Coming of Age
AN: I'm sorry for the late update again, but I've made up for it (I hope) with a bit of sap for you romantics. We're still not quite ready for sex yet, but we're getting there. You can punish me anyways for being lazy... by reviewing and telling me I'm lazy! So... I don't own ipods. I don't even own one, so don't sue. Chappy six, Impromptu Feelings.
"I think your broom closet is the size of my bathroom." Mai said dryly, closing the door to the said broom closet.
"Where do you think she went? She can't be too far." Mokuba said. Why had Serenity run away? Sure, I didn't want to see Duke in the nude, but I'm a guy. And straight. Unless... is Serenity... a lesbian! Mokuba thought for a moment. Among other things this meant the Wheeler family produced only gay children. Guess there wasn't going to grandchildren. Then a chilling idea hit him. Was it his fault? Because of the kiss?
"Hello, Mokuba? I asked you a question." Mai waved a manicured hand in front of his face. Mokuba looked at her blankly. Solemnly she held out a hand for him to shake and said "Hi, I'm Mai. You might remember me?" Mokuba chuckled.
"What is it?"
"She would go somewhere she felt comfortable. Has she ever been here before?" Mai asked. Mokuba thought about and nodded slowly.
"Yeah, she was here last week with Joey. Seto had on of the maids take her to the kitchen for some water... The kitchen isn't far from here. I bet that's where she is." Mokuba led Mai to the kitchen, where they found a gaggle of slightly distressed kitchen staff and Serenity sobbing into the chest of a pretty maid who was named, if Mokuba remembered correctly, was Mimi. Mimi looked up at him and shrugged.
"I don't know what's wrong exactly, but it's pretty clear she's upset."
Mai collected Serenity from the befuddled maid, glaring at Mimi as if the metaphorical daggers could actually kill her, or at least cause serious injury.
"Now, honey, what's wrong?" She asked the sobbing girl, the gentle tone contradicting the angry face she was still giving Mimi.
"I didn't want to see him naked!" Serenity wailed. "Penises are icky!" There was a long pause in which Mokuba tried to figure out whether or not to be offended. Then Mai started to giggle.
"What about my strap on that you like so much, hmm, sweetheart?" Mai laughed. Mokuba tried to be invisible and imitate a tomato at the same time.
"But that's different! It's detachable, and... stuff... doesn't come out of it." Serenity protested. There was another long pause in which Mokuba pondered the possibility that he had been born in the Blatant Homosexuality Capital of the World. "And you have boobies." She added. Mokuba smacked himself in the head. Mai laughed.
"Mokuba, do you have some where we could talk privately? Preferably with a bed?" Mai asked, giving him a wink. Mokuba rolled his eyes and led them to a guest bed room, then returned to his party.
In his absence an enthusiastic game of spin the bottle had been started. The teenagers had located more rum punch and several bottles of Mike's hard lemonade. They had gone from tipsy to outright drunk and seemed to be working on hammered. Tea was complaining loudly about not being kissed yet while the others cheered enthusiastically as Duke ravished Seto's mouth (excluding Bakura, who was too British to allow himself That Sort of Behavior). Mokuba settled himself between Bakura and Tea, ignoring the spot offered by Yugi.
After Duke had detached himself from Seto everyone began ragging Bakura, on whom the bottle had not yet landed and whose turn was next. Tea whined that the bottle hadn't landed on her yet either, but everyone ignored her. Bakura moved forward, blushing as lewd remarks were fired left and right, and spun the bottle, moving quickly back to his seat. The bottle spun around and around and around...
Mokuba looked at all the assembled, drunken teens, wondering which Bakura would prefer to kiss. Tea, since she was the only girl? Though she was annoying. Perhaps Bakura liked blonds? If that was the case he'd want Joey. Joey was really loud though, so if Bakura liked the silent, stoic type... he'd go for Seto. Or maybe tall, dark, and handsome was Bakura's thing. Duke. Bakura might not like them tall; maybe a small, delicate body was what got him going. Yugi. Mokuba was having difficulty explaining the feelings of jealousy that were spreading through him. Bakura could have a fetish for bad hair-styles...
