a/n: I know, people with flaming torches are coming after me! Ahh! Come on, read this chapter if JUST for the perverted material... I mean, well-written fluff... yes...
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Part Four: Four Beers
Something like this has never happened before,
My life has changed, right now!
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"S-stop staring at me..."
"I'm not staring at you."
Again, the sound of the grandfather clock's heavy ticks penetrated through the room, hardly overpowered by the occasional rustle of paper. However, these sounds were drowned out again as the woman spoke once more.
"Stop it!" There was a heavy slam as her book hit the coffee table. Blood pounded in her ears and for a second, she wondered why she couldn't hear anything except for that silent laugh he was sending her with his eyes. She hated that silent laugh -even now it scared and annoyed her.
"Stop what?"
"You keep staring at me!"
"And if I am?"
"...I can't concentrate..."
He raised an eyebrow and finally sat up. Extending his arm, he picked up her book and flipped it over to examine the back. "Hmm...Sweet Dreams?" he said, his eyes quickly running over the pink text. "'Belinda the tooth fairy must save jerk CEO Greg from turning into the Boogyman...'"
"Give me that!" She reached for the book but missed when he lifted it above his head, instead landing in his lap.
"Well, Belinda, think I'm turning into the Boogeyman?" he asked, his hands creeping up her torso and thumbs choosing to rest on her chest.
"You are the Boogeyman!" she cried out, trying to pry herself away from him. In return he gave a Machiavellian smile and pulled her closer to him. One hand sifted through her hair, forcing her to give him a far from reluctant kiss while the other hand slipped under her shirt, fingers resting on the lace of her bra.
"You don't need to concentrate..." he whispered when he pulled away for air. Nuzzling her neck, he pushed her down onto the couch and was about to kiss her again when a frightened wail broke the sensuous moment.
"Reika!" Serenity cried out, pushing Kaiba off of her with force he didn't know she had. In a flash she was gone, leaving only her book and perfume as a reminiscent of her presence.
"Damn kids..." Kaiba muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I liked it better when she was a maid..."
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"Uhm... red!" Rebecca answered after a moment's thought. "And you?"
"Blue."
"Blue?"
"Well, you probably couldn't have said that you saw a blue elephant."
"What if it was night? The shading would make the elephant appear as if it were blue."
"And at dawn I'm sure the elephant would look red."
"It would not!"
"Would so."
Unable to control herself, Rebecca burst into laughter. The bizarre topic had originated when Mokuba randomly asked her what would be the strangest color for an animal to be -it may have been instigated from the goats they had passed by, though. Yet whenever she questioned Mokuba's choice of color, he would spin the question back on her and antagonize her own choice. And such a face! Those amethyst eyes darkened until they were near black and lips curled almost maliciously. Mokuba's determinism was just too much for her -whenever he had his mind set on something, he could be as stubborn as his older brother.
"How is your brother?" she asked when her laughter has subsided. Mokuba gave a half-hearted shrug.
"How? What do you mean by 'how'? How is my brother in bed?"
"Shut up!" Rebecca smacked Mokuba on the arm and in return, the car swerved dangerously on the rural road. Rebecca shrieked and ducked but when she lifted her head, she could see that Mokuba had a Cheshire grin on his face.
"Psych," he said, turning to her briefly.
"I hate you!" Now she held no restraints and hit Mokuba repeatedly on the head but that grin of his failed to fade. When she exhausted herself, she huffed and folded her arms, a slight pout on her cherry lips.
"Are you ignoring me?"
She said nothing.
"Okay, okay... Sorry, that was bad of me."
She was still silent.
"Well, let's see... Seto is... I guess stressed. He doesn't tell me anything, other than the occasional complaint about Serenity or the kids. Heh, he doesn't really have time for me, though, y'know, being married and a father and all..." He waved his left hand dismissively while he spoke, steering with his right hand. "It's okay, though. I love college, my friends... Heh, but I think I spend more time with Serenity than Seto does. Well, I did. God, she's going to kill me when I get back home..."
"Why?"
The abruptness of the voice caught Mokuba off guard and he swerved the car slightly. "Oh, well, I... it's nothing. Hey, what's been going with you? America must be awesome."
"It is... I have my Masters in Developmental Psychology and ... well... I think I may pursue another degree, just because I'm still pretty young. Uhm, ever since Grandfather passed away I've been staying with my mother. She's... well... Let's just say that we're quite different from one another." The howl of wind was suddenly too noticeable, as was Rebecca's subdued expression.
