At last, the school day was over! Mokuba hopped up from his chair as soon as he could and walked quickly out of the room. He had spent part of the day there, save that bit of time he went to see Mr. Pharmacist, and he met his goal of attending class at least once a week. As he walked down the hallway he saw someone very familiar up ahead. He made his way past students--why they were in his way he couldn't imagine--and tapped the person on the shoulder.

The school day hadn't been all that great for Moki. But feeling a tap on his shoulder, he brightened. Maybe someone wanted to talk to him? And not threaten to beat him up for his money? Smiling, the raven haired boy turned to face the taper, and his violet eyes widened at what he saw. Was he looking in a mirror? Wait, no... the other's hair was a bit more short in front, but, still... it was like a mini him! Wait, but, he was the same height... um... uh... "Hi?" Moki let out softly. "Um... who are you?"

Mokuba smiled brightly at the boy and wrapped him in his arms. "I've always wanted to hug myself!" He slowly backed up to give his other self some space. "I'm Mokuba, of course. Surely you know of me."

Moki's eyes widened. So THIS was the mirror image he had heard of! Nodding, Moki flushed a gentle pink color that highlighted his cheeks. "Um, yes, I've heard of you. Um... my name is Mokuba, but, umm... my fri..." Moki paused. What friends? "...others... call me Moki. It's nice to meet you." He felt his face grow hot. Why was he blushing this badly?!!

Oh, he looked so cute when he blushed! Mokuba knew he must look that good, though probably better, when he blushed as well. "It's nice to finally meet you, Moki. I've just seen you on LJ and I've wanted to see you for quite some time." Mokuba grabbed the boy's hand and started to walk down the hallway towards outside. He didn't want to stay in this school any longer then he had to. "I didn't even know you attended here. I would have imagined that another me would have been made known, what with me looking so fabulous and all."

Moki stared at their hands. Someone actually wanted to talk to him? And NOT beat him up? Moki's gaze traveled up Mokuba's arm, and to the back of his head. He decided the other boy would notice the pause if he didn't speak up soon, so he did. "Uh, um... it's nice to finally meet you too. I've tried to get in contact, but, um... " He blushed. "I go to bed at 10 pm." He paused. "And I'm usually pretty quiet, so, um, I'm probably not paid that much attention to." He felt so inferior next to his more confident self; he wished he could say something cool.

Mokuba stopped when they got outside. "Bed at 10? Quiet? We really ARE different." He looked around, wondering if he should invite Moki along with him. He wasn't too sure about his other self, what with being so strange and so unlike him. Not that anyone can be quite like me, he thought. "Let's hang out."

Moki blushed, again. Oh, if only he could stop DOING that! "Hang out? Um, but... I don't know..." His violet gaze shifted to the side, and he clutched his sketchbook to his chest, the cover rubbing against his yellow ski vest. A nervous hand ran up to his hair, where he tossed some of his long bangs back coyly. "I'm... I've never gone out before. I wouldn't know what to do. I'd only bring you down... and, well, I don't want to... do that..." Moki felt his face was still pink. Oh, stop BLUSHING, darn it!

He couldn't help but giggle and lean forward, his nose practically touching Moki's. "You've never been on a date before?" His other self sure was behind the times, but it was kind of adorable.

Moki's eyes widened and he had to lean back. Mokuba sure got... close there. Blushing, Moki tucked some hair behind his ear. "Um... a date? Well then... no. No I haven't." He looked up, and his soft raven hair slipped out from behind his ear again, gently brushing across his face. "Never."

"Pity." Mokuba looked around, noting that the limo was pulling up. "Something tells me you've never been to the High End District either. And since I'm inviting you, you'll want to go." He smiled.

Something told Moki he was way over his head. "Um, I'd love to, but..." He looked around, hoping for an escape. "Um, I don't know, I don't feel too good right now... and, well, ah..." His face was flushed. He couldn't tell anymore if it was from embarrassment or happiness that he had found someone to talk to. "Um, it's okay. I'll... just be... on my way..." He stepped back, something inside hoping that Mokuba would follow. But he didn't hold on to it for long.

