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If you do it, there will be consequences...
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Seto sat at a table in the cafeteria trying to clean off his coat, everything else was too far gone, he knew it. He sighed as he examined the red stains on the back.
"Well this is just perfect," huffed Mokuba angrily.
"Shut up! I don't need this! Just clean yourself up," said Seto, reaching over with a napkin, trying to get the spaghetti off Mokuba's face.
Mokuba dodged his hand, and called him a whole bunch of unprintable words.
"Oh, please," said Seto angrily, "as if this is my fault!"
"Damn right, it's your fault!" snapped Mokuba furiously,"You tripped me!"
"You tripped over your own feet!" Seto snarled furiously,"Besides, I'm the one who's going to have to go through a whole day like this!"
"What, not gonna go home, in your million dollar limo, and change?" asked Mokuba brattishly.
For a response, Seto smacked him on the back of the head and told him to eat his Mcdonalds Roland had brought them.
"I don't like chicken nuggets," whined Mokuba.
"Deal with it," said Seto dangerously.
"Hmph," snorted Mokuba as he started to chew the rubbery meat, thinking only about getting through lunch.
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FIFTH PERIOD
Mokuba wasn't looking forward to fifth period at all. Gym was by far one of his worst subjects on a good day, but today, well, he didn't think he could survive it.
The gym teacher was Mr.Ebiso, a tall, fit, man with thinning gray hair,and glasses,he was nice, but very strict. He also despised all drugs and alcohol, in any way, shape or form.
Mokuba knew today was going to be hell, Mr.Ebiso would undoubtedly know about his little midnight run-in with the cops, and would make them do something hard.
"Alright ladies,"Mr.Ebiso addressed them,"Today we are going to be running laps around the track. Anyone got any problems with that? No? Good, let's get down to business."
Mokuba was however, kind of glad it was Gym today, no way Seto would run with him.
"Everybody has to run," Mr.Ebiso explained to a kid who had asked if all the reporters were going to run as well.
"Well,"smirked Seto,"I suppose I'll be getting my excersise today."
Then he commenced to take off his trenchcoat, his shoes and socks, and threw them aside.
Mokuba stared at his brother, now clad in a sleeveless black shirt and matching pants,
with no shoes or his regular trenchcoat he looked a lot more different, Mokuba, felt dread flood him, he knew Seto could easily keep pace with him and his class, and that's what scared him.
"Alright, everybody, take your marks, get set, and..GO!"shouted Mr.Ebiso.
All the kids shot forward, Mokuba tried to keep up, but was quickly left behind, he felt terrible, all the reporters were getting all this on camera, and would undoubtedly write about this. Wow, he wanted to kill Seto!
Seto was the only one who was staying with him, however, Mokuba didn't feel glad though, actually, he felt fury in the pit of his stomache."You don't have to stay with me ya' know!"he snapped.
Seto gave him an odd look,"Allright, have it your way," he said with a snort.
Then he picked up the pace, he easily caught up with the rest of the kids easily, then he passed them with just as much ease, it almost appeared as though he was floating along.
"Wow Mokuba, you're brother's so cool," said Ayame, who had just gotten to the track, and was running beside him.
'I AM GOING TO KILL HIM!!' Mokuba's mind screamed, but out loud, "Yeah, I guess so."
"Hey kiddies," said Seto as he lapped them, easily getting ahead of them, then he turned,"Don't be a wuss Mokuba, run, my gosh, an old lady could run faster than you!!"
Yup, Mokuba was going to kill him and throw his body in a river.
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