"Well, Bunny, you're with me now so you can forget anything that is troubling you. Just relax and in no time, we'll be...we'll be..." The car began to jerk before Mokuba could finish his sentence and then it stopped altogether. He turned the key futilely a couple of times but the car refused to even offer a little cough.
"Well..." Turning to Rebecca, he began to laugh but it instead sounded like bizarre hiccups. She inched away from him.
A few minutes later, they were walking side by side through a field while carrying their respective bags.
"I can't believe this..." Rebecca muttered although knowing well that this wasn't Mokuba's fault.
"Sorry, Bunny...But hey, the scenery is what we came for, right?" Playfully he nudged Rebecca who sighed in response.
"What's with this whole 'Bunny' thing, anyway?" Rebecca demanded after a few minutes. "Do I remind you of a rabbit or is it some sick derogatory name?"
"No, no... Uhm... I dunno. You just seem like a bunny."
"Really..."
"Really! I lub joo, Bunny!" Mokuba began to lean toward her and his fingers expanded and contracted like those of a needy child's while his eyes glinted with something she would rather not place.
"Gah! Get away from me!" Rebecca screamed, swapping her suitcase at him. When it missed, he darted away with her close on his heels.
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"Mokuba's missing as well?" Jennifer cried out, giving Kira a frantic look. She turned back to Tatsuya. "Do you think... they're..."
"Together...?" Tatsuya smiled wolfishly. "Oh yeah."
"Leaving the two of you together...alone..." Heather said slowly, her eyes moving suggestively from Tatsuya to Takeshi. The cogs in her mind began to work and she grinned evilly while she imagined something unmentionable.
"That's not it!" Takeshi cried out, quickly turning red. "What's with you?"
"Shouldn't you be asking yourself that--"
"Uhm, I think we should find Rebecca and Mokuba..." Kira piped up. "I mean... Rebecca doesn't like him very much and Mokuba, well..."
"Oh god, she's probably killed him already!" Jennifer cried out, tugging on the ends of her hair.
"Knowing Mokuba, she probably did!" Tatsuya agreed.
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Exhausted, Mokuba and Rebecca had quit with their antics and were dragging themselves through the field. Dusk had already transcended to night and the formally mild weather had become quite cold.
"I think we should sleep here..." Mokuba mumbled, finding it difficult to keep from collapsing and falling asleep on the spot.
"Here?" Rebecca looked down to see a delightful mix of grass and mud beneath her feet. "Let's not."
"But I'm sleepy!" Mokuba whined, stopping abruptly. Rebecca, however, extended none of her sympathy and continued walking.
"Then sleep!"
When silence followed her, Rebecca wondered whether Mokuba had in fact opted for a bed of grass and dirt. However, when she glanced back he was standing and staring off into the distance.
"There's a house," he said when Rebecca took a step toward him. "Actually... a house and I think a barn."
"A house!" Elated, Rebecca began running in the direction Mokuba pointed out with him following closely behind.
It was the stereotypical example of a post-marriage dream home -quaint, small, a full flowery garden and with a white picket fence surrounding it. Rebecca's smile widened when she opened the half-moon gate and Mokuba had a feeling she was trying to restrain herself from running in mad circles and squealing.
"Do you think they'll let us stay here?" Rebecca asked, her hand clinging onto the knocker and holding it mid-air. She turned to face Mokuba, a braided pigtail swinging over her shoulder and her eyes sparkling like river water. He could feel himself involuntarily flush and he coughed in order to cover up his discomfort.
Since when had she become so cute...?
"Of course!" Mokuba resounded, arms spreading theatrically open. "I am Mokuba Kaiba, after all." He followed with a triumphant laugh, which was soon cut short with Rebecca's rebuttal.
"People living on a farm probably don't even know who the hell you are."
I take it back, she's so not cute.
Her hand lowered the knocker, following with two more quick thumps before she released it and took a step back. A good couple of seconds later, the door was opened and a woman greeted them with a bewildered look.
"Please don't tell me one of the cows escaped again!" she exclaimed, opening the door wider and leaning out, feet perched on the ledge.
