DISCLAIMER:I DON'T OWN A DAMN THING!
"So, now what do you want to do Mokuba?" Kaiba asked as they left a restaurant. Mokuba suggested going to see a movie, and Kaiba agreed.
'It's nice to hang out with Mokuba with out being around those idiots.' Kaiba thought angrily. He thought again what Carol had said to him. 'She's not my fucking superior, if anything I should be telling her how to treat her friends and what not.'
--At school the next day--
Carol came into her class and took her seat next to Bakura. She'd tried her best to cover up the bruise she had that was hard to lie about, for the fact that they were in stripes like fingers. She put some makeup on it then in the end just wore a long sleeved shirt under her uniform. She got away with it in all her other classes. This being the last class, she thought she was home free.
"Ms. Isikawa, have you read the student handbook?" The teacher known as Mr. Nolton asked her.
"Um, I've skimmed over it but I don't have it memorized. Why? Was it homework?" Some of the kids snickered.
"No, I was referring to your obvious violation of school dress code." Carol glanced at her shirt she heart suddenly pounding in her chest. "Please go to the bathroom and remove it now." Carol had no choice but to leave. As she threw the shirt into her locker she pulled her cover up out and did her best to get rid of the abrasion on her arm. She sighed and figured it looked good. 'Only if someone looks really close up at my arm they can tell.' She headed back into the class to see all the kids measuring things.
"Mr. Bakura, please fill your partner in on our assignment." Bakura told Carol that they were measuring different things around the room and then converting them into different measurements. Carol nodded, keeping her arm away from Bakura's looming gaze.
"I already did the first few things. So next is...each of our arm's length from elbow to finger tip." Before Carol could react Bakura grabbed her right arm and plopped it onto the desk. Carol yelped in pain as he had gripped her bruise. Bakura removed his hand taking with it the cover up, and reveling what the make up was for.
"..." Bakura opened his mouth to talk but noticed that Mr. Nolton had made his way over toward them and now walked over to their desks to inquire about the noise. Carol put her arm down by her side, and Bakura told the teacher quickly that he accidentally pinched Carol's finger. The teacher bought it and walked off. After that Bakura stayed oddly quite as they both finished measuring everything.
Mokuba came into the high school and headed toward Carol's locker. She was still teaching him piano and was her ride home on these days. Carol had quickly packed her book bag and make-up hoping to avoid Bakura, which availed rather hard as they shared a locker. She reapplied it and met up with Mokuba in the hallway.
---Later that night---
"I'm home," Kaiba said as he entered the house. He walked around the
corner to see Mokuba and Carol sitting at the piano practicing.
"A sharp." Carol sang in tune with that note as Mokuba played it.
"I always get that one note wrong," Mokuba shook his head as he continued to read the music. Kaiba walked over past the piano, it was by pure chance that he glanced at the girl and saw something. He stopped realizing what it was, and then quickly shuffled out of the room.
"Mokuba-bed." Kaiba ordered as he walked back into the room. Mokuba nodded then stood up from the piano, as well as Carol. "You, stay here."
"I have a-" Carol began then stopped herself. Mokuba said goodnight and ran up the stairs. Kaiba watched him go and then returned to living room. But Mokuba was cleverer than that, as he returned from the hallway and sat at the top of the stairs. It over looked the foyer and also proved a good place to listen in.
"What am I standing trail for?" Carol growled. Mokuba was luckier than he thought as he noticed the two shadows being cast onto the foyer floor.
"Oh please, you think every time I want to talk to someone alone they're being accused?"
"Well why else would you want to talk to a lecturing bitch like me? Did I do something wrong? Like breath the wrong way?" Carol crossed her arms, careful to be gentle. Kaiba sat down in a chair and motioned her do to the same. Carol sat down on the piano bench and turned her head away. Kaiba heaved a sigh and got up from the chair. He stood in front of Carol, then kneeled down and looked up at her.
"This..." Kaiba took her elbow in one hand and her hand in his other. "Is what I wanted to talk about." He stated simply staring up at her. She tried to pull her arm away gently but Kaiba didn't let her.
"What about it? Its a bruise, nothing more." Kaiba took his hand off her elbow and placed it over the bruise, letting his fingers barely touch the girl's skin. The marks matched his fingers and he stared at this. Mokuba breath seemed to hitch as he stared at the shadows, unmoving.
"I didn't think I...could. I mean I know I can but, I just didn't want to, actually...I...It was an accident really. I didn't-" Kaiba blurted out. Carol finally pulled her arm out of his clutches.
"Yea, I hear you. Bye," Carol took off for the door, leaving Kaiba sitting there. Mokuba watched as Carol grabbed her book bag stuffing her books back into it. Kaiba stood up and walked over to her, crouching again down to speak to her. Mokuba lowered his head and scoot away from the edge of the steps.
"Carol, I..I'm sorry. Really I am. I didn't want to hurt you," Kaiba watched as she zipped up her bag and stood up.
"I'm sure you didn't Kaiba," Carol looked at him for a minute more then left. At this point Mokuba stood up quietly, to see Kaiba plop down on his butt and run his fingers through his thick brown hair. He stepped away quickly and rushed off to his room.
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