Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Trouble With Mail-Order ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )

The TroublewithMail-Order

 

 

Mariku's lilac eyes gazed intently at the computer screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard at lightning speeds as he filled out the form displayed on the monitor before him. His lips curled into a smirk as he paused to think about one of the questions proposed. Shrugging his shoulders, he made up a random guess and entered it in. He then proceeded down the column of inquiries, clicking on different images in order to get a better look at the many hair colors, styles, skin colors, and eye colors that he had to choose from. He entered a height, he entered a weight, and he entered the exact personality of what he figured his best friend would like in a woman.

 

When the questionnaire was completed he sat back in his black leather chair and watched as a picture of his creation appeared before him. His eyes widened slightly and he reached out a hand to touch the computer screen. Damn, he had such good taste that it wasn't even funny; his friend better be grateful for this.

 

As he searched the pale-skinned form for any faults in appearance, only one thought surfaced in his mind: `I am a genius. That's all there is to it. I'm just a pure genius.'

 

It was true, in a sense. The robotic gift that Mariku had created for his best friend could definitely be considered genius by any male. She was slightly shorter than the average height, built to stand at 5'2'', her limbs were all long and slender, and golden brown was the color of her skin. Her hair was bleach-blonde, layered, and stylishly touched down to the center of back. Her eyes were of the deepest blue, innocently resembling the darkest of oceans, and they sparkled radiantly. Her chest was, by no means, flat; she was curvy in all of the right places.

 

Yes, if a man had to picture their ideal woman, then this would most likely be it. Or it would be according to Mariku, at least.

 

The blonde Egyptian was ecstatic with his creation. He had already fallen in love with it, and he was a bit peeved that he would have to give it away once it arrived. But it was intended to be a present for his best friend, and Mariku would begrudgingly give it up for him.

 

Cracking his knuckles, Mariku clicked the `proceed to checkout' button, and was met with another form to fill out.

 

We at Kaiba Corporation thank you for your interest in our products. Before proceeding to check out, please fill out the following mail-order form completely.

 

Kaiba Corporation Mail-Order Form:

 

Name: Mariku Ishtar

Age: 17

Birthday: December 23, 1988

Address: - - - - -Domino City, Japan

Credit Card No.: - - - - - - - - - - - -

Expiration Date: December 12, 2010

Item Desired: Bride No. 6900690 / Personal Creation

 

Is this item a gift? Y/N: yes

If so, please fill out the form below. We will use the below information only to further personalize the gift that he or she will be receiving from Kaiba Corporation.

 

Recipient's Name: Bakura Hideyoshi

Recipient's Age: 18

Recipient's Birthday: September 2, 1988

Recipient's Address: Apartment No. - - - - - , Downtown Domino City, Japan

Message to Recipient: Happy Christmas! I personalized this baby special for you, so you better enjoy her! With love, Mariku

 

-Continue - or - Go Back? -

 

 

He sighed and clicked to continue. The computerized response told him that the employees at Kaiba Corporation would begin construction on his purchase immediately, and that his creation would be delivered to him within the next week. Satisfied with the reply that the website gave him, he stretched and sat back again, never taking his eyes off of the blonde-haired beauty that he had fashioned with his own amazing imagination.

 

There was a sharp knock on the door and soon afterwards an intruder in the room.

 

Mariku whirled around, a scowl on his face. “Malik,” he snapped, “how many times have I told you to knock before you enter?”

 

Malik was taken aback by the outburst and hesitantly backed up a step. However, when he noticed the portrait of a lovely lady displayed proudly on the computer screen he ventured closer to the desk. Placing an arm over the top of Mariku's chair, he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

 

“Why? Doing naughty things in here?”

 

Mariku pretended to look offended by the idea. “I would never!”

 

Malik laughed and then turned his gaze back to the girl's picture. “So what are you doing anyways? You're definitely not into porno sites, because the door wouldn't be unlocked if you were. So...” his brow furrowed slightly as he read the small caption at the top of the page. “Mail-order brides..? What the heck is this?”

 

The taller of the two Egyptians smirked. “Exactly what it sounds like, little brother.” He used the mouse to scroll up the page and read aloud a description of what the site offered. “It says: “For the past five years, Kaiba Corporation has been the world's largest manufacturer and distribution all types of electronic goods - ranging from Duel Disks to the newest technological advancement, Mail-order Brides!”