Mokuba blinked. What the...someone was going to do something else besides hang out with him? What was with people lately! It was really starting to grate on his nerves. "Oh, I see. So you think you're better then me, huh? Because you have my pretty face and damn good body. Well, let me tell you something." He walked over to Moki and grabbed his arm for emphasis. "You aren't. I'm Mokuba Kaiba, owner of MmmK, Vice President of Kaiba Corporation, model and all-around fashionable person. No one says no to hanging out with me." There, that should do it.

Moki stared back at Mokuba, his purple eyes wide. He didn't want to make him angry... he just met him! He didn't think he was better than anyone! He was just confused, and kind of scared, and... he didn't have... he didn't mean to...So he started to cry... "I...I..." His eyes watered tearfully. "I...I didn't mean it that way... I just..." And the tears fell over his flushed cheeks. "I, I'm sorry, I just don't know what to do... no one's ever wanted to hang out with me before!"

This was certainly an unexpected situation. Mokuba looked at the crying boy in confusion and slight horror. What the hell was he supposed to do? He'd never made anyone cry before...or, rather, he walked out before they started crying. He placed a hand on Moki's shoulder and began to rub a little. From this distance he wouldn't get his clothes wet from the tears. "Um, there...there. Er, it's okay." Though he could see why this guy didn't have anyone to hang out with. His other self didn't seem to be emotionally stable from the looks of it.

Moki felt Mokuba's hand rub on his shoulder. He looked up shyly, his eyes bright with tears. He looked down. "I'm sorry for crying..." He said softly. "And I'd love to hang out with you, but, mmm..." He shifted. "I'm not fun to hang out with. I'm sorry." He looked up before whispering, "And, mm, I'm sorry, but, um..." He slowly gestured to Mokuba's shirt. "That blue is a bit off. It's a bit lighter of a hue than your shoes..."

Mokuba was going to agree that perhaps they shouldn't hang out, but..."You noticed?" He looked down at the shoes himself. Of course he had a pair that matched his shirt perfectly, but he was clumsy in the morning and spilt hot cocoa over them. These blue shoes were close enough, and normally no one would notice. "You're....you're, like, so perfect." Mokuba didn't care about the tears and cuddled Moki. "I can't imagine you not being a joy to hang out with." Maybe he could keep Moki like a pet. He'd feed him and bathe him and make him wear the best clothing EVER. It would be so fun!

Moki blinked. He thought he'd be insulted, but... He flushed. "Um, thank you..." he reached down and unbuckled his white and silver belt, holding it out to Mokuba. "If you wear this, it'll offset the subtle hue. It'll just look like a gradient shade outwards due to mere illusion, and all the focus will be on your hips. Um... if... you want it, that is..." Moki was suddenly unsure, but he had wanted to help.

He took the belt and examined it. "It looks a bit worn, and silver isn't exactly the best color this season. Nice gesture, but I think I'll pass." Mokuba handed the belt back to Moki. "Not that I mind attention being on my hips, because just look at it." He wiggled his hips around. "Talk about some good action there, you know?" He laughed, throwing an arm around Moki and began leading him to the limo.

Moki blinked over at Mokuba in confusion at the strange gesture, but then was halted when Mokuba threw his arm around him. But he still wanted to know what he meant about the... ‘action.’ Pouting out his pink lips, he inquired. "...What?"
While the naive nature of Moki was something that struck a cute cord in Mokuba, he would really need to remedy that situation before it got old. "You know, action with the hips. Dancing, having sex, things like that. Get it?"

Moki blushed bright red. He looked around nervously before leaning into Mokuba, his soft lips brushing gently against the boy's ear as he spoke. "I mean, I get it, but... I'm..." He flushed. "I've never had sex before." A thought stuck him. "You mean, YOU have?!" He gasped.

As much as he liked Moki's lips so close to him and enjoyed the breathe that tingled his ear, he couldn't help but back up in surprise. "You mean you haven't!" What was the world coming to? "Of course I have. I'm too sexy to not share myself with the rest of the world. Plus, you know, it's lots of fun." He winked.

Fun was not the word that came to mind when Moki thought of sex. Pausing, he said softly, "Well, um, I guess... but, you'd have to know the person well enough... and, well... I've never dated or anything... or even..." His face heated up. He felt mortified that Mokuba was about to know his secret, but, he had felt the oddest urge to tell him. "Kissed before..." His purple eyes flickered softly. "So, um, I wouldn't know about anything like that."