The room went quiet. Mokuba checked to see which way the bottle was pointing and found himself staring down the bottle's neck. It's me, he thought. The bottle's pointing at me. He looked up at the white haired boy sitting next to him, whose cheeks were turning pink. Before anyone could move, Bakura ducked down and pressed his lips to Mokuba's, who opened his mouth in surprise. This was misinterpreted and instead of disturbing the apparently straight Bakura it encouraged him. A warm (and, Mokuba reminded himself, unwelcome) tongue darted into his mouth as a slender arm curled around his waist and a hand cupped his cheek. Then those chocolate eyes closed and Mokuba's followed suit automatically. His tongue had begun to join in and his arms had started to twine themselves around Bakura's neck when the cat-calls brought him back to his heterosexual senses.
Staring around at the others Mokuba began to panic. They think I'm gay, they think I won't mind, and Seto's gonna be all over me now... Then his eyes locked once again with Bakura's. He was smiling happily, reaching for Mokuba's hand. Mokuba stood up and ran out the large French doors to the large balcony. There he made a sharp right and, now out of sight of the room and its occupants, ducked behind a potted plant. The party followed him out, all clearly concerned. At least, all but Tea, who was whining she hadn't gotten a turn.
"Shut up and find my brother, or there will be no more sex tapes for you." Seto told her. She sniffed and began looking.
"You can buy your own sex toys then, Kaiba." She said, peering over the edge of the balcony. "Do you think he could have jumped?"
"Don't be morbid." Joey told her, shooing her toward an arrangement of wicker furniture. "Check over the edge." He murmured to Duke and Tristan after she'd moved away.
"What was wrong?" Yugi asked. "It was just spin the bottle..."
After fifteen minutes of fruitless searching, Seto announced his decision to go back inside.
"Mokuba will return once he is ready." He told the others. "Meanwhile we will play pin the tail on the donkey."
"Ooo, blindfolds!" Yugi squealed, and everyone hurried back inside. Everyone but one teen who would have made a good Mrs. White in the movie Clue, if he had been the right gender.
"You can come out now." Bakura said addressing, to all appearances, the potted palm Mokuba was crouched behind. Mokuba stood, shamefaced.
"How did you know?" He asked. Bakura shrugged.
"Call it the James Bond in all Brits."
"James Bond liked women." Mokuba pointed out. Bakura began to laugh, but stifled it so as not to alert the others.
"Come now, what straight guy is that popular with women? Girls have this sort of homosexuality detector or something." He asked. Mokuba considered it and came to the conclusion that fictional characters made bad analogies. He was popular with the girls at school and he was straight.
"What was bugging you?" Bakura asked kindly. Mokuba blushed, but tried to answer honestly. Bakura was being nice and friendly, not trying to seduce him.
"I was uncomfortable with how far it was getting, and with a guy no less." He said clearing his throat nervously. Bakura nodded slowly.
"So, guy issue aside, you'd like to take it more slowly? Perhaps a movie, or a few drinks? Or..." Those soft brown eyes lit up. "Would you like to dance?" Bakura asked, offering a hand. Mokuba gapped at him, searching for words.
"But there's no music." He said blankly. Bakura dug in a pocket, producing from its denizens an ipod.
"Here." He said, inserting a little earphone into Mokuba's ear, then one into his own. He started a song. Mokuba recognized the melody of Someday You Will Be Loved, a favorite song of his.
"One, two, three. One, two, three..." Bakura counted, guiding a slightly confused Mokuba in a waltz around the lawn furniture. Perhaps I should have just said no, Mokuba thought dizzily as Bakura spun him across the balcony. It would have avoided this impromptu dance lesson. And these impromptu feelings.