 

“I already know what Kaiba Corporation is,” Malik said with a dramatic roll of the eyes. “What I want to find out about is this whole mail-order thing you're into. I mean, I never thought you'd be desperate enough to order a chic off the internet...”

 

“How very funny,” Mariku said. He turned back to the description on the website. “It says that the Mail-order Brides “are not human girls sold off to be pleasure slaves. In fact, they are the exact opposite of that. Kaiba Corporation's Mail-order Brides are electronically designed women, built to act, look, and feel like real human beings. These Brides are intended to act as life-long companions and friends, and are generated to fit the style, personality, and liking of the ones who buy them. Some Brides are pre-made, others can be custom fashioned to fit their creator's personal taste and needs. The Brides each have different personalities. No two Brides are the same, which makes them all unique in their own way.”... It goes on to say how to create one of your own, which I already have done.”

 

Malik crossed his arms over his chest, an interested look on his tanned face. “So now that I understand what these things are, my question is this: Why would you want one?”

 

“It isn't for me. I'm getting it as a Christmas present for Bakura.”

 

A dumbfounded expression befell the younger Egyptian's face and he stared at Mariku with incredulous lilac eyes. He blinked several times before wondering audibly if his brother was indeed serious.

 

“Of course I'm serious. I'm always serious, Malik. The guy lives all alone, and we're really his only friends.” When he noticed his sibling was about to say something against that he waved his hand dismissively. “Oh the other students at school don't care about him; they all think he's a weirdo. And Bakura doesn't even like most of them, anyways. I think that a hot female companion would be really good for him. It might make him less lonely, you know?”

 

Malik groaned. “I can't believe you're serious about that. It's pretty pathetic. Do you know that sending him this might be considered offensive? I mean, I wouldn't be happy if you bought me one for Christmas.”

 

“Well if he really does get insulted by it then I can always return it and buy him something else. God, Malik, you take everything way too seriously. You'll be an old man by the time you're twenty.”

 

Mariku exited stood up from his chair, giving a large stretch. He then turned to his sibling and gave him a playful slap on the back. “Is dinner ready yet?”

 

Malik's lavender eyes brightened considerably and he remembered the real reason he had come into the computer room in the first place. “Oh, yeah. Isis had told me to come and get you.”

 

“Good, I'm starved.”

 

Mariku left the room without a care in the world, not having seen the small notice that popped up on the screen.

 

OOOOOOOO

 

A Kaiba Corporation employee snatched several papers from the printer as they came out. She read them over carefully, her violet eyes widening slightly as she saw that it was another request for a custom-made product.

 

“Four orders within the last hour. I must say that this Mail-order Bride business is turning out to be a real success, however degrading to women it may appear.”

 

She shrugged her shoulders. It didn't really matter to her. The selling of the mechanical Brides was putting money into her pocket, so she really didn't have any complaints. She was going to get rich off of these products, and the only thing she had to do was match the desired appearance and personality of the Bride with the name of the buyer - a rather simple task for a job position that paid so great a deal.

 

“Hey, Mai, are we doing lunch tomorrow afternoon?”

 

She didn't even see the young man who had spoken until he had run into her. The papers in her hands went spilling onto the tile floor beneath her, and she cursed silently. Getting down on her knees, she began putting the papers back in what she thought were the correct order. She then stood back up to her full height and gave the young man a fierce glare.

 

“You only wish, hun.” She smirked and handed him the papers. “These are the latest orders. The order on top needs to be filled before Christmas, so tell the ones in charge of building these models that they better hightail it... unless they want to get fired, of course. The paper on the bottom is directly sent to me from Mr. Kaiba. It says which model to specifically terminate. Make sure it gets done.”

 

The young man took the papers and nodded his head. “Y-yes, ma'am. Sorry for running into you.”

 

“Don't think on it.”

 

Mai walked away and the young man looked down at the order placed on top.

 

He raised an eyebrow when he saw what the order had been placed for, and scratched his head in contemplation. “Wow, someone is actually interested in the Ryou model? I thought that was the least popular one?” He shrugged his shoulders. It wasn't his place to question the customer's preference in Brides.

 

Without a second thought he placed the order for Ryou at the top of Brides to create, and then he left to go home.