A/N Ok so I'm not sure about this, but I want to clarify something. Mel might seem like a Mary-Sue, because she's "perfect". But I have to make it that way, so Mokuba will love her and move along with the story, because if he doesn't, then it screws everything up. Also, as you may of noticed, she isn't pretty on her own, people make her pretty. So as far as you, and I, know, she could be hideous and not pretty at all, people just make her up that way. So if you think she is a Mary-Sue, she might be, but she needs to be. Another thing is that she is evil, and misses her mother, so she isn't all Mary-Sue.
Mokuba and Mel were standing at the top of the marble stairs at the ballroom the school rented. They stood there for a moment, and then everyone turned their heads.
"Whoa, Mel, do you have some sort of spell? Everywhere I go with you something amazing happens," Mokuba observed.
"Well, I have my ways," Mel smirked. She was basking in the awe of everyone, this couldn't have gone better, and tonight is going to be so great.
Mel linked arms with Mokuba with one arm; while she lifted her dress with her other hand. Mokuba and Mel glided down the steps, onto the dance floor. She could see at the corner of my eye that boys were nudging Mokuba, to tell him "nice job".
Yes, nice job indeed, She thought to herself.
"Wow, it's so…so, beautiful. It's, like, magical almost. I mean the dances at my old school were more like, bashes. With wild music, flashing lights, all that jazz, but here, it's beautiful, and peaceful," Mel observed.
"Or, it's just a dance," Mokuba grinned.
She smiled back, "Ok fine, just ruin the great moment why don't you?"
"Sorry, it's just that it's normal like this. It's just another dance. You know you really have to start getting used to this. If your amazed by this then I don't know how you're going to react if you see where I live, or what my life is like. You got to keep up, or keep out," He told me. She never thought she would ever hear that from Mokuba's mouth. He was supposed to be such a sweet guy, she must really be annoying him.
Shit, he wouldn't dare.
"Ouch, sorry if I don't live like you," She retorted.
"Hey, you want something to drink?" He asked, she guessed he was trying to change the subject.
"That would be nice, thanks," She answered. Then he left for the punch.
"Ugh, idiot, idiot, idiot. Ugh, ok. I have to stop, get back to perfect," Mel whispered to herself.
"Are you ok?" A boy came up to her. She thought she's seen him before. Messy black hair, deep brown eyes, crooked smile, where had she seen him before?
"I'm, fine. Why do you ask?" Mel questioned.
"Um, because I just heard you call yourself an idiot, like, three times?" He answered.
"Oh, yeah," She chuckled nervously, "That's nothing, just I, uh, forgot to tell my dad where the dance was, but it's ok, I'll call him later, if he cares," She answered, smiled at herself for the nice improvisation. Mel seemed to do that a lot lately.
"Oh, cool. So you came here with Mokuba? Lucky guy," He stated.
Mel giggled, "Thanks, that's sweet of you." She flashed him a bright smile. She could get used to this.
"No, problem, it's my pleasure. So, where is he anyway? He didn't ditch you did he?" He asked
"Yes, but only to get me a drink," She said, "Who is your date?"
"I find it nice that you think I have one. Well, Hana is my date, but she went to the bathroom, so I don't know how long she will be in there," He grinned.
"Oh," She raised my perfectly waxed eyebrow, "He's got laughs does he? Well don't forget, I'm a girl, so, technically you're insulting me too." They exchanged a lingering glance, Kane smiled.
"Kane! Hey bro," Mokuba appeared out of nowhere, with our drinks.
Kane, right, Mokuba's best friend. I knew that… Mel thought
"Hey, I was just talking to Mel over here. I guess I'll go now though. I must see if Hana got out of the bathroom yet. I mean seriously. You go in, do your stuff, then leave. What more is there to do?"
Mel rolled her eyes, "More then you think, Kane, way more," She told him, leaving some mystery.
"Great. Just when you think girls couldn't get more confusing, they do. I wish I could just go back when I thought girl still had cooties," He joked, and she giggled in response, "See you later guys."
'Wait, do you and Hana want to sit with me and Mel while we eat, I'm hungry. Is that ok with you?" Mokuba offered, the "you" directed toward Mel.
"Sure, I'm not that hungry though, maybe I'll have a little something," Mel responded. Actually she was starving, but she was wearing a very pretty and expensive dress, and all of the food was messy, "And I will even see where Hana is for Kane. I'll be right back… or not." She winked then went off to the bathroom. But unfortunately Hana just came out. Mel wanted to let Mokuba linger a little, to test if he would miss her or something. Oh well.
"Found her," She told them, returning moments after.
"Cool, lets eat," Kane said.
-After eating-
"So, Mel, do you want to, dance or something? Now, I'm not a great dancer, I must warn you, I have a history of giving people broken toes," Mokuba laughed.
