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Chapter Four: The Inconspicuous Linen Closet
Mokuba's determination wavered for a moment. Dramatic vows were all well and good, but, it didn't help the fact that he hadn't the faintest idea what he was doing. So far, charging Sakura hadn't worked, nor had trying to wake up Seto… Perhaps he could lure her away and take his brother somewhere she wouldn't find him. It was plausible; she didn't seem all that bright. That seemed a good start; it was better than anything else he'd done so far. Mokuba set off, once again, in pursuit of his brother.
Sakura, meanwhile, had relocated to a spacious sitting room on the first floor. She sat happily on a plush sofa with Seto flopped against her shoulder. The demonic teen babbled happily about popular bands, celebrity gossip, herself, clothing, makeup and herself.
A great advantage to having a listener incapable of thought or speech is that they are very unlikely to object, argue or attempt to change the subject. Rather unluckily for Seto, that was all Sakura cared for in relationships. Mary Sues are singularly selfish creatures; they do not appreciate intellectual simulation or challenges, if it means that someone is going to criticize their carefully constructed view of reality.
"So, I think I'll maybe get this awesome silk handbag I saw earlier… 'Cause, like, money is no problem, right?" Sakura twirled her divine hair on her fingers, and winked coyly at Seto, who was staring blankly at the opposite wall. "Tee hee, I thought so!"
She carried one like that for quite some time. Had she been allowed, she would have planned a shopping trip costly enough to empty out the bank accounts of three Seto Kaibas. Fortunately for Seto and his bank roll, she was thwarted, more or less, by the same maid who had met her at the door.
"Uhm… M-miss Sakura," The poor woman was shaking like a wet puppy. "You're going to be, err, taking care of Master Seto from now on, correct?"
Sakura considered this for a moment, then hopped up, bobbing her head like a hyper pigeon "Oh, yeah! Totally!"
"Taking care" of anyone had not been part of her original plan, but had just then decided that the idea of caring for someone so obviously helpless would be very fluffy and romantic. She chose to ignore the fact that it had been her BeLt that put her charge in his pitiable state. Besides, if it got boring, she just get rid of him and move on … Sakura giggled sadistically at the thought.
"Yes, I, err, thought so… Uhh, then I should probably acquaint you with, umm, some things that might help you… With that… The kitchen and medicine cabinets, and-" The maid was cut off by an excited squeal.
"Eeeeeeee! Show me, show me!" Sakura linked arms with the maid and scuttled out the room with her in tow. As they left, the maid winked at a large decorative vase next to the sitting room door. Mokuba poked his head tentatively out from behind the vase and returned the gesture.
Phwew… It's going according to plan. I just hope she can keep Sakura distracted long enough.
Mokuba waited a moment, to ensure that Sakura was well gone before he made his move. As soon as she and the maid had gone round a corner he blasted from his leafy cover and into the room. He found his brother much the same as before: staring dully at nothing in particular. He didn't bother to wake his brother; it would take up to much his precious time. He simply grabbed his hand and turned to leave. As he had hoped, Seto followed docilely behind him.
"Good. C'mon, Seto." He charged back out the room, down the hall, around the corner and into a service corridor. He quickly found what he sought: a linen closet. "In you go…" He shoved his brother unceremoniously into the closet and started piling sheets on him. Seto lay crumpled on the floor, not even registering the ragged dish cloth that landed on his right ear. Mokuba noted with a wry sort of amusement that Seto had never been half so co-operative before.
Mokuba stood back to survey his work. It looked like… a linen closet. A messy linen closet piled with disorganised sheets, towels, dishcloths and old curtains, but nevertheless a perfectly inconspicuous linen closet. A place Sakura would never expect to find her "hot and sophisticated" boyfriend.
Now that his brother was safe, he had all the time in the world to get rid of Sakura. Mokuba was certain that Sakura's weird powers came from the belt she wore. The belt with the same eye-symbol as Yugi's pendant. What had Yugi called it? A Millennium Item? It had been something like that…
So it must be one of them… That makes it easy! I'll just steal it, or something, and she'll have no powers! Maybe I should get the security dogs to chase her out after that…
It is a generally acknowledged fact that Ignorance is Bliss. Ignorance and the bliss it induces are very dangerous things, especially in this case. Mokuba was quite ignorant to the demon that hid behind Sakura's face, and was confident and happy in his lack of that dire knowledge. Confident in a quick ending that was not likely to come. Happy that his brother would soon be back to normal. Unfortunately for him, that kind of bliss is fleeting.
Sakura headed happily back to the sitting room after being seen around some of the more obscure first aid kits and medicine cabinets in the mansion. The last thing she expected to see was an empty, Seto-free sofa. As a great wave of irrational Sue-violence overcame her, the lovely façade she had worn melted away once again, leaving her dark, greedy true form in sharp relief. The demonic creature, foaming with fanatical rage stormed out of the room in a jealous search for her missing-in-action boy toy.
Mokuba was on the second floor landing, which was a good vantage point to watch anyone coming or going around the mansion. He sat perfectly still, waiting for Sakura to show herself. She did show herself, and rather more forcefully than he expected.
"Eeeyaaaargh!" Sakura burst of the corridor that led to the sitting room, staring wildly out of rolling eyes.
Mokuba stood for a moment, gawping stupidly at that vision of adolescent evil, only recognisable by the belt and clothes she wore. He managed to tear his eyes away just in time, and scrambled a safe distance away to somewhere she wouldn't see him. Stealing that belt was going to far more difficult than he had thought.
Flash! Flash, Flash! FLASH!
Sakura began to fire off teh BeLt at random. At lack of any maturity or rationale, Mary Sues will generally turn to the astonishing powers they give themselves to solve their problems. Unfortunately for their canonical targets, it usually works.
"Ack!" For the second time that day, Mokuba Kaiba was swallowed by a Plot Hole.
Some time later, the vile Hole spat him up again. Mokuba sat quietly on the floor, listening for any sign of Sakura. The mansion was quiet.
Okay… Is that a good thing? I have to make sure she didn't find Seto…
He got up and started to run towards the stairs, but he tripped on something.
"Oww! What was…?" Mokuba stared down at his feet. Instead of his usual running shoes, there were ugly, gaudy sandals made of what appeared to be gold. When he examined them more closely, he saw the same eye-symbol as Sakura's belt.
So…I have one to too, now? A Millennium Item? I bet I can use these to beat Sakura! Just I wish I knew how I got them…
What Mokuba didn't know was that his Millennium Sandals came from the Plot Hole he had just been released from. It is a fact that the better part of Mary Sues get their own superfluous Items from Plot Holes of their own creation. If one falls into enough of them, one will surely find a Millennium Item in them. Another important thing about Sue-made Items is that even as the eighth overpowers the original seven, the ninth Sue- Item will overpower the eighth, and so on. Mokuba had just gained a great advantage, unbeknownst though it was.
Mokuba Kaiba, new wielder of the Great Yet Rather Pointless Millennium Sandals, set off to the linen closet once again.
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Dun Dun DUN! Sorry for the amount of time it took me to finish this. I was on holiday for a week, and half dead of jet lag when I got back, so there you go… I know, it's stupid to bring in yet another Millennium Item, but figured the best way to LoggIck was with more LoggIck. Eyup. I think the next chapter will be the last one. I hope, anyway…