"No, no! Actually, we were wondering--"
"I'm Mokuba Kaiba," Mokuba intervened, pushing Rebecca out of the way. "And you, my dear, are quite stunning, if I may say so." He held his hand charmingly out to the woman and when she placed hers in grasp, he lifted it up to kiss it lightly. The woman flushed like a burner and started to give random giggles like a teenage girl.
"I'm married!" the woman chattered, burying her face into her hands. "Uhm, what brings you here, Mr. Kaiba?"
"Ah, I'm glad that you asked. You see, my wife and I--"
"What the he--"
Mokuba turned around briefly to give a warning glare to Rebecca before returning to the woman. "My wife and I are vacationing here and our car seems to have run out of gas. So, we're a bit stranded at the moment, so we were wondering whether--"
"Of course you can stay here!" the woman cried out and before Rebecca and Mokuba knew it, they were being pulled inside of the quaint little house. Rebecca was forced to endure tea with the fluttery woman while Mokuba spoke to her husband about the arrangements.
If there was one thing Rebecca hated in the world, it was ignorant people. As she sipped delicately at her too-sweet tea, the woman rambled on about her life as a farmer's wife and the joy of being married. She didn't seem to know anything about the politics of her country or any scenery -in fact, she didn't even seem to know anything about farming. She did, however, know enough about television.
"I really hope Gideon ends up marrying Raquealla," she was rambling, moving her hands widely as she spoke. "I mean, really! They've been dragging this storyline on for three years -and I've been so nervous throughout!"
Rebecca nodded politely although she had no idea what this woman was talking about. At this point she had completely shut the woman's voice from her mind and was thinking about happy things, like Freud and his theories about mental development. If he was correct, the only thing preventing her from falling asleep on the floor was her superego.
But how she desired instant gratification in the form of silence and sleep...
"Bunny!" Mokuba called out, poking his head into the living room. "You comin' to bed?"
"Bunny...!" The woman turned wide eyes to Rebecca. "That is so ... romantic! Piotre, why don't you call me something cute like that?"
"I think 'Cow' is good enough..." came a heavy, barely comprehensible mumble. Rebecca snorted but quickly covered it up with a cough.
"Well, it's been nice talking with you," she lied to the still fuming wife. The woman suddenly smiled warmly, changing gears like a radio station.
"Of course, dear! Ooh, in the morning, I'll show you the fashion magazines from here! They're wonderful!"
"I'm... looking forward to it..."
She never thought she would be grateful for Mokuba's intrusion and found herself latching onto his arm. "I want to die..."
"She couldn't have been that bad..."
"Oh, she was!"
A sudden squeeze around her shoulders reminded Rebecca about whose arm she was on and she quickly detached herself. "So, they had a room?"
"Yeah, I've already paid the guy and he said that he'll refill the gas tomorrow at no cost. Er...but about the room..."
"It's so cute!" There was a lighthearted pink and white scheme to the room, with strawberry patterns tastefully on the curtains and quilts. When she drew back the curtain, she gasped at the mountain scenery. "I can't believe they don't sleep in this room!"
"Yeah, it's great..." Mokuba dropped his bags by the bed and sat down. "So, I'm exhausted."
"Me too." But when Rebecca turned around, her smile vanished. "There's only one bed."
"Uhm, yep."
"So are you sleeping on the floor?"
"...No."
"I'm not."
"Who said that you are?"
"Then where are you going to sleep?"
There was a heavy silence, two pairs of eyes focused on the bed. When they met, the cerulean pair widened in anger.
"No way. There's no way in hell I'm sleeping here with you!" Rebecca cried out. When she stormed past Mokuba, he managed to grab her by the arm.
"Then where the hell are you going to sleep?"
"I'll find somewhere!" she hissed, slapping Mokuba's hand off from her.
"Listen, you have a room right here, stop being a pain!"
"You don't understand anything, do you?" She gave a sardonic laugh. "Actually, I would be surprised if you did become a decent human being!"
"You know what? Go! I don't care where the hell you sleep!"
Rebecca's eyes widened, seemingly taken back. "I'm going...!"
Mokuba collapsed face-first into the fluff of pillows and waved a hand. "Buh bye! Bye!"
With a final irritated huff, Rebecca turned on her heels and left the room.
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The residents of the home were asleep by the time Rebecca attempted to seek them, so she was forced to wander around to find somewhere to sleep. Her journey led her to the barn, which she discovered was unused. It had the pungent smell of hay and dirt within it and she found herself reeling.
