Disclaimer: Denied.

(But rest of the characters introduced in the story are Anshu's property. So is the storyline-plot-idea. © 7/4/2012.)

For Spannerspoon.

"With all due disrespect, you Seto Kaiba?"

The insulted CEO glared at the girl, blocking the main entrance.

5'6 tall. Brown haired, round face, grey eyes, petite framed. Dressed in black top, red miniskirt, and white shoes, he calculated her weight to be around 50 kilograms. 10 kilos less than the weight of his dumbbells that he bench-pressed every day. Lifting and tossing her aside would take 6 seconds. Add another 6 to scare the audience gathered around in the aftermath. In roughly 12 seconds, he could unblock the path and have the main entrance to himself.

"With all due disrespect, Seto Kaiba." The girl smiled, unaware of his noble intentions. "You ride your own ass?" She inquired. Her tone polite.

"Excuse me?"

"You like to ride your...?"

"Seto please." Téa rushed, breathless. She caught him by his wrist. Stopping him just in time from strangling the insolent girl. "Please don't feel insulted. She means you no harm. Her English is not good, that's all. And by 'riding your own ass' she's asking you if you'd like to have a horse for horse riding."

Téa explained to diffuse the situation. She had seen the scene unfolding from her food stall, nearly 100 meters away. She knew of her boyfriend's unsocial disposition. He had only come to this school fair on her request. His foot hardly in the entrance and he was already scheming the ways to decimate the school population. Reading that patented scowl with the fury in his eyes, she had run all the way to clear the minor misunderstanding.

And of course, save the poor insolent girl.

"Seto, I'd like you to meet 'Phrase Henshaw.' Phrase is a foreign student from Northern Domino Islands. She has come to study English at our school. And I've volunteered to help her."

"Yes." Phrase confirmed. "2 days away from home now."

His anger dissipated. But a frown creased his brow as he studied the girl with poor English skills standing before him. Her grey eyes radiated warmth and she was smiling. His stomach turned. It was a sign of invariable disaster.

'Be nice.' Téa warned, noticing a healthy amount of undisguised interest, both from the student body and the management, directed towards them.

Seto played along. Attempting to welcome the new student.

"How do you like it so far in Domino?" He asked.

"Hookay!" Phrase shrugged casually. "Home more relaxed. More getting laid on the back. Here, upfront. Only hard and firm."

"Oh well! I'm sure we can fix that."

"Stop it, Seto." Téa blushed. "It's 'laid-back,' Phrase. Home's more laid-back. Not - 'getting laid on the back.'"

Seto's eyebrows shot upward. He keenly eyed his girlfriend."What about upfront? And hard and firm?"

Téa coughed. "Interesting fair. Lots of stalls. C'mon, let's check them out. Do you think you'll be okay, Phrase?"

"Hookay! I like fairs. This is very gud fair." Grey eyes met the pair of blues warmly. "Though at home, it's forbidden to enter a woman. If dressed as a man."

Téa coughed again. Seto gently rubbed her back. Composing herself, she laughed nervously. Her brains deep-fried, now short-circuiting in deciphering her foreign friend's lingo.

"You mean, women aren't allowed in. That's - what's forbidden - rite?"

"No." Seto corrected, concealing a laugh. "She means women dressed as men are forbidden to enter the fairs."

Phrase nodded. She looked at Téa's dress distastefully. "You drop your knickers here. Then go and have good time with him."

"I couldn't agree more."

Téa shot him a dirty look. "Stop being a pervert." She hissed. "And thanks Phrase, but I like my shorts on." Denying the offered spare black long skirt to change-into.

"Hookay! Then I taste him."

"What?" Seto took a precautionary step back. Feeling violated by Ms. Henshaw's determined looks.

"What?" Téa took an angry step forward. Feeling a bit jealous by Ms. Henshaw's bold move.

"No, Phrase. You don't taste him." She said firmly. Defending her boyfriend's virtue. "Nor does anyone else."

"No. No. You no understand. I offer myself as gift." Phrase took out a measuring tape from her bag. Seto felt beyond violated. He was going to get measured before the taste-test. "I must taste him. My father, fine tailor. He makes fur coats from ladies and mens own skin."

'With all due respect, this voluntary work is getting on my nerves. I've had it with this English tutoring.'

Téa's hand shot out, palm up, wide open. She looked at Phrase squarely in the eye, demanding the measuring tape. She was grateful for the offer of a fur coat gift as a token of their friendship. But no one tested, tasted, or sized her boyfriend, except her.

And for once, Phrase didn't need words to understand Téa's gesture or the possessive fire behind her eyes. The message was clear. Relinquishing the tape, Phrase smiled at the couple and parted with the final words of wisdom. "You taste him."

O she had every intention to. A blistering fever caught his skin as Téa's lips descended on his. Seto caught her firmly in his hold as she kissed him in front of everyone. Testing him, tasting him, and finding her way, herself, from his mouth through his heart to his soul.

Her ears only. "How do you like my taste?"

"Hookay!"