The mere thought of Moki never having kissed a person before was enough to make him grow faint. He quickly gripped onto Moki to steady himself, and when he finally got his bearings on the world he let go. "Are you defective or something?" He didn't understand any of this, because, really, if his brother was able to get some action, surely his other self should have been far ahead.

"I'm NOT defective," Moki said sharply. Although he was used to getting picked on for being by himself or rich, he didn't stand by for one to insult his views on his first kiss. He clutched his sketchbook before adding in a much more tame voice, "I just... haven't met anyone I liked enough yet." He paused. "...I... just haven't met the right person..." His face went slightly dreamy. "I want my first kiss to be... special."

What was with that book he was holding? Well, he'd worry about that later. "Oh, please. It's just a kiss. People build it up to be such a big thing, and it really isn't." He had to admit that the boy had some spunk in him. Mokuba had thought him just a timid person with a very good fashion sense, but it seemed that when he had to stand his ground, he could do it.

"JUST a KISS?" Moki stamped his foot angrily, his hands shooting to his sides as he stood himself taller, now making it known he was indeed Mokuba's height. "Someone's first kiss should be about love and new experiences, and leading them into an entirely new world where you can expect to be hurt! If I'm going to throw myself into that kind of playing field, I'm gonna be damn well led there on a red carpet and by the hand!" He wanted to make friends, but Mokuba was just too much for him. "I'm sorry. I'm leaving now." He spun away to walk off, but the back of his sketchbook opened... and a handful of papers littered to the floor in-between the two, filled with colored drawings of multiple outfit designs, some complete with swatches of colored fabric.

He was just well going to let Moki storm off--as if first kisses needed to be something special because his sure wasn't--but then a bunch of papers fell from his book, and the colors caught Mokuba's eyes. He started picking them up and couldn't stop staring at them. "Did you do these?" He looked up at Moki.

"Ah..." Moki was caught of guard. At first he had been angry, but now it began to subside as Mokuba looked over his drawings. "Um, yes..." He said softly, looking at the models he had sketched and inked. "I... I did." He felt silly. Mokuba probably hated them, anyway.

"These are fantastic!" Mokuba kept flipping through the scattered papers. There were some things that he hadn't even thought of, though he wouldn't admit it out loud. When he was done gathering all the papers he stood up and handed them over to Moki. "And this is me saying it, so we know it's true."

"Ah... thank you..." Moki had never felt so pleased with himself. Someone that actually appreciated his work! His teachers told him that "You're a good drawer!", but this had to be the first time someone was commenting on the actual designs instead. "I... follow a bunch of different company's designs... and the colors that they come in. Although most people can tell by looking back at previous designs what type of cut or color will be in next, it's really all a mathematical equation in the long run. A series of patterns." Moki flipped through his papers, counting them before stuffing them back in his sketchbook. "In fact, this fall the color will be purple, though most companies will go for jade green." Moki blushed. He really shouldn’t have blabbed like that...

Mokuba could have kissed Moki for all the wonderful knowledge he had. In fact, he almost did so. He moved in close and looked in Moki's eyes. They really were a pretty color, one that he could use for that new hat design. He looked at the boy's lips, and just knowing that no one had kissed them before made him want them even more. But instead he did something he really never thought he would do: he bypassed and let the corner of his mouth slide along Moki's cheek until he got close to his ear. "Work for me."

"..Nani?" Moki inquired in a weak voice. He was relived Mokuba hadn't kissed him. It looked as if he was going to. The tingling sensation of Mokuba's lips sliding across his cheek had yet to go away. And his answer: PITIFUL! He must have sounded to WEAK! Or cute, hopefully. Moki REALLY hoped it was the latter.

"I said I want you to work for me," he answered as he pulled back, and then pointed at the sketchbook. "I liked what I saw, and I want to see those designs in the MmmK line." Moki did seem a bit slow on the uptake, but Mokuba figured it wouldn't matter, especially since he'd be working in the back, though Mokuba would make sure to keep him company. "And you'll be working very closely with me. It's a total win-win situation."

Moki briefly wondered how it was "win-win" for him, but decided it was best not to comment. The boy paused thoughtfully. "Um, well... I... I guess." Moki frowned slightly before looking up at Mokuba. "What would I need to do, exactly?" He felt something twist in his stomach. He prayed to any deity that would hear him out that he was not making a deal with the devil. Or worse: with God.

