12More story updates! Joy, eh? Well, I thank Arana Is and Unique Art for their constructive criticism. So, with out any further ado (must I mention that I am clearly not Kazuki Takahashi, and therefore own nothing? Don't make me go Yoda on your butt.), onward.
¡Hola Molly!
I'm learning Spanish. Don't ask me why, I'm not entirely sure. My tutor is making me learn it. But whatever. Mr. Kaiba is considering sending me and Seto to school because neither of us have developed 'social skills', which one apparently needs when running a corporation. Not that I'm going to be doing any of that. Seto says that if I'm lucky, I can sell his chewed bubblegum and make a fortune, since he plans on becoming famous. But I'll have to get married and carry on the Kaiba name, because he'll be too busy to do it himself. Do you want to marry me? I'll send you a ring in my next letter if you say yes. Anyway, I'm sorry about your bird flying away. Maybe if you hadn't named it 'Window', it wouldn't have gone crazy. Or you could blame the pet-sitter. Why would you let a bird fly around the house and open the screen of a window so that it could get out? Geesh, you Americans can be pretty weird sometimes. That's it. Can't wait for your next letter.
¡Adiós!
Mokuba
"Give me your stupid hat, Mokuba!" Molly demanded as she and her friend rode back to the Kaiba mansion in one of four Kaiba limousines. They had driven to a local park so that she could start teaching him to roller blade. Mokuba, who didn't much appreciate being pointed at while people whispered to each other about how he was 'Kaiba Seto-san's little brother', had worn old, ripped jeans, a white and navy long-sleeved shirt, and a baseball cap over his hair.
"My hat is not stupid!" Mokuba told her in Japanese, trying to encourage her to speak his native language. She had to learn. After all, it was two weeks into August already, and school started up again in September.
Molly frowned at Mokuba. Trying to speak in Japanese all the time was tiring. She didn't know Mokuba could stand it. He and Seto had even ordered all their servant-like people to speak to her only in Japanese. What a pain. "Yes, it is."
"And why is that?" Mokuba challenged.
"Because I said so."
"So?"
"Mokuba, it's me. Therefore, my saying so makes all the difference in the world."
"Dork."
"At least people like me." Molly and Mokuba both stuck their tongues out at each other and laughed. "Hey, that house is for sale!"
"Geesh, you and your 12 track mind," Mokuba sighed at Molly wrote down the street and house number on her arm with a gel pen she had dug out of her backpack.
"And this is why I love gel pens," she said, capping the gel pen before rummaging through her backpack. "Oh, I bought you some 'American' candy bars when from when my dad and I were at the NEX."
"The what?" Mokuba asked her, accepting the various 'Snickers', 'Milky Ways', and 'Twix' bars Molly was tossing at him.
"Navy Exchange," Molly explained, pulling out a candy bar for herself. The package read 'Luna. The Health Bar for Women'. "Yum, I love being a gastronome!" Her comment made Mokuba laugh as he opened one of the 'Snickers' bars and stuffed the rest into his own backpack.
"Me too," he said, biting the candy bar. It tasted pretty good. It had peanuts, chocolate, and caramel. A tasty combination. The limousine came to a stop and Molly pushed opened the door and got out. Mokuba sighed and followed. "You know, the chauffer would open the door for you if you would just let him."
"Now why would I make him do all that unnecessary work when I can open the door myself?"
"Because that's his job." Mokuba closed the door and waved for the chauffer to move along. The two walked inside the mansion, their roller blades slung over their shoulders. "Oh, do you want your wrist guards back?"
"Nah, those were an old pair. Keep 'em. Hey, can we go swimming?"
"We just ate! And you don't have a bathing suit," Mokuba pointed out.
"Oh yeah…Darn." Molly tugged on the silver chain around her neck. Mokuba noticed a flash of blue at the end.
"Hey, is that the ring I gave you when we were 7?" He asked. Mokuba distinctly remembered writing to Molly and asking her to marry him, promising to send her a ring if she said yes when they were younger. She had said 'yes' and Mokuba snuck off to a jewelry store and bought her a small, white-gold engagement ring with a sapphire in the center instead of a diamond. It hadn't cost him much, considering who he was the son of, but the sales clerk had given him a funny look when he told them he wanted to buy an engagement ring.
Molly looked down. "What? Oh, yeah. It started getting too small for my finger last year, so I put it on a chain. My dad didn't want to spend the money on it. Grand-maman almost convinced Grand-papa to spend the money for it though…" Molly laughed.
Mokuba laughed as well. Molly's grandparents were a riot sometimes. They spoke only French, and since they had baby-sat her as a young girl, she had ended up learning two languages. In fact, Molly had always told him that her first word was in French. Gâteau! Cake! "Well, we can go and have it resized now. And it won't cost anything, so shut up." Molly stared at Mokuba for a moment in disbelief before the two started laughing again.
"Okay, how far is it?" she asked, walking to the door.
"A couple blocks from here."
"Great! Then we can roller blade there!" Molly said, sitting down in front of the door and untying her roller blades from one another. She pulled them on and began lacing them up. Mokuba sighed. He wasn't all too fond of roller blading as of yet. He kept falling. And Molly told him that helmets and pads were 'unnecessary'.
"Explain to me why I'm not allowed to wear a helmet and pads, but you insist on my wearing wrist guards," he asked her, sitting down to put on his roller blades at well.