"It's ok, these shoes happen to have a hard outer shell. I think they can protect me," She joked.
"Well then, here we go," Mokuba led her to the dance floor. Luckily, a slow song was playing.
He blushed slightly when he put his hand on my waist. She just took it as a compliment, as she put out her hand on his shoulder. Dancing was slightly difficult, because she was a little taller than him, not to mention…
"Ouch!" She yelped, and she lifted up her foot. Mokuba stepped on her foot, and she lied, she didn't have hard shoes.
"Sorry, sorry. I said I wasn't very good," Mokuba explained, with an expression that showed a little grief, regret for dancing, and embarrassment.
"It's ok, I'm fine, just, let me lead," She tried to make the best out of this situation.
She tried dancing again, but Mokuba did live up to his expectations, every three seconds she would wince in pain. This wasn't the dream night she was hoping for.
"Ok, Mokuba, um, why don't we do-" She tried to say, but he interrupted her.
"It's ok, I know I'm bad, let's see what the other people are doing, or we can go outside or something," Mokuba offered.
"Your sweet, whatever you want to do is fine," She said.
"Let's go outside, it's really pretty out," He said, as he led her outside.
Outside was so gorgeous. There was a flower garden and little pathways leading to various places. All the sculpted trees and bushes had white Christmas lights around them, but what was best of all was the little gazebo in the middle. It was wooden and painted white. The floor inside was a chestnut wood, and surrounding it was roses. It was like a picture on a postcard.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" He whispered.
"Yeah, the gazebo is so cute," Mel told him.
"I wasn't talking about the gazebo, I was talking about you," He whispered.
She blushed. He really was a charmer, but it seemed so…practiced, like he had said that line a million times. Or maybe he got that from his brother. It didn't seem like something a 13 year old boy would say at the top of his head. Anyway, it didn't matter if it was "practiced" or not. He still thought she was beautiful, which means he hasn't lost interest in her, thank god…no thank the fashion team. She smiled at her wit.
"I'm glad you're having a good time," He must have noticed her smile, even though she was smiling for a completely different reason,"I was a little worried actually."
"Why?" She asked him.
He walked her to the gazebo, and sat down on the bench in it. He took a deep breath, "Well, to be honest, Mel, I wasn't sure if you would like me. I mean, you're my idea of perfect, so I'd never thought you would like me, ya know. I was just worried you would think this night was bad, and not like me anymore, as corny as that may sounds," He looked down, regretting slightly that he just said that, he didn't want her to think that he was a loser, or desperate.
Then she did something totally unexpected, but totally wonderful; she kissed him.
"Does it look like I don't like you? I think you're a great guy, I don't just say yes to everyone you know," She giggled.
"Wow, I guess you do like me, you know, this party isn't that fun, considering I can't dance, why don't we go to my house, I bet I can kick your butt in video games," Mokuba smirked
There's that 13 year old boy again…
She chuckled, "Yeah, I'd like to see you try, you are looking at the master of all video games here. But its sounds like fun anyway, let's go! Wait…how do we get there?"
"Oh, right…maybe my brother can pick us up, or his driver," He suggested.
"Cool, sounds great,"
"Thanks, Charlie, is Seto home?" Mokuba asked his driver as he stepped out of the limo, Kaiba boys sure do travel in style.
"I'm sorry, but I think he is working late again, I'm not sure though," Charlie told him.
"Oh," He sighed, "Ok, thanks anyway…"
She stepped out of the driveway and was amazed that his house was easily twice the size of hers. What could two boys do with so much room? I can see why m father is envious of them. They had everything. The house itself was like five stories; imagine how many rooms five stories could fill up! There was sooo much land, it's incredible. It was breath taking, almost. I mean her house was pretty big too.
"Amazed again?" Mokuba asked, following her trend of amazements.
"Nah, my house is pretty big too," She answered.
"Oh, that's cool, shall we enter? I'm just itching to see how much of a 'master' you are," Mokuba smirked.
"Let's go,"
They stepped inside and it was nice, but almost exactly like hers. The floors were a white marble, and if you walk straight, you would reach the kitchen with granite counter tops, and professional appliances. Then to the left was the huge living room, with big screen TV, juke box, couch, chairs, etc. Then to her right was the big staircase, pretty sweet crib.
"Would you like a tour?" He kindly asked.
"How long would that take? Five hours?" She joked.
"Well, I'll skip the guest rooms, closets, and maids quarters, unless you are interested in which closest can fit the most shoes," He smiled.
Mel playfully hit him, and laughed, "For your information, I only have two pairs of converses, three pairs of sneakers, four pairs of flip-flops/sandals, and five pairs of dress shoes," She explained.
"Well, that's eleven more pairs of shoes than I have."
