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Odd Couple	By : DragonetteVie Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 4540 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The entire hall fell silent.
Conversation ground to a halt as what was most likely the most curious scene in the entire school's history began to unfold. Even Jou and Honda, who had nearly come to blows over Jou's complete disregard for his cleaning duties, stopped short and stared down the hall. Yugi, too short to see over them, wriggled between them to catch a glimpse of what had everyone's rapt attention.
Kokoro.
And, more importantly, not merely Kokoro, but Kokoro as she stared at the mess at her feet. She had just opened her locker, and as she did he knew her uniform had been clean and tidy, as it always was. Then, he supposed, she opened the door, and suddenly, she was filthy. Some sort of liquid – muddy water, maybe, since it didn't smell, or soda – had sprayed down the entire front of her uniform, as well as her face and hair, across her school bag. On the floor lay dozens of slips of paper, and as he hurried forward, he caught a few of them.
Slut.
Freak.
Pervert.
He knew it was Eri and Yuri's doing immediately, as they began to snicker first, before nearly everyone in the hall burst into laughter at the prank. Only a few faces remained unamused – himself, Kokoro, Honda and the others, and to his surprise, Ikue and Hideki. As if unperturbed by the whole affair, Kokoro crouched down and began to scoop up the slips of paper amidst the laughter and mockery. He stooped down to help her, and caught a glimpse of tears in her eyes.
Anzu crouched down on Kokoro's other side and offered to help clean her up, as if she could sense that the other girl was ready to burst into tears. Kokoro refused, silently, and continued to funnel all the papers into a neat pile. Jou and Hideki moved forward to gather the rest, while Ikue, too, tried to urge Kokoro into the bathroom to wash up. It was noble, in theory, but no doubt the other girls would follow and listen at the door for the first sob to break through.
Someone – Eri, maybe, definitely a girl at least – called out that now Kokoro really was a dirty whore.
It didn't make sense. Yugi understood, at least a little, that it was strange, to see him and Kokoro together. He was young, and small, and had only just hit the start of puberty. Kokoro was fully developed, mature. But he was still fifteen, and she was only two years his senior. The thought of them being intimate – sex being on the forefront of nearly every mind at the school, nearly all the time – was a bit disturbing, he could admit that as well, but they hadn't. Kokoro had touched him, certainly, and he had touched her, but they had never progressed beyond one another's hands, beyond learning what the other person's body had in store for them in the future.
He wanted to say something, anything, that would make them all shut up. Kokoro didn't deserve their abuse. He didn't want their misguided sympathy. But nothing came to mind. Nothing he could say, true or otherwise, would make it stop. It would only get worse, especially for her.
Then, of all people, Seto Kaiba stepped through the crowd.
Everyone fell silent once again as he stooped, put down his briefcase, and took the pile of insults from Kokoro's hands. With his face set in a perfectly stoic mask, betraying none of what he thought, he walked them over to the trash. Then came back, and pulled Kokoro up by the shoulder, while he grabbed both of their bags.
Everyone – even Yugi – was stunned by the situation. Kaiba was never kind, not to anyone, not even to those who considered him a friend. He was cruel, and delighted in other people's misery. He was not the sort to help someone, particularly not someone like Kokoro, who was by and large beneath his notice. They had talked a few times, briefly, near the start of the year, and there had been some rumor that Kaiba and Kokoro were going to be the school's power couple, now that she had left Hideki, but nothing had ever come of it, and Kokoro told Yugi much later that Kaiba only talked to her about her father, whose resume had landed on his desk late that summer. They'd shared a few duels sometime after that, but as far as anyone, even Kokoro, knew, Kaiba was less than concerned with her existence.
Sternly, Kaiba led Kokoro, still silent and focused on the floor, towards the door. Outside, Kaiba's usual limousine was waiting for him, door already opened in anticipation of his presence.
“This woman,” Kaiba announced as he held the door ajar, Kokoro safely outside. “Has done nothing to deserve your abuse. If this happens again, I will personally see to it those responsible will never find work, in this city or any other.”
