Reflectshipping (Rebecca x Vivian)

(Sorry, this isn't Refineshipping...I missed this one, and I have to fill in the hole. Sorry there's so many of these fill-in ones! My shipping list was incorrect...)


Rebecca smacked a huge gob of peanut butter onto her bread, and started to spread it furiously.

"You look like you're trying to kill it," said the voice of Rebecca Enemy Number One.

Rebecca shot a glare at Vivian, without dimming her intensity in sandwich making. Vivian smiled innocently at Rebecca, but the effect was lost when the smile twitched more towards a smirk. Rebecca stabbed the knife into the peanut butter jar and ripped open the jelly jar. She plunged a spoon into it, imagining for a brief, indulgent moment that the spoon was a knife and the jelly was Vivian. Then she practically smashed the jelly into the other slice of bread.

Why was Vivian sitting there, exactly? There were several other empty picnic tables in the food area of KaibaLand.

Vivian reached for the peanut butter jar. Rebecca hit her hand with the jelly spoon.

"Ow!" Vivian said. "Hey, what's the big deal? I'm hungry."

"Bring your own food. I don't have any more bread," Rebecca said.

Vivian sniffed.

"Fine. I don't want your uncouth American food anyway."

She turned up her nose, but she didn't move from the table.

"If you're hungry, go buy yourself something to eat," Rebecca said.

She ripped a bite from the peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Don't feel like moving," Vivian said.

Rebecca glared at the Asian woman as she swallowed her too large bite and nearly choked.

"Go away," she said.

"Are you trying to enforce American stereotypes?" Vivian drawled.

"I don't like you. Go away."

Vivian smiled sultrily, and leaned forward across the table.

"I think you're just jealous," she said.

"Go away," Rebecca said stubbornly.

"Because we both know that I've got the better body between us. The more maturity, you could say."

"Go. Away."

"And we both know that Yugi's more likely to take an interest in my chest than yours."

Rebecca paused midbite of her sandwich. She stared at Vivian, scrunching up her eyes in a glare.

"Tell me, what's the square root of twelve hundred and seventy two?" she asked.

Vivian blinked, thrown off guard.

"Huh?"

"Don't hurt yourself," Rebecca said, tossing her hair. "It's thirty five point six seven, rounded to the second decimal point. Try this one: when did the War of 1812 end?"

"Eighteen twelve?" Vivian guessed, looking more confused than before.

"Eighteen fourteen," Rebecca said. "Name a trap that doubles as a monster."

Vivian scrunched up her nose in thought.

"Embodiment of Apophis, and Metal Reflect Slime, are just two possibilities," Rebecca said. "Look at you. You don't even know about that. And you're a professional duelist."

"You –"

"Oh, but I suppose it doesn't really matter. After all, I'm sure that Yugi, a gaming master who loves to talk about game strategy and history, who has told me personally he wants to major in archaeology, will completely overlook your lack of a brain. Because you have such a nice body."

Vivian's eyes were on fire. She was gripping the table so tightly that her nails were digging into the wood.

"That tongue is going to get you hurt someday," she hissed.

"That brain is already hurting you," Rebecca said, grinning.

Vivian bit off an exasperated scream. After one last glare, she stormed off. Rebecca watched her go.

Then she took another bite of her sandwich. Feeling extremely pleased with herself.


A/N: I love Rebecca. I love little geniuses. They're so snarky. XD Next is finally Refineshipping (Mai x Pegasus).