"Ok, now you're really going down in video games," They both laughed.
They went through various rooms such as the living room, kitchen, game room, casino room, dining room, sun room, bathrooms, and many others. But what Mel was really looking forward to was Kaiba's room. The door was plainly marked, just his name on it, it didn't seem that spectacular from the outside, and what do you know, it wasn't from the inside either.
His room had a king size bed, a big screen TV a desk with a computer, a night stand, a closet and a couch. Not such a big deal for such a big shot.
"I expected better," She told Mokuba as they entered.
""Yeah, it's not that great, my room is better. But the couch is super comfy, you wanna sit?" Mokuba wondered.
"Sure, I guess," She answered. But as they went toward the couch, they passed the computer area. Mel swiftly, but quietly got a camera from her purse and dropped it, so ir faced the computer, therefore her father could see what Kaiba was typing. Smart girl. Then they sat down.
"Hmm, this is comfortable, I could sleep on it right now, but can I call my father? I didn't specify where we were going after, so I want to tell him I'm here," She told Mokuba as she stepped off the couch. She walked outside and dialed the number her father specifically told her to dial, Damien's number. This was because, he was the head of all planning (besides her father), and also if Kaiba every suspected something, and if he went through her call list, he would never reach Pegasus's number.
"Hey, it's Melody, can I speak to my father please?" Damien's assistant was also aware of the plan. Whenever she would call there, Damien would always be her father. That was if anyone overheard (Mokuba or Kaiba) on her phone, they would think he was her dad, not Pegasus.
"Hello?" Damien's voice bellowed in the phone.
"Hi, it's Melody. I just want to tell you that I'm at Mokuba's house, with him, so you don't have to worry. I might be here for a little."
"How was the dance, did, everything go ok? I wouldn't want you to get in trouble at your first dance?" Damien said.
"No, everything was fine, I wouldn't get in any trouble, and I'm surprised you'd think that?" Mel said, putting her hand over her heart, and trying to sound hurt. What they were really talking about was the plan. Did she do it? Did she get in trouble? But they talked in code words so no one would think anything.
"Ok, ok. Have a good time, thanks for calling, bye," Damien hung up, now knowing how everything went, and would probably report it to her real father.
"Ok, Mokuba, let's go see if you're a sore loser or not," Mel grinned
They stepped inside Mokuba's room. It was a lot cooler than his brothers. It had a king size bed, a big screen TV, a dresser, two closets, a HUGE book case filled with video games and DVD'S, another smaller bookcase with game guides, a wooden desk with a computer on it, nightstand, a mini fridge and snack cabinet.
"Your room is a lot more filled than your brothers," Mel observed.
"Thanks, I guess" Mokuba responded, as he got out the video games.
Mokuba and Mel battled in Disgaea games, and then the Tony Hawk games, all of which Mel won.
"Jeez, you weren't kidding. No one has ever beaten me in any video games, except Seto when we were younger. But still, wow," Mokuba was stunned.
Mel giggled, "Sorry if I lowered your self confidence. I guess you will have to keep practicing. Hey, what's that?" She pointed to the deck of cards on his nightstand.
"Oh, that's my duel deck, for dueling, duh," Mokuba answered. Mel responded with a confused look. "Oh, right, you don't know what that is, ok, well mine isn't that good, because I don't duel anymore. It's not really mine anyway, it's most of my brother old cards. He would never give me any of his good cards, like his Blue Eyes White Dragon! There's only three in existence, well four, but it's a long story, and my brother has all of them. I begged him to let me have one, but he says 'you will lose it'," He mimicked Kaiba's voice, "Seriously though, I bet he would go crazy without it. I mean it's just a card. Oh well."
"Oh, cool. You know, it's getting late, and I should get going, sorry. I really had a great time tonight though," She said, while getting up, "Your one of the nicest and coolest boys I ever met. I'll call my driver and go home."
"Ok, I had a really great time too. I'll see you in school. Here, I'll wait with you," He offered.
"Ok," Mel agreed. They stepped outside and sat a bench and waited there with the crisp December air blowing in their faces. Then a car pulled up for Mel.
"Bye Mokuba, thanks for a great night," She whispered and then gave him a quick peck on the lips, before jumping in the car. Mokuba just stood there stunned.
-In the car-
Mel dialed Damien's number, and asked the assistant from him.
"Hey, it's Melody, I'm in the car, Mokuba isn't here," She spoke.
"Ok, so how did it go?" Damien asked.
"I met up with Kaiba, and made up a stupid excuse to get in his office. I put a camera and microphone on his desk there, they didn't expect anything. I also put a camera facing Kaiba's computer at his house, so we can see what's he's typing. Oh, and one more thing. I'm going to steal his Blue Eyes White Dragon Cards."