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If you do it there will be consequneces...

FOURTH PERIOD...

It was a nightmare he couldn't escape, no way this was real. Seto was mean to other people, not to him! Mokuba couldn't help thinking the thoughts when he was supposed to be working on his French translation. Madame Lilliane was one of his favorite teachers,
and not just because she was so goodlooking, because, really, she was, but because she was so down to earth. Normally she talked to him, but today, she was cowering behind her desk, pretending to be correcting papers, when really, she was watching Seto to make sure Seto didn't shoot her.
At the beggining of class she had approached Mokuba to give him her condolences about his punishment, but halfway through her first sentence Seto had told her very curtly to shut up, and go away.
Mokuba was dying of shame and emmbarrassment as all of his classmates gaped at the cruelty of the eldest Kaiba to their favorite French teacher. Many of them had started to shout angirily at Seto in defense of their teacher, at which point Seto simply pushed Mokuba in front of him. They had all settled down eventually, taking their seats as far away as they could from the Kaiba's, all except for Ayame, she took her seat right next to Mokuba and had smiled shyly at him. Mokuba was astounded, did she like him!?
Apparently Seto didn't think so,"You don't have to feel sorry for Mokuba, you don't have to sit here." he had said looking at her.
Mokuba's jaw dropped, he didn't just say that?! Did he?! He did, Mokuba spun around,"I hate you! Just go die, you son of a bitch!" He hissed at Seto.
Seto ignored him, and just glanced at the reporters who were filing into the back of the room, the had finally figured out a system, half of them would go in during one class, the rest would stay outside in the hall, then during the next class, they would switch.

Mokuba was staring at the board lost in thought, when all of a sudden,"PAY ATTENTOIN"
shouted Seto as loud as he could, grabbing Mokuba's hair and pushing his head down to look at his paper.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YA' THINK YOU'RE DOING,"Shouted Mokuba, forgetting for a moment where he was and what he was doing. Then his eyes widened, his jaw dropped, remeberance flooding his mind, he jerked his head around and stared horrified at his classmates, his whole face burning like a giant Red Star.
Then all of a sudden the bell rang mercifully.
'Thank God!!' thought Mokuba, lunch will be better...

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LUNCH

Mokuba felt only slightly better as Seto dragged him down the main stairs, towards the cafeteria. He knew that at the pace was moving through the halls, they would get there before everybody else. As they entered the lunchroom, Mokuba felt the color leave his face.
Hakita Satomi was standing a few paces from the door, lost in a dueling book.
Mokuba knew there was no way his brother would miss him, after all he had crashed Hakita's car, he felt dread and a sense of horror fill him.
Sure enough,"Excuse me, are you Hakita Satomi," asked Seto as he examined the picture of Hakita someone had given him.
"Uhhh...Well I suppose so," said Hakita, pushing his glasses farther up his nose,"Why"
"I wished to appologize in person for my brother terrible behavior and for his wrecking your car," said Seto, making sure he said it loud enough so the reporters heard him, and all of Mokuba's classmates were crowded around the door heard him as well.
Whispers flew through the crowd, "He crashed Hakita's car..." "He crashed a car"
"There wasn't anything about that in the paper!" Mokuba burned with an all new kind of guilt and shame, he had crashed Hakita's car.
Hakita hadn't done anything wrong, he was actually a very deccent guy, he would have driven Mokuba home in a heartbeat, but Mokuba had been to wasted to think of it,he'd almost gotten himself killed, and Jintu as well, all of this just because he thought it would be fun to try some new stuff.
"Well, ya' know, it's not really his fault, I mean I left the key in the ignition, I shouldn't have let him come at all, I should have just sent him home, you can't really blame the kid." said Hakita, trying not to embarass Mokuba. "No, it's his fault, I need to teach him responsibility now, because apparently, according to the experts in the papers, I have been doing one helluva sucky job. So, I insist that Kaiba Corp. repay for you for your car," said Seto, pulling out his checkbook and a pen, twirling his pen like a baton before writing out a check.
Hakita looked at it, his jaw dropped,"WOW!!, DUDE, MY CAR WASN'T WORTH HALF THIS,"he choked, looking ecstatic and amazed.
The kids surrounding the doors all craned their necks to see how much it was worth.
Hakita showed his friends, a check worth...FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!
The whole crowd gasped, and broke out into wild babbling,
"The Kaiba's got money like that to throw around!?"
"Dude, buy me car!"
"Dude, you owe me money!"
"Hakita, split that with me and you can date my sister!"
"Sir, uhh.. Hakita... Do you have any feelings about this check!?"
"No way Mokuba's depressed, I mean if he ever got sad he could just go buy Disney World or somethin!"
"Hey, Mokie, wanna be best friends!?"
"Buy me a puppy!"
"Mr.Satomi, what do think of this check!?"
"Do you consider this a bribe!?"
"Why didn't the press find out about this, the car, I mean!?"
"What do you think of Mokuba, as a person!?"

Hakita was unused to this kind of attention, after trying to answer a few questions,
and realizing that it was a losing battle, answer one question and the crazy psychos would come up with a hundred more, he tore out of the cafeteria, running all the way to the library, and hiding there the rest of the day.

Meanwhile Seto, his twenety or so security guards, and about two hundred reporters and cameramen were trying to figure out lunch, there just wasn't enough food in the school to feed them. So, Seto gave his American Express Black card to Rolland, and sent him to, Mcdonalds. Then he walked through the line with Mokuba, dragging him along, and picking out all of his food for him, like Mokuba was two years old. Mokuba was drowning in embarassment and thinking about the easiest way to dispose of Seto's body after he killed him!

As they left the line Seto looked around for a table, and spotted on way in the center,
he headed towards it, pushing Mokuba along in front of him.
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'Damn him' thought Mokuba, as Seto pushed him along, he glanced around. There was a table of twenty or so of the most popular people in school all crammed at a table that was only intended for ten, trays were hanging over the edge, almost falling,
but balanced, then he felt something or someone step on the back of his leg. He tripped, falling onto the floor, his face landing in his pudding and his spaghetti.
But, that wasn't the worst of it, on his way down, his shoulder slammed squarely into the side of the precariouslly perched trays, it went flying through the air, spaghetti raining onto them, then the whole plate collided with the face of, Seto. Seto stood stock still, spaghetti dripping onto his white, handmade, custom designed trenchcoat, pudding and apple sauce splashing onto his belt and pants, milk cascaded over his shoes, second pair ruined in under twenty-four hours.
'New record,' thought Mokuba, then was horrified, Seto was going to kill him!
"Uhhh..."said Mokuba, trying to think of something appropriate to say, that wouldn't get him killed.
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Seto took a deep breath, closed his eyes, his fingers clenched into a fist, his whole body was shaking from the effort to keep from killing someone.
"Not. One.Word." said Seto through clenched teeth.
Mokuba giggled for the first time all day.
The reporters snapped picture after picture of what they would call, 'Seto in Spaghetti.'
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