And here I feature Kiddyshipping (Mokuba Kaiba x Rebecca Hopkins/Rebecca Hawkins)!

Mokuba Kaiba was probably the densest person ever.

Rebecca Hopkins stood against the wall, trying not to look like she was pouting. She cupped her punch in both hands, nestling it against her chest. She had gotten all dressed up for this, and he wasn't even looking for her, much less at her.

The Christmas party was taking place in one of the smaller rooms of the Kaiba mansion - although "smaller" for the Kaibas still meant "I can probably fit half my house in here." There were garlands of holly and strings of lights hanging over the walls and arching over the doorways like beautiful canopies, sparkling with shiny gold and silver ribbons that had been tied into bows around them. The Christmas tree was huge, about twice Rebecca's height, and sat in the corner gently sparkling with lights that reflected in big ornaments. The proof that this was indeed the Kaiba household came in the form of the dragon ornaments hanging among the candy canes and colored orbs. There was more than one Blue Eyes hanging from the branches, and a big one holding a star orb like the ones that showed monster levels on cards sat at the very top of the tree. Geez. She was surrounded by nerds (although that was something of a hypocritical thought on her part, as she herself had a Luster Dragon or two hanging from her own Christmas tree at home).

A long table covered with a fancy gold and red tablecloth stretched in the middle of the room, covered with bowls of food and platters of vegetables. Jonouchi and Honda had staked out one end of the table and were practically stuffing themselves, Anzu shaking her head at them exasperatedly. Anzu looked gorgeous tonight, in a figure hugging midnight-blue dress covered in sparkles, and her hair done up in a bun with fake diamond hair pieces. All of the girls looked great tonight: Shizuka in her long, floral printed green and pink dress, Mai with her low cut crimson ensemble, Ishizu in a deep emerald that dragged along the floor and elegant long white gloves.

Rebecca tugged at her own dress. It was a dark magenta with silver trimming that curled in fanciful designs around the bodice and waist. She had gotten Mai to do her hair, although she had refused the older woman's suggestion to go with contacts tonight. She liked her glasses, and besides, they matched her dress with their deep red frames. She refused to believe in the stereotype that girls - or anyone, really - were prettier when they dropped the glasses. Yugi was a case in point - he actually looked more handsome than usual with his glasses on. Rebecca grinned. He didn't really need them unless he was reading. He must have forgotten to take them off again.

This was all mostly a distraction for her, though, trying to pretend that she didn't care that Mokuba wasn't paying attention to her.

The object of her frustrations in question was currently on the opposite side of the room. He looked actually really handsome tonight, she thought grudgingly. He had somehow been persuaded to wear a suit with a dark maroon tie. His unruly black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and the single earring in his left ear that he had gotten pierced a few weeks ago glittered silver. He laughed at something that Noa was saying.

"Mou," Rebecca muttered, sipping at her punch. "I bet he doesn't remember I'm here."

When she had walked into the room, she hadn't been able to find him, and when she had, he had simply raced past her saying something about preparations that he had to finish up. Yeah, right. What preparations would he have to work on? He had a crap ton of servants and stuff, they were the ones that had set everything up.

She couldn't help herself from pouting any longer. She sighed deeply. This sucked. She had gotten all dressed up and everything, and it was like he didn't even want to see her. Were they going out or not? He always seemed so unsure about everything. Maybe that was why he was avoiding her.

"Rebecca-chan, is something wrong?"

Rebecca glanced up to see Shizuka looking at her with concern. Rebecca blushed. Had she been so obvious after all?

"It's nothing," she lied, but Shizuka raised an eyebrow and Rebecca sighed. "Okay, it's something. Mokuba's been ignoring me the whole night."

"Have you tried talking to him?" Shizuka asked.

"About twice in the fifteen minutes we've been here...he keeps running off saying there's something he has to check on, or something he has to set up."

"Well, he was in charge of planning the party...since Seto-san wouldn't do it," Shizuka said with a soft laugh.

"I know...but he doesn't have to keep ignoring me and running away..."

Shizuka smiled sympathetically. She reached out to squeezed Rebecca's shoulder.

"Well, then, you have to make him pay attention, don't you? Don't just sit there and take it. That's no way for a lady to behave."

