Title: Razzle Dazzle

Author: Svelte Rose
Part: Chapter 1

Comments: This is the challenge Mamono gave me and yes, I have been lagging with the process of writing it but now, I've finally finished the first part! BWAHA! Now to actually do the next chapter…;; I'm not sure where this particular fic is going but hopefully, I'll have it figured out soon. By the way, I don't own YGO or any of their characters.

Clouds slowly moved across the full moon which shone brightly down upon Tokyo University's main campus grounds. In one particular room where a ray of the moonlight snuck through the blinds, a slender figure carefully stapled several batches of paper together, organized them into a neat pile, closed several file cabinet drawers and snapped her binder shut. The lone lamp which stood upon the desk offered an amount of light sufficient enough so that the only occupant was able to finish her work. The fact that moonlight rays peeked through the cracks between the blinds only made the room seem even more eerie.

No matter how spooky the room may have seemed to any other person, this singular occupant was not fazed one bit. In fact, with all she had gone through, it was hard to surprise her much less faze her. Moonlight peeking through blinds in an uncommonly silent wing of this building was not at all disturbing. In fact, the effect was the opposite for her; it was actually quite calming opposed to the hectic day she'd just survived.

But now, it was time for the trek back to the dorm rooms before she was locked in the buildings. She had been working the entire night from when her last class ended and though she did have one particular 'appointment' (if she could even label it that), she didn't care to keep it. The trek back to her dorms would be a safe journey. Plus, campus police cars patrolled the grounds to scare off any potential rapist or robber.

Then again, there was that one patch of woods that she had to walk through. Whoever thought of building the campus and the female dorm rooms with a large patch of woods separating them needed to be fired from their job. At least, that's what she'd thought when she first came to this campus.

Now, she had a small rectangular-shaped device that fit snug in her palm which was sure to take care of any problems she may (or may not) encounter. At least, she hoped for that much.

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There was the occasional cricket chip, a branch snap here and there, a hoot from a hidden night owl, and then the ever-present moon rays which now, instead of peeking through between the blinds, they now filtered through the leafy branches of the large, oak trees. It made the walk seem even more omniscient than it should be - that's what she figured.

Holding back the urge to snort at such foolishness, Téa reached up to scratch her head before she was yanked by the waist and thrown against an oak tree trunk, a rather large, oak tree trunk.

"You're late," were his first two words.

She could've predicted those words a mile away. But she couldn't do anything now, not when he had his entire form pressed up against hers, pushing her into the tree. It was rough, but one large palm of his was placed in a particularly boney area of her back. Though it may have helped her somewhat, it also constricted her right arm from reaching out to push him away.

And thus the struggle began.

"Jesus Christ, get off of me," She snarled, her only free arm doing its best to push him again.

But to no avail. He was just much stronger and had better leverage than her. Even if she was pushing (and by no means was she a wussy, muscle-less girl; quite the opposite, in fact), his lips were still able to reach that one particularly sensitive spot under her ear.

"You should learn to be on time," he murmured, lips moving with each syllable. "You know how angry I get when I have to wait,"

"Get over yourself," She bit back as she tried to push herself away from the tree. Struggle as she could, it only served to excite her captor more, especially when that particular action only moved her closer to him.

Sadistic bastard. That was no surprise there. He'd been like that the entire way through high school, though he'd ignored her and her friends so they didn't care too much for it.

But now...

"Stop it!" She resorted to pleading when his lips moved to her shirt line.

He lifted his head, and spoke the same words he'd spoken every night, ever since these...assignations began, "Revenge is best served sweet, Gardner,"

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Her slender fingers tried the best they could to button her cardigan as fast as they could, trembling as violently as they did. Tears threatened to spill down her face as she left the last few buttons open and searched around for her skirt. Fingers combed through her hair, ridding it of any twig, leaf or other various wood items that may have gotten entangled.

His blue eyes followed her nervous form, a smirk playing upon the lips. He pulled on his own, now wrinkled, school shirt, not even bothering to button it up. Watching her fumble around was much more amusing and seeing that purplish-blue mark he'd left between the flaps of the unbuttoned shirt made him feel even more satisfied.

"Can you move please? You're sitting on my skirt," She quietly mumbled. Though her voice was small, her look was defiant as she rested upon her knees, looking at him with narrowed eyes. She held out one arm to receive the skirt.

He yanked her onto his lap, fighting the urge to grin when her blush became even more apparent as she reached for the skirt he now held above his head.

"Kaiba, please," She softly requested, after several rescue attempts for her skirt.

"You've said that a lot this last half hour or so,"

She leapt up one final time and got a firm hold of the skirt, quickly scooting away to put it on. Though her blush may have been believed to be embarrassment, it was more out of anger - the same went for her tears now falling heavily down her cheeks. "And to think you were someone I admired once - what with your company and all,"

"Wasn't that what drew you to the first place? To make your oh-so-delectable offer? I thought I would be the one who was going to be made a fool out of but it turns out to be the very opposite, in fact. Of course, you don't expect me to make a business proposition without knowing I would get more than my partner, did you?"

She didn't- she couldn't respond.

"What do you think of me now, Gardner?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

She was silent for a long time as she fumbled with the zipper of her skirt. Finally, "What if...in fact, you're just disgusting?" The brunette responded with as much ferocity as she could manage, eyes staring hard into his.

He shrugged, the trademark smirk playing upon his lips, "That's fine with me," Chuckling, he got up and pulled on his pants with the belt still looped through, only unbuckled. "Face the facts Gardner, you're mine."

She picked up her jacket and threw it on, his words infuriating her even more. Forget robbers and rapists, he was much, much worse.

End Notes: Flames are not welcomed but constructive criticism very much is.