Mokuba slapped his forehead. Really, this boy was a few shoes short of closet set. "You'd be making designs of course, and helping with colors. They'll need to be approved by me before things are finalized, but with the style you have I'm sure things will work out great." And maybe then he'd be the one to take Moki's first kiss before someone else put their slimy mouth on it. "It's a great working environment. We really have a lot of fun, and I know I'll enjoy working with you." Damn, he was getting hot.

Moki nodded slowly. He knew he must have sounded stupid to Mokuba, but he really needed to make sure this all was... real. Moki looked over at the limo. "Well then, um... I guess you're going off, aren't you, huh?" He briefly wondered if Mokuba remembered the part about him going with, and if he was lucky... "Well, I don't want to keep you waiting, so, um... I'll see you later, Mokuba-kun." He began to slowly back away.

"Not coming then, hmm?" Mokuba crossed his arms. "You'll hurt my feelings," he lied. He still wasn't quite sure where he was planning to go. There was always the office that had work for him. Then there was Kaiba Corporation...well, his brother could take care of that. He had told Moki about the High End District, but he almost didn't feel in the shopping mood after seeing those sketches. Man, he was going to make a fortune.

Being the naive sap he was, Moki fell for Mokuba's lie like a toddler on a tricycle. "Um, no, ah... I'll come with you..." He said softly, trotting over to where Mokuba was. A brief picture of a puppy dog trotting to its owner filled his head, but he shook it off. He looked at Mokuba. "Um... what are we going to go do? Ah... I don't do much shopping, I... usually MAKE most of my clothes..."

Was there anything the boy didn't do? "We could go to the park. It's been a while since I've gone where I was completely relaxed to begin with." Mokuba walked over to the limo and waited for the driver to open the door. When the driver did so he climbed in, scooting over to make room for Moki. He patted the seat beside him. "You can sit right by me."

Moki nodded. Scooting inside, he sat beside Mokuba as instructed, but flushed when he scooted in a bit too close and felt his hips brush Mokuba's. Moki looked away, holding his sketchbook to his chest tightly. "Mm, ah, gomen nasai..." He said very softly, his voice barely brushing his vocal chords as his face dusted a pink hue.

Mokuba patted Moki's leg and let his hand linger there. "That's okay, I don't mind." He instructed the driver to take them to the park. The last time he had been there was a week or so ago on Lee's instructions to de-stress himself about the whole hat situation. He had just walked around that time. Maybe he would go and sit somewhere. "Have you been to Domino Park before?" He looked over at Moki, the hand on the boy's thigh moving slightly with the turn.

It's just a friendly gesture, that's all... Moki consoled himself. Pausing, he thought back and nodded. "Yes, I've been. I go there to reflect on things." A smile lit up his face.
"It's so beautiful there! All the trees and small animals are so cute..." Moki looked down at his sketchbook, still smiling. "It's really, um... nice." He let his eyes linger on the hand. Still there.

"I'm not particularly fond of the animals that crawl around the place. Or the children, for that matter, what with their dirty selves. Other then that it's a very nice place." Mokuba glanced down at the hand he still had on Moki's thigh. He was hoping for Moki to make some sort of move, knowing that it wouldn't be a large gesture, but was beginning to think it was all going to be a loss. "I've heard the pond is nice, though I've never been to that area. I always figured it wasn't very clean."

He couldn't take it anymore. Moki glared down at the hand before going, "Mokuba-kun? Hand. Off. Now." His face was flushed. "I, um... it's been there long enough now." He shifted his leg, and felt the hand slide further up his leg. Not Mokuba's fault, but he squealed nonetheless.

Mokuba didn't move his hand from it's now higher location. Instead, he half rose out of his seat so his upper body could face Moki directly, or at least as directly as he could without standing in front of him. "Where would you like me to move it then?" He let his voice come out low and grinned at the end. He feared that had he spoken in his regular voice he would have fallen into fits of laughter right there on the limo floor.

"Ah..." Moki's face flamed red. He had turned RED now. The boy shifted in his seat nervously, and subconsciously scooted back in his seat, his knees crashing together as his sketchbook flew on top of his lap. He looked around nervously before stammering, "Ah, um, ahh... M-Mokuba-k-kun... I don't..." He flushed brighter, embarrassed. "Um, p-please... don't tease me."

