A/n: I'm baaaack! And this . . . is the sequel to . . . Looks Like Love. (fanfare) It picks off right from where I left off. Those who haven't read it . . . whatcha waiting for? An invite? lol. BUt you just need to know that S/T is a couple. Annnnd that's about it! I decided to stick with first person, though not necessarily alternating anymore. I haven't seen any S/T with first person, so . . . might as well make a milestone!

Disclaimer: This author doesn't own anything of Yugioh, a copyrighted thingamajig.

%%%%%Chapter One: The Invitation%

Tea's POV

As I walked away with Seto Kaiba on my arm----he was on my arm, not the other way around---I happened to notice the we were heading for the limo, unlike the other students, who were all going to the overnight party at DHS graduation. No biggie, but instead of his regular chauffeur, there was a guy dressed in airline garb, like a pilot.

"Your jet awaits, sir," said the guy, nodding.

"Jet?" I said questioningly, glancing up at him but all Kaiba did was brush past the guy, mutter a few words of thanks then glance at me standing in the dark.

"Isn't it obvious?" he said, the three words that had been said to me countless times by him. He expects I'm a mind reader, or what?

But this time, I understood. He was taking a trip . . . somewhere. "Where are you going?" I ventured, figuring I'd have to wrestle the information away. He had a stubborn streak a mile long.

But this not time. After watching me fiddle with the hem of my blouse, he answered, "Hawaii."

Hawaii? That sounded as foreign to me as . . . well, I don't know, something foreign! I was too aware of how upset I felt that he was leaving already. Only just a few minutes ago, we FINALLY made up after a scary fight, actually, I did ALL of 'making up', while he did nothing, that is. Typical.

It was obvious I was conjuring something to be mad at, since I felt so uneasy. He didn't look the least bit uneasy, I could the glimmer of a smile hanging around the corners of his eyes. I was so used to him laughing at me about something, that I ignored it. For the time being. "So . . .uh . . . . w-when are you going to be back?" I tried to casually finger-comb my hair, only it got stuck partway through.

"Mm," he pretended to think, tossing his head to one side, "I'm not sure. A few weeks, I assume."

A few weeks? I could live with that.

" . . . . Maybe a few months . . . . " he went on in a lazy voice, like it wouldn't matter less to him.

"S-sounds like you're planning to get some real rest and relaxation," I mumbled, thinking that wasn't all that unusual, since he did just graduate from high school. He smiled widely as if I'd said something funny.

"I don't know about that." He turned back into his vehicle, then looked at me pointedly. I figured he wanted to give me a ride home, even though I'd brought my own car. So I got in anyway.

Still, I said, "I brought my own car, you don't have to give me a ride home."

"I'm not."

"Oh." I was vaguely puzzled. It was obvious he knew something I didn't, and I wasn't about to ask, I might as well ask the seat in front of me; I'd get as much answer. Besides, I didn't want him to think that I was in the dark while he knew everything, it'd give him a bigger head, and he wouldn't be able to get back out. . . . but stuck in this limo forever . . . .

I giggled nervously to myself at that, while he shot me a glance from over his computer. The one that seemed to be glued to his lap. I was pleased to see a vaguely worried look, slight though it was, it gave me a personal thrill. Looking for clues, I saw nothing but his expensive Samsonite luggage on the floor of the limo, quite a bit. Probably for a long time , then . . . . I figured.

I fidgeted restlessly, chewing my thumbnail as the silence fell over. Most likely he meant that I was to see him off. I was sad; I would miss him. Maybe it was important to tell him so. So I said, "Will you write?"

"Write?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow as if he'd never heard that work in his life. "Are you nuts?"

I flustered, "Send email . . . . whatever . . . . you know what I mean! Keep in contact in some way?!" I gestured, waving my arms wildly in a Well?! Do you get it?!

He seemed to find my antics amusing. "Of course I'll keep in contact, just in not the way you're thinking of." Then, he returned to his typing. Clack click.

I gave up trying get information and stared out the window as we approached the airstrip. I felt a funny, fluttering feeling in the stomach, a nervous gushy feeling. He didn't seem to notice at all, cool as a cucumber like always. It annoyed me. He could at least PRETEND to be SAD!

"What's wrong?" We got out and walked to a huge white jumbo jet as the pilot man starting unloading the luggage.

I couldn't take it anymore. " 'What's wrong?!' " I shrilled, losing my cool. "You're going away for God know how long and--and all you say is 'what's wrong'?!"

"So . . . you'd miss me?" His expression didn't waver, not a flick.

"Well, of COURSE I would!" I yelled angrily so that the pilot looked like he wanted to whip out a straightjacket for me any second now.

"Then. . . why don't you come with me?" He grinned widely, turning toward the plane. I realized this was his plan all along.

"But---but---" I said as he pulled me by the wrist towards to steps of the rumbling plane. It was so big. "Y-you mean like us on a vacation---?" I said confusedly.

"What else?" He seemed so carefree as the door shut behind us. I was still a blank. "If you'd miss me that much, then you should come along, then." He said simply, turning away to give instructions to the pilot.

"But," I protested, to his back, "I don't even have any luggage!"

He smiled smugly. "Don't worry. You won't need it."

I realized THAT was his plan all along. . . . . .

TBC

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