"Get used to it, Rebecca..." she muttered to herself. Sleeping on a cold haystack in a dark barn was better than being in bed with Mokuba, wasn't it? Pouncing onto a rough stack of hay, she quickly convinced herself this.
Half an hour later, she was shivering and rocking back and forth in an attempt to keep warm. Her breath came out in white clouds and she couldn't feel her nose.
"Woooow, Bunny, you have great taste!" a sudden voice rang out and against her will, she turned to the sound. Mokuba waltzed in, as cheerful as ever, with his bag over his shoulder and a broad smile on his face. "I mean, it's so cozy, so bright!" He bounced over to her and hovered his hands over a nonexistent fire. "Ouch! Hot!"
"Shut up..." she mumbled, turning away from him. There was a tap on her shoulder.
"Bunny, I'm not going to let you sleep in this barn alone. You can have the room."
"No, it's okay, I like the barn." She was never the type to accept pity. Mokuba stared at her with an unreadable expression before shrugging and falling back into the hay stack.
"Okay, well... now that I'm here, nothing can go wrong! Nothing!" His fist cut through the air in a declaration of power but with that act, they both noticed tiny white flakes descend from the barely patched-up roof.
It was snowing.
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"We're going to freeze to death...!" Mokuba cried out, continuing to shake Rebecca by the shoulders. He had been lazily shaking her for ten minutes now but she refused to budge.
"At least I'm taking you with me!" she hissed, beginning to feel dizzy. The rocking suddenly stopped and surprised, she turned around to see Mokuba rummaging through his bag, which she had affectionately dubbed his 'hobo-bag'. Really, with the amount of money he had, he could have at least afforded to buy a less ripped knapsack. Those stitched band names and rebel-like slogans weren't helping, either. A moment later he pulled out a dark brown bottle and unscrewed the cap.
"What is that...?"
"Life." Tilting his head back, he took a swig and his face crunched up in ecstacy. "You should have some too if you want to keep warm--"
"Are you mad?" she demanded, scrambling away from him and his bottle. "I don't drink, and you should feel ashamed of yourself!"
"Whatever..." He rolled his eyes and took another deep sip while Rebecca looked on, revolted. When he pulled back, he stood up and walked to an upright barrel. There he placed the bottle with a hollow thump and then returned to his respective haystack. "If you die, it's not my problem." He then curled into a half-ball and was soon asleep.
"Tch, what an idiot..." Rebecca muttered, brushing melting snow off of herself. Drinking only led to acts of stupidity, not to mention that alcohol tasted horrible. She couldn't imagine the desire to drink something that tasted like liquid fire.
However, it was pretty cold...
And Mokuba seemed pretty content and warm...
She bit her lower lip. Her libido was going to win, and her superego willingly collapsed.
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"Nngh... Seto, I don't wanna look after those brats..." Mokuba mumbled, half-consciously feeling someone poking him on the shoulder. The prodding moved to the cheek, pinched his nose, an even weight on his stomach and then his guts were crushed entirely.
Almost.
"What the hell?" he cried out., attempting to spring up but finding himself gagging instead. The weight became more evenly distributed, knocking the wind out of him momentarily, and he could feel a warm heart beat on top of his chest, a familiar pressure and smell lavender. Forcing himself to open sleep-encrusted eyes, he shouted when he met with Rebecca's face, no more than a few inches away from his own. Her layered hair was set loose and the strands tickled his enflamed cheeks while her full lashes batted innocently.
"...What is it?" she asked, her voice slightly slurred. Her hands ran up his arms and then pressed down against his chest as she tried to sit up. "You don't like me here?"
"Bunny, I think you need sleep--"
"Ugh! Sleep!" She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head. "No, no, no!"
"It's late and --woah, woah, woah!" He had certainly never imagined, in his wildest dreams, that Rebecca Hopkins would kiss his neck without him instigating anything...and it had just happened. However, 'kiss' was too innocent a term for what she was doing and as much as he tried to protest, he found his eyes closing and mouth emitting a low groan.
"Fuck, Becky, don't..." Reason overpowering desire, he grasped onto her shoulders and pushed her away. "What's gotten into you?"
"...You don't love me?" she asked, her voice shuddering, and her head lowered. Then, she got off of him and began to run out of the barn. Alarmed by her fluctuation in mood, Mokuba got up and started to follow her, but not without noticing the empty bottle of rum lying on the floor.