"You and that sketchbook," he mumbled as he let himself sit back down beside Moki. He loved what was in it, but the damn thing sure did get in the way. It was like he used it as some type of security device or something. "Besides, I was only asking a question. I thought you could handle something as simple as that."

Moki opened his mouth to protest... but he didn't have a good comeback for that. He just wasn't like his counterpart, who was confident and knew how to handle himself in all situations. Damn, he hadn't even HUGGED someone he liked before. Moki fiddled with his sketchbook, which sat on his lap as he said softly, "But I can't." He slowly traced his fingers over the book in a delicate pattern. "I can't, and I don't know how much to be myself. Like this." Moki looked up before frowning and pouting in annoyance, his cute cheeks puffing out. "And hey, I'm... I'm just not like you, okay? We're different, so, um, you can't expect me to... to be like you in everything."

So that's what this was all about. "I know you can't be like me. It would be really difficult, what with me being practically perfect. Sure, I expect more out of you. You look like me...sort of. Maybe work on that hair a bit." Mokuba pushed some strands he found particularly bothersome out of the way. "I just kind of can't help but touch you. It's like I should be feeling it, but I'm not." And he always felt there should be another of himself in the world to let there be more pretty. It really was a dream come true. He gazed out the window and saw they were coming up to the park.

Moki spotted the park out the window as well, but one thing stuck out in his mind at the moment. Without thinking twice or at all of the possible consequences, the small boy whispered incredulously, "Um, you like to touch me?"

He laughed. "That probably came out sounding a lot odder then I intended. I've just never found anyone that is as good as me, so when I see you I see me, and I've found someone who is good enough for me." Mokuba felt the car stop and felt the limo gently rock as the driver-side door shut. He turned and faced the door, glancing at Moki out of the corner of his eye and smiled as he waited for the driver to make his way around and open the door.

Moki was blushing gently, but not the embarrassed blush nor the flustered or mortified one. Even thought he didn't want to admit it, Mokuba's words had.... well, pleased him. Moki looked over at Mokuba, crawling out of the car as the driver opened the door, and still gripping his sketchbook. "Um... are you..." Moki focused on a rock. Good rock. "...Dating anyone, Mokuba-kun?"

The question came to him just as he was stepping out of the limo. It caught him off-guard, and his hand slipped from its position on the door, though he quickly caught himself. So Moki was interested in that, was he? He waited until he was outside and standing up, letting himself stretch to give himself more time. It really was a complicated question. "Well...it's an interesting situation, actually. There's kind of this thing with Otogi, who really hasn't been around much. We're in this 'relationship,' though I still see who I want and what not." Which reminded him that he needed to talk with Otogi about a few things...and not think about other things that concerned the sexy dice fiend.

"I see." Moki didn't mean for it to happen, but he sounded a tad disappointed. He didn't mean to--Mokuba could see who he pleased. After all, he could DATE, and KNEW what dating was and had BEEN on a date. And Otogi... he was sure he heard that name before. Moki decided it was the best time to skip over the question, and he walked deeper into the park. "Hmmm... so pretty..." He giggled happily as the wind picked up and very gently brushed his hair over his cheeks.

Mokuba couldn't help but notice the disappointing tone in Moki's voice, though he couldn't understand it. He had said that he could see other people. Maybe Moki didn't catch the last part or, probably more likely, he wasn't fond of the idea, what with his talk about having a 'special someone' earlier. Instead of trying to clear up the situation, he followed Moki's lead and ignored it. He was about to respond that the park was, indeed, very beautiful, until a snot nosed boy ran by him and he had to practically jump out of the way to not get touched. "Damn kid. Watch where you're going!" He dusted off the dirt that had brushed up on his pants.

"Careful..." Moki said softly, throwing down his yellow vest to the grass. Underneath was his blue and purple striped shirt and tight fitting blue jeans. "There's enough room for two..." he replied, settling himself down. He flicked his wrist, and out of his sleeved appeared a mechanical pencil that brushed his palm. In an instant, the sketchbook flipped open, and in mere seconds Moki's hand flew across the page as he sketched away.

"Thanks." He sat down and looked over to what the boy was sketching. He'd never seen someone work quite like that. Mokuba drew some designs, but they never looked like that. He could never get them to look how they did in his head. Instead, he gave his quick sketches to artists and had them draw it out, though he went over and made any corrections before they were final. "When did you start drawing?"

