her feet.
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"Hey, c'mon!" Rebecca was shouting futilely at passing cars. "A lift, someone? Anyone!" Her thumb was beginning to feel sore and she wondered how hitchhikers could ever become professionals. For one thing, she knew she was far more attractive than them. For another, did she look like the type who would hack away at someone with an axe?
She had been standing at this corner for an hour, but not a single driver even bothered to spare her a glance. She was more than ready to throw in the towel, but as fate had it (and she was gradually discovering Fate had a grudge against her), there was a familiar wailing sound and before she knew it, the cops had pulled up.
"Hitchhiking, Ma'am?" the tall one with a brown mustache, which seemed like a caterpillar, asked.
"N-no," she stuttered, finding herself withdrawing slightly. "I'm in a bit of a mess, actually. I was on an inter-rail trip with some of my friends and then I missed the train because of this idiot and-"
"ID?"
"Excuse me?"
"Do you have ID on you?"
"My ID is on the train."
"Ma'am, we're going to have to take you down to the station-"
"There you are, Snugglebuffin!"
"AHH!"
Rebecca was glomped from behind by none other than Mokuba Kaiba, whom the two police officers looked at with amusement.
"I'm sorry, good sirs," Mokuba excused, releasing Rebecca and extending his hand to shake with each of the officers. "My name is Mokuba Kaiba and this is my wife, Rebecca Kaiba."
With the statement, he wrapped his arm around Rebecca's shoulder and squeezed her too tightly for her comfort. She was about to deny the entire thing (she would rather go to jail than have to pass off as that moron's wife) but was prevented when Mokuba smothered her face against his chest in an oxygen depriving hug.
"Oh honey, snookums, sweetie, darling!" he cried out passionately, pretending to cry. "How did we ever get separated!"
"May we see your passport, please?" one of the amused officers asked. Mokuba gladly took it out and handed it to him. With a nod, he gave it back.
"Ah, so you're the one that runs that gaming company," he said. "I could let this go -after all, my son is a big fan of yours."
"No problem -just give me your address and I'll send him some demos of our new game."
Excitedly, the officer fumbled for some paper but then opted for writing on the back of a parking ticket. Rebecca, meanwhile, was kicking Mokuba's shin in an attempt to make him let go of her. To her chagrin, she could actually feel the well developed muscles beneath his shirt just by her face being forcibly pressed up against it. Not to mention that she couldn't breathe.
"Thank you! Thank you! Sayonara! Baka no Yaro! Hentai!"
"Uhm, you're welcome!" the other officer said nervously, probably creeped out by Mokuba's wide smile and the strange fact that he hadn't released his 'wife' yet.
Once they had driven off, Mokuba released Rebecca who promptly began to attack him with any limb available to her.
"You moron! What the hell did you think you were doing? Who the hell do you think you are, anyway? If they-"
"Shut up!" Mokuba shouted and instantly, Rebecca found her mouth closing beyond her control. "Just shut up!" With each statement, he took a step toward Rebecca with his finger jabbing at the tense air between them. "I could have left you here! I should have left here! In fact, I should call them back right now! All you do is bitch, bitch, bitch!"
Rebecca opened her mouth but found herself closing it again. This was the first time she saw Mokuba lose his temper and it was certainly heart-jolting.
"Now come on."
He began to walk up the street where a red convertible was parked. Rebecca was prepared not to follow him, but once intense look from him drove her scurrying toward him. She mustered up the most cold expression she could when sitting next to him and in return, he scowled at her. They drove in silence for a few minutes until Rebecca found her will crumbling.
"I'm sorry..." she mumbled, her statement barely audible over the rushing wind passing above them.
"What?" Mokuba asked, although from the smile on his face, she knew he had heard. "What did you say?"
"I'm sorry!" The smile seemed infectious.
"No problem, Bunny. I guess we're even."
"Yeah. I guess we are."
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a/n: You darling, darling reviewers! Mokuba plushies for all! Haha, I wish...Anyway, sorry if this chapter is a bit short. The next chapter will certainly make it up, if you like wonderfully perverted material.