Author's Notes: Hey! I actually had time to write! Lol, ah the joys of college. Anyway, same disclaimer, don't own anything recognizable. Enjoy!

Update: 5/18: Hey guys! Okay, so loooong overdue for a repost. I've had several people alert me to a couple proofreading problems and I finally had the chance to fix it. Thank you for letting me know! And so, I present a chapter where Mokuba's friends aren't having an identity crisis. Lol. ^^

Chapter 2

"Okay. I win, we see the new Freddy vs Jason. You win, we see the new Bond movie."

Mokuba rolled his eyes and wandered off as the two guys from the library duked out the movie choices. The cool New York wind ruffled his hair as he looked around at the crowds around the Rave Movie Theater. Teens, families, college students. A little girl of about eight tugged at her mommy's hand in the ticket line, urging her to hurry. A teenage couple hung all over each other, trying to decide what to see. He grinned and shook his head.

Just then, a flash of red caught his eye and he turned to see a young, attractive woman with bright red hair and a taller, equally attractive young, black woman, walk into the theater. He narrowed his eyes through the glass, following them.

"Theater twelve." He glanced at the board behind the ticket counter. "Bond movie, guys!"

"What?" Ted froze with his hand still in a fist from Rock, Paper, Scissors. "We still got one more round!"

"Yeah, but I wanna see things explode. Let's go. Buy the tickets."

"Oh fine. Spoil sport."

The other guy, Rodney, just grinned.

"You're just sore you were gonna lose."

"Oh shut up."

A few moments later, the three were on their way to theater twelve, large popcorns, drinks, and armfuls of candy in tow.

"Okay, where ya wanna sit?" Ted whispered.

"I don't care," Rodney muttered back. "Just somewhere away from the back. I don't feel like hearing that all movie."

"Huh? Hearing what?" Mokuba raised an eyebrow at them. "On second thought, I don't want to know. Let's sit over there." He headed to the upper middle and sat down, a convenient two or three seats away from the young ladies. Rodney spotted them almost immediately and laughed.

"That's why you wanted to watch this?" he whispered, sitting down.

"Shut up," Mokuba said, elbowing him. "I'm experiencing American culture. Bond is an icon, right?"

"And that's totally why they're here. Face it, Moku, girls come to a Bond movie for one reason and it's not you."

"What is it then?"

"Fanservice. Same reason I come, actually."

"Be quiet, you guys," Ted whispered from Rodney's other side. "If I'm going to have to sit through this, I wanna actually hear the dumb actors."

Mokuba and Rodney threw popcorn at him.

"The movie hasn't even started yet," Rodney shot back. "A hot dog is singing. You need quiet when a hot dog is singing?"

"Okay, dude, you've seen waaay too many chick flicks. You've Got Mail is, like, eighties."

Mokuba heard the girls giggling quietly and he smiled at them.

"They kidnapped me, I swear," he whispered. The redhead, the one sitting closest to him, pouted in mock sympathy.

"Aw, hate it when that happens."

"Dontcha though? Ruins your whole day."

"Makes you late for everything."

"I know! Had a pedicure and everything lined up for tonight too."

The woman giggled and turned bashfully to her friend, who playfully smacked her in the arm. He leaned a little closer just as the lights went down and the previews started.

"I'm Mokuba," he whispered.

"Katie," she whispered back.

"Nice to meet you."

"You, too."

All three of their friends shushed them and they turned back to the movie.

Two and a half hours later, the movie let out and the teens gratefully took the chance to stretch their legs.

"Dude, that movie was awesome!" Ted clenched his fists and started punching out an invisible bad guy. "The way he flipped the car and then he went bam bam bam—"

"Yeah but he killed the car," Rodney said sadly. "They always kill the car. It was so pretty. Right, Mokuba?"

Mokuba jumped when Rodney elbowed him in the side.

"What? Oh, yeah. Car was hot, sad it died. What happened to those girls?"

Ted laughed and punched Mokuba in the shoulder.

"You are so pathetic. Always trying to pick up some girl."

"T, when was the last time you had a date?"

"Three months ago. Why?"

Mokuba shared a glance with Rodney as they headed out of the theater.

"Yeah, on that incredibly sad note, I'm gonna go. See you guys later."

"See ya." Ted waved at him, already dancing down the street to the music in his head. Rodney just rolled his eyes.

"Later, Moku. It was fun."

"Yeah, we'll have to do it again sometime." Mokuba waved at them then turned to go the other way down the street, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Too bad. Katie seemed really nice.

Gradually, the crowd started to thin as he made his way to his car a few blocks over. Joey always gave him a hard time about parking so far away but he would rather walk than fight traffic. And his brother would kill him if he messed up one of the cars.

"Get away from us, you creeps."

Mokuba paused mid-step and turned towards a nearby alley. Five figures stood just out the light of the streetlamps, two, no, three women, and two men.

"We don't want any trouble," one of the women on the right said. "Just give her back her Ipod and we'll go."

"Hmm…no." A man on the left threw down something and Mokuba heard what he supposed was the woman's Ipod crunch under his boot. He frowned. Well that wasn't necessary.

"Excuse me." He stepped a few feet into the alley. From here, he could see their faces more clearly and he blinked when he realized Katie and her friend were the two getting harassed. He smirked.

"Something I can help with?"

Katie laughed nervously.

"We're fine here, kid. Just finishing up here."

"Who's your friend, Lebeau?" The woman standing with the two men folded her arms. "Another one of your mutie freaks?"

Mutie freaks? Mokuba's eyes widened and he looked at the three a little more closely. Underneath their denim jackets and pale blue headbands, they wore white t-shirts emblazoned with FOH.

Friends of Humanity. Crap. One of the most radical anti-mutant terrorist groups in history. I thought they were all gone.

"Come on, Katie. You two promised to have ice-cream with me, remember?"

"That's a wonderful idea," said Katie's friend. "Come along, Katherine."

"Yeah, okay." Katie linked arms with her friend and walked towards the street, not too fast, not too slow. Mokuba held out his hand for them, smiling as charming as he could. He glanced back, something black catching his eye.

"Move!" He shoved them onto the street.

"Mokuba, no!"

The energy blast hit him square in the chest. He cried out in pain, staggering, his head swimming.

"Mokuba! Mokuba, look at me!"

"Mokuba? Mokuba Kaiba?"

"Oh crap, you shot Mokuba Kaiba!"

"His brother's gonna kill us!"

Two of Katie's face slid in and out of his vision then, with one last desperate slap from the girl, he blacked out.