"About a year ago. I got some art supplies for my birthday," Moki said, his voice lower and smoother. It often did that when he was in deep concentration. His strokes were bold and simple, and refused to be sketchy like most drawings were. "I guess I'm a natural or something... it came easily to me... ah, hmm..." He pulled the pencil away thoughtfully, staring down at the outfit he drew. It was of a boy with a feather-trimmed duster on over a turtleneck shirt, and flared out slacks with a simple and elegant chain-link belt on that hung from the hips. Moki began to add designs on the ends of the duster. "I like to draw clothes, I guess. Simple as that. People like clothes... so it's easy to do, I see so much of them." He held it out at arms length. "There."

Mokuba rested his head on Moki's shoulder and looked at the picture. "Really wonderful. Even the turtleneck looks good, and I'm not a fan of them. But I like how you added the chain to it." He pointed at the drawing. "It adds a set of opposite to the outfit. Man, we are going to have so much fun working together."

Moki felt Mokuba’s head lean against his shoulder. The gesture made him feel a bit drowsy, which reminded him: he hadn't slept the previous night. He had been manically working on an outfit for some... princess in some unpronounceable country probably the size of his thumbnail... and as soon as he finished mailed it off and ran to school. Moki yawned, glad he brushed his teeth and washed his face as soon as he got to school. Thank god for travel packs. "Yeah..." He murmured, trying to keep his eyelids open. He yawned. "Fun..." Sleep... he was going... going... Moki's eyes slid shut, and his fingers curled gently around his sketchbook as he leaned into Mokuba, falling fast asleep on him. His sudden deadweight caused him to slip off Mokuba's side, his head landing in his lap as his free hand curled to his mouth.

He was about to ask to see a few more sketches when suddenly Moki shifted and landed right in his lap! Mokuba almost jumped from sheer surprise, but couldn't help but get a little excited. He looked down at the mane of black hair in his lap. Was it soft? He brought his hand up, though paused before running it through Moki's hair. Would he mind? Tch, he wouldn't even notice. Mokuba let his fingers slide through the thick hair, noticing that it was soft, though not as soft as his own. It was like seeing his own head in his own lap. Gah! That probably isn't the type of thing he should be thinking...but it really was quite a turn on.

Moki let out a soft groan from his pink lips. He slowly turned to face up, only to see Mokuba looked down at him, hands in his hair. Moki was too sleepy to react quickly, so instead he settled for an apology. "I'm sorry. I was up last night finishing a project... I haven't slept at all. I..." Moki's purple eyes blinked slowly. "I didn't mean to crash into you." He closed his eyes, burying his head into Mokuba. "...You're soft." He stated coyly.

Mokuba gritted his teeth. Part of him wanted to tell Moki to get up from his lap now because he had no idea what it was doing to him. However, another part of him wanted Moki to stay there and move around some more. He didn't think the latter would be taken to too kindly. "Er, well, that's very nice and good, and I don't mind one bit." And he wouldn't mind any other bit if Moki actually meant to be doing what he was, and maybe used his hands. "But perhaps we should get going, hmm? I could drop you off at your house. Or wherever."

Yawning cutely, Moki sat up, a few blades of grass stuck in his hair. He didn't know the kind of arousing vibe he gave off, but didn't know it was so easily thrown off course with his undeniably wholesome look. Moki stood, brushing off grass and yawning. "Mm, nah, no thank you, Mokuba-kun. I'm in a hotel right now, Nii-chan's... um, gone." He hadn't seen him since he got here, but whatever. "And it's just across the street from the park. I need the walk anyway." He picked up his sketchbook and vest, and bowed politely at Mokuba. "Arigato, Mokuba-kun. I will do my best to better your company." He flushed before adding, "And I'll do what you wish me to in order to obtain that. No task, no matter how difficult, I will do!" Moki yawned again cutely. "Ah... Ja Ne, Mokuba-kun."

Mokuba stood up as well. So he'll do anything, hmmm? "That's the type of spirit I like to see!" He waved to Moki and watched as the boy walked off. "I'll talk to you later about when to come in and what not." He turned and walked toward a different entrance and into the waiting limo. The separation panel was open, and Mokuba closed it before he began to take care of a certain situation that Moki had left him in. Well, this would certainly shape up to be very interesting, and if there was one thing Mokuba liked, it was interesting.