She had drank the entire thing.
Faster than he thought he could ever run, he followed her trail and stumbled to catch her.
"Becky! Becky!"
"Go away!" she responded, now already quite far from the property. The night's wind caused Mokuba to shiver and he wondered how she was faring, considering that she was already in the process of... taking her clothing off?
"REBECCA!" he shouted, increasing his pace and hoping his legs wouldn't combust. His furious howl seemed to have stopped her halfway through unbuttoning the front of her dress and she stared at him before giving a mischievous smile.
This night, Mokuba realized, was going to be endless.
"Rebecca, no," he said, feeling like his brother -a parent who had no control over his children but thought his voice could do the work for him. The woman surprised Mokuba, then, when she began walking towards him, her fingers straying down her body to play coyly with the buttons on her dress.
"'No, no, no',"she mimicked in a high pitched tone, her fingers running up the length of the buttons. "What's gotten into you, Mokuba?"
Once face to face with him, she stroked several strands of his unruely ebony hair and then trailed her fingers down, grazing his neck and then his chest. "Isn't this what you wanted from me?"
"Rebecca, I--"
"Why not anymore?" She was so close to him and now she was inclining her head up, waiting for him to seize her lips. They had kissed before, hadn't they? But there was something about now that made it so wrong.
Mokuba's hand raised slowly and he clamped it onto Rebecca's cool arm. But instead of embracing her, he turned the other way and began to drag her back to the house.
Insulted, she pried his fingers off from her and began to run again. Rebecca had enough stamina to run for at least ten minutes and when he had finally gotten a hold of her, she had pulled him violently back and the pair crashed into the icy pond behind them. The shock seemed to sober Rebecca for a moment and she grabbed onto Mokuba, who cried out as he sunk under the pressure of the woman. Without thought she climbed over him, taking care to bounce on his head while crawling onto the damp grass.
Coughing, she felt woozy and ill, therefore not realizing it when Mokuba crawled out with an irate expression. Ignoring her, he reached immediately for his sopping backpack and pulled out a familiar bottle. Quickly he unscrewed the top and with a vengeance, quickly gulped down the contents.
The alcohol worked quickly on him and he tossed the bottle out into the field, stumbling back and reeling slightly.
"Ah, Mokuba..." Rebecca whispered, putting a hand to her head. "I don't... feel...Ah!"
"Does it seem like I care?"
He was standing with each leg entrapping her body, his own body hovering above hers. When he leaned down, she leaned back and he smirked before brushing her lips with his. She was trembling and he could feel her body coursing when his hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down onto the ground. She didn't say anything when he lowered his soaking body onto hers, but her eyes were tightly shut. For a moment he relished her body, her dress plastered to her body and revealing every curve she possessed and her cheeks flushed with either passion or alcohol, he couldn't tell.
"Hey, why are you so afraid now?" he whispered against her neck, peeling her dress open until it reached the buttons still tightly shut. His tongue flecked at the droplets against her neck, which tasted like the fields and the night, heavy and earthy.
"I... I'm not..." she stuttered, slowly opening her eyes. Their gaze locked before Mokuba took her lips with his own and kissed her as if he were consuming her. For the first time in a while, he didn't care that his hands were pressing against her breasts and his thumbs impatiently pushed away more fabric from the partially opened bosom of her dress, trying to unveil the tender flesh. Her own fingers were sliding up under his shirt and although he had been touched by women before, he felt himself shudder.
"I'll never hurt you, Becky...Never..." he mumbled into her mouth, his other hand entangling in the mess that used to be her braided pigtails. He pulled his shirt off and although it was snowing, neither of them felt cold.
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The next morning, Rebecca awoke to a sensation as if someone had sent a sledgehammer to head repeatedly and a slight sensation of nausea. Sitting up, she winced and tried to make the world focus. When the images began to de-fuzz, she realized that she was in the room that she refused to share with Mokuba. Her eyes drifted from the flowery wallpaper to the bed itself, where clothes were strewn. And these were not just any clothes -these were the clothes she and Mokuba were wearing last night.
Heart pulsing, she glanced down at herself and started when she realized what she was wearing -Mokuba's shirt and nothing else except for her underwear.
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A/N: And since you guys asked for it, I've once more done reviewer responses on my livejournal. The link should be up on my profile page. Until the next chapter!