Then they left. At the last minute, Yugi had the presence of mind to run after them, but the limo had already shut, and pulled out of the lot.
In the limo with Kaiba, Kokoro was stunned, yet again, as a shirt was thrown in her direction. Where Kaiba had pulled it from, she wasn't sure, but he was, after all, a CEO and a student – logic would dictate he kept spare clothes in case a meeting or emergency pulled him from school. It was plain, a simple navy button down, but Kaiba was tall and it was easily as long as her uniform skirt.
She glanced at him, and found he had gotten comfortable, ankle crossed over his knee, and turned his attention to the window. Wary of her own reflection, she stripped down only to her undershirt, turned away, and pulled the shirt tight around her before she worked her tank top and skirt off.
“I'll have a new uniform brought to the house while you shower.” He announced. “I'm certain your brothers will tell your father regardless, but I won't send you home looking like a drowned rat.”
She wanted to say thank you, but Kaiba wasn't the sort to accept that kind of thing. He would scoff and brush it off. It was replaced with the compulsion to ask him why he had intervened, but that, too, would just irritate him – one did not question Seto Kaiba's motives, and expect anything but anger in return. Instead, the ride lapsed into silence. Kaiba turned his head forward, but didn't look at her directly, and though she glanced at him, she kept her attention on the world outside the tinted window.
A thought hit her, and she pulled her cellphone from her school bag – it was soaked, as were most of her books and papers.
“I'll have them replaced.” Kaiba announced, and she spun to look at him. “Your books, and your phone. Your bag too. It's beyond hope.”
“You don't...” She caught herself, before she told Kaiba what to do, even though she wanted to tell him he didn't need to replace anything.
Her father worked for him, now. Kaiba Corp paid well, but there were also three unemployed children to take care of, as well as the added expense of Masaru's recent hospital visit for appendicitis. They didn't have the money to spare on a new uniform or on text books, especially. Or her cell phone, which was beyond hope, even with all the tricks people had. The water damage might dry out, but the sticky sugar wouldn't be undone.
They pulled up to the manor, and Kaiba politely let her out of the car first, before he led her inside. Mokuba wasn't home yet, though he would be soon – Kaiba reminded himself to tell his brother not to ask if she was his new girlfriend as he led her into a guest room to shower. He heard her pick up the phone almost immediately, definitely to call Yugi and tell him Kaiba's sudden weirdness hadn't led to sexual assault or a kidnapping.
Yugi wasn't home, but she left a message with his grandfather that she was alright and would be home soon. This send Sugoroku into a flurry of questions about what happened, but she told him to ask Yugi when he gave him the message and hurried to hang up. She showered briefly, and hopped out when the tears threatened to fall again. She had been strong from the start, but each day was a little more difficult than the last, as her armor wore heavier on her bones.
The prank was nearly the last straw.
Kaiba didn't say much of anything as they sat – her in his button down, him in a pair of grey slacks and a plain white shirt himself – in the living room and waited for the new uniform to arrive. He had sent Mokuba's driver, apparently, to pick up everything before he came home with his brother, rather than actually wait for a delivery, for which he would most likely have to bribe someone, given the hour. Kokoro, too, sat in silence.
Then, Kaiba chuckled.
“I thought about it, you know.” He announced suddenly, apparently amused by whatever thought crossed his mind – she glanced over, curious. “I'm sure most everyone in the school did. Until recently, you were considered the most desirable girl in the district.”
She flushed – she hadn't realized at all that was what he meant. She knew about the rumors that flitted around in the early months of school, but Kaiba had never flirted with her. He only wanted her to justify why her father would be a worthwhile addition to his company, and, after he learned she dueled, they had the occasional game. After he attacked Yugi's grandfather, however, any inkling of friendship she may have had was squashed.
“I was to busy to date.” He clarified. “It didn't seem worth the time. But I considered it. You certainly aren't the type to demand my attention, or my wallet.”
He chuckled again.
“And now Yugi has you. Seems he's beaten me again.”
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