"Because it you keep scraping your elbows and knees, it'll make you try harder not to fall. And we're not doing any dangerous skating like jumping off of stairs and junk, so it's not like we have to worry about breaking our heads open and cracking our knees anyway. But when you fall forward, your hands usually go out in front to catch yourself, and the shock isn't good for your wrists, so it's a lot easier to break something there. Ya dig?"
"Your logic is so messed up," Mokuba shook his head and sighed as Molly stood up and opened the door.
"It's because I'm French, you Japanese pig-dog." She said, helping Mokuba up. They both laughed, and, after getting down the steps safely, set off at a slow pace.
Half and hour later, Mokuba and Molly were skating back to Mokuba's 'house'. Molly admiring her ring as it circled around her left ring finger. "Thanks again," Molly said.
Mokuba shrugged. "Whatever. Anyway, what junior high school are you going to?"
"Domino Junior High. What about you?"
"Same. Hopefully, we'll have the same class."
"Yeah, I hope…And if not, we can bribe a secretary with oodles of your brother's cash so that we are in the same class!"
"You're ridiculous," Mokuba sighed, shaking his head.
"At least I'm not a dweeb."
"At least I can bribe people with oodles of my brother's cash so that they'll like me."
Molly opened her mouth to retort, then paused. "Okay, you win." The two laughed.
"Do you play Duel Monsters?" Mokuba asked her as they headed for the elevator. Chances were that they were going to go into Mokuba's room and play video games while lying upside-down on his bed.
"No…? Should I?"
"Well, it's a fun game, and everyone plays it. Maybe Seto and I will teach you."
"What if I don't want to learn?"
"I didn't want to learn how to roller blade, but you made me anyway. You owe me."
"Aw crud."
Mokuba grinned and shook his head at Molly's comment before opening his bedroom door. "Want to play a racing game?"
"Sure. I call first player!"
"So…Can I do this?" Molly asked, placing a magic card down.
"Yes, you can do that."
"Can I put this monster card down too?"
"Yes, but I wouldn't. I would play that one in defense mode."
"Nii-san! You're not supposed to teach her strategy!" Mokuba said to his brother as he showed Molly which cards to play.
"Why not?" Molly asked, looking up from her hand.
"You're supposed to develop your own!"
"Well, she needs a little bit of guidance, Mokuba. Wouldn't you agree?" Seto asked of his younger brother.
"That's right. And who better to learn from than Seto Kaiba?" Molly added.
"I have a few ideas…" Mokuba muttered, earning a rather dark look from his older brother. "Anyway, are you going to play the card or not?"
"I might as well," Molly said with a shrug before playing the 'Protector of the Throne' in defence mode.
"Ha! My monster can defeat that!" Mokuba laughed as he set his monster on Molly's.
"Aw crud," Molly muttered before Seto prodded her lightly.
"Your trap card," he whispered.
"Oh yeah! Thanks, C.M." Molly flipped over her trap card. Waboku. Her 'Protector of the Throne' was safe…for now.
"Nii-san!" Mokuba whined. "Stop helping her!"
"You're just mad because you're getting beaten by a girl," Molly said disdainfully.
"No, if Seto keeps reminding you, then you won't learn how to play the game!" Molly's reply was to stick her tongue out at Mokuba. "Oh, real mature."
"I know," Molly responded before telling Mokuba to hurry up with the rest of his turn.
"That was the most ridiculous game in the world!" Molly declared as she attempted to knock the yellow one ball into the corner pocket.
"Oh, and this stupid game isn't?" Mokuba asked her as the yellow ball rolled neatly into its target pocket. "What so fun about knocking balls into pockets?"
"It's educational," the auburn-haired girl informed her raven-haired friend. After Molly (with all the help she could get from Seto Kaiba) had defeated Mokuba in Duel Monsters, she had decided that it wasn't the game for her, and that she'd rather stick to pool. After which she challenged Mokuba to a game of Nine-Ball, with Seto watching when he wasn't typing something on his laptop.
"How is this dumb game educational?"
"It's geometry! And physics too, apparently, but I'm not entirely sure how it ties in yet."
"You need to know how to measure the force that you need to apply to the cue in order for it to hit the target ball. Knowing the sine laws wouldn't hurt either. It's all Vectors and Kinematics," Seto supplied, not looking up from his laptop.
"What he said," Molly agreed as she tried to knock in the blue two ball with great success. "Whoo! I'm on fire, baby!"
"Uh-huh…"
"Don't be hatin'!"
"What?"
"Nevermind…" Molly sighed. "You're just jealous."
"Of what?" Mokuba challenged.
"My freaking amazing pool skills!"
Bonjour, Mokuba!
Spanish? Ew. You should learn French. It's much cooler. Did I ever tell you that my first word was in French? It was gâteau, which means cake. Even then, I was obsessed with sweets! My mother told me that I was born to be a gastronome, which apparently means that I'm good at eating and appreciating food. And that's fine by me! Oh, before you try and convince your tutor to teach you French (like I know you will…we could write amazing French letters to each other!), find out how to say 'Oh My God!' in Spanish. And I totally want to marry you! We can have 27 kids and live on a farm while you sell your brother's chewed bubblegum. I'll learn how to grow…pickles. Or something. Wait, you can't grow pickles, can you? Whatever. I'll find a way. And don't make fun of what I name my pets! Window is a great name. Anyway, I hope you write back soon! Tell Seto I said hi!
Adieu, Adieu! Parting is such sweet sorrow!
Molly
Well, it took me like, forever, but I finally finished this chapter. Haha. I hope it was long enough to make up for the wait. Well, I thrive on reviews…and chocolate. So either will be accepted…preferably the former than the latter. XD See ya.