Rebecca looked up at Shizuka, startled. It was the last kind of advice she expected from the sweet, quiet Shizuka. But the sparkle in her eyes said that she definitely meant it. Rebecca smiled hesitantly.

"Okay," she said.

"That's it," Shizuka nodded. "If he's worth it for you, Rebecca-chan then he'll stop ignoring you, I promise."

"Thank you, Shizuka-chan."

Shizuka smiled, nodded her head, and stepped off lightly to find her brother. Rebecca sucked a steadying breath. Shizuka was right; it was about time she stopped waiting meekly to be noticed and just went out there and chased him down. She downed the last of her punch and slammed the cup down on a table. Then she straightened her back and started to march across the room towards Mokuba.

As she moved, however, Mokuba was turning towards another corner and starting to fiddle with something. The faint twangs of Christmas music began to fill the room. Mokuba looked up with a goofy grin on his face.

"Couples dance time!" he called across the room. "No backing out - yeah, I saw you, big brother, don't think you're getting out of this!"

Seto looked like he wanted to bang his head against a wall, but Ishizu put a hand on his arm and smiled mischievously. Mai grinned and grabbed a protesting Jonouchi by the arm, dragging him out onto the dance floor. Yugi laughed at the two young men's discomfort, and held out his own arm for Anzu.

Rebecca had reached Mokuba by then. Mokuba glanced up. He paled slightly at her irritated expression.

"Okay, you," she said. "No more ignoring me, okay? I didn't come here to sit in a corner by myself."

"Told you she was going to be mad about that," Noa said, raising his eyebrows.

Mokuba ducked his head sheepishly.

"I - gah, I'm sorry, Bex, I didn't...ummm..."

Noa sighed. He pushed Mokuba forward by the shoulders, nearly knocking him into Rebecca.

"You've only been planning this for three weeks; just do it all ready," Noa said. "Rebecca, don't let him chicken out like he's been threatening to do all evening."

"Chicken out of...what?" Rebecca said.

Mokuba was blushing profusely.

"Ummmm...Rebecca...wanna dance with me?"

Rebecca felt her cheeks growing warm.

"Well it's about time you asked me something like that, you numbskull," she said.

Mokuba's blush remained, but his uncertainty melted into a goofy grin. Rebecca smiled too, and followed Mokuba out into the dancers. He was awkward for a moment, placing his hand very gently on her side as though afraid he was going to burn her or something. They hesitated for a moment, listening to the music. Eventually, noting Mokuba slight shake in the knees, Rebecca rolled her eyes and took the lead.

They twirled together for a few moments, finding the beat of the music.

"Bex...I'm sorry about avoiding you tonight," Mokuba said. "I was...a little nervous...because I...I've never really done this before..."

"Oh, bollox. You danced with Mizuko last year. You've danced before."

And you're really good at it, she didn't say out loud.

"No I mean...ummm...this is something I've been trying to plan for a while and..."

They twirled towards the middle of the other dancers, and Mokuba brought them to a hesitant pause. He swallowed, and glanced up. Rebecca followed his gaze. She felt her entire face turn warm and her insides get fuzzy.

"That's mistletoe," she whispered. "Hanging above us."

"Uh-huh...and we danced under it..." Mokuba said, looking really shy and nervous.

Rebecca looked back down at him. He licked his lips, still holding her in a dance position.

"Oh, you, nervous thing you," Rebecca said. "Do I have to do everything myself?"

And she leaned in on tip toe to press her lips against his.

For a beautiful moment, time stopped, the music faded, and there was absolutely nothing but the feel of his lips on hers.

Then it was over, and they were ducking their heads from each other, still blushing slightly.

"Ummm...was that okay?" Mokuba said. "I mean...the mistletoe idea, not my kiss, I mean, I hope the kissing was okay too, it's not like I've practiced -"

"Oh shut up, you, and kiss me again," Rebecca said, pecking him on the lips.

Mokuba smiled shyly.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven for being dumb earlier?"

Rebecca wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I believe I told you to be quiet and kiss me again," she said. "I'm waiting."

He grinned. Then he leaned and their lips pressed together once more.

Perhaps he wasn't so dense after all.