AN: Alright. This is the second to last chapter. You've probably been
wondering what the hell has taken me so long. Sorry. Anyway, Let's see.
In this chapter we have beer, passed out people, strip poker, Kaiba and
Tea. Not a very good combo, but I do it anyway. Hehehe. Strip poker.
Just a good reason to see Kaiba without his *******. *Giggles*
Hurts XXII
I emptied my fourth beer and held it over my head.
"Whoa!" I cried, feeling the burning alcohol run down my throat.
"Man, Kaiba!" Tristan cheered. "You sure can drink!"
"This is fantastic! I feel great!" I laughed, looking around the room. Joey and Mai were making out in a corner and Bakura was passed out in a chair. Yugi, being the sensible boy he was, had already gone to bed.
"Strip poker!" Yami called. Tristan let out a cheer and we ran over. Mai and Joey joined us, stopping only to pick up more beer. "Ground rules, we beat clothes but you're out once you get down to you're underwear."
"Aww, man!" Joey smiled, kissing Mai. "I was kinda hoping Mai would lose."
"Why you!" Mai laughed, pretending to hit Joey. Yami rolled his eyes and dealt the first hand.
"Alright." I said, trying to look important, but failing as I was almost completely drunk. "I open... my coat."
"I'll see you." Joey nodded. "And raise my left shoe."
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Kaiba emptied his third beer of the game and giggled.
"Come on Kaiba." Tristan slurred. "Your turn."
"I've already lost my coat and shirt to Yami." Kaiba laughed, pointing his finger at me. "Woo, so tired."
We all watched as the worlds duel monsters champion continued to giggle. This continued for about thirty seconds, when suddenly he fell over and began to snore.
"Guess he's out." Joey snickered. Mai laughed and soon all of us, drunk and loving it, were laughing ourselves sick.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I woak up the next morning and looked around the large room, slightly confused as to where I was. The room was by no means small, and this was accented by the lack of furniture. Decorated in tasteful shades of blue and white, the room held only the bed I was sleeping in and a dresser. I rubbed my wrists and looked down at the bandages.
"Since when where my..." I began. Suddenly memories of being kidnapped and rescued filled my mind and I remembered where I was. I got up and found that at the end of my bed there was a trunk and a set of clothes had been laid out on it. Pulling the jean shorts and the T-shirt on, I found that Kaiba had included a large sweater. I smiled and wrapped the sweater around my waist and made my way downstairs.
"Hello?" I called. "Is anyone else awake?"
"Morning, Tea!" Yami smiled at me, coming out of the living room. Something was a bit off about him but I couldn't place it, so I decided to go with the obvious problem of me seeing him.
"Yami? What are you doing here?"
"Joey convinced Kaiba to celebrate your safe return and, since my ride home was to drunk to stand up or remain conscious, let alone drive, I figured I'd stay the night. Not to mention Yugi had decided to skip the party and crashed in one of Kaiba's guest rooms."
"Oh." I blinked. "So, you lot partied?"
"Yep. Plenty of booze and music." Yami grinned.
"Beer? But you don't look hung over."
"Cause I'm not. I seem to have grown an immunity to alcohol since I am a spirit."
"Oh." I said again. "Um, why are you wearing Kaiba's coat? And Joey's shoes?" There, I had finally placed what was wrong with Yami.
"Yes, well, we ended up playing strip poker. That is Mai, Joey, Kaiba, Tristan and I. Yugi skipped the party and Bakura passed out pretty quickly. I won."
"So all you guys are naked in there?" I asked, suddenly shocked.
"NO!" Yami laughed. "Once you got to underwear, you were out. And Kaiba passed out mid way through our third hand, so all he lost was his shirt and coat. Besides, Mai and Joey went up to a guest room when Mai started her loosing streak."
"Umm, right." I finally managed to choke out. "You know where the kitchen is?"
"That I do." Yami grinned. We stood there in silence.
"You planning on telling me before I have to set up camp?" I asked.
"Oh, you wanted to know! Well, it's straight through the living room then you'll see a dining room and then through that is the kitchen."
"Kinda far." I remarked.
"I suppose so." Yami shrugged. I sighed and walked into the living room. I was surprised by the amount of beer bottles on the floor. Not only was it virtually impossible to walk without having to kick a can out from under foot, but the beer had begun to soak into the carpet. Sighing I went past the table that Tristan was slumped over and nearly tripped over a body.
"SHIT!" I muttered. About to chew the person out, I look down and saw it was Kaiba. And indeed, he was wearing no shirt.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It wasn't the swift kick in the side the woak me up. It was, in point of fact, my already aching shoulder. Unable to gain my bearings, I had decided to just shut my eyes until I could actually remember where I was. After lying there for a few minutes, a foot hit my side and I heard a muffled curse.
'Serves them right for kicking me.' I mused, though I was really hoping that the person would just leave me alone. They didn't.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I looked down at Kaiba's chest and noticed, for the first time, that his upper body was covered in scars of all sizes and shapes. The odd thing was that they all appeared to be old.
"Oh, Kaiba." I whispered. "So this is why you always kept your shirt buttoned all the way up. What happened? When were you hurt so bad?"
I reached a hand out and traced one of the larger scares with my finger. It wasn't a normal childhood scar. This scar had been caused on purpose and had most likely been very painful. I let my finger trace the scar as it curved around Kaiba's stomach and went through his navel till it reached his collarbone. My finger began to back track when sudden Kaiba's eyes snapped open and he caught my wrist in a painful death grip.
Hurts XXII
I emptied my fourth beer and held it over my head.
"Whoa!" I cried, feeling the burning alcohol run down my throat.
"Man, Kaiba!" Tristan cheered. "You sure can drink!"
"This is fantastic! I feel great!" I laughed, looking around the room. Joey and Mai were making out in a corner and Bakura was passed out in a chair. Yugi, being the sensible boy he was, had already gone to bed.
"Strip poker!" Yami called. Tristan let out a cheer and we ran over. Mai and Joey joined us, stopping only to pick up more beer. "Ground rules, we beat clothes but you're out once you get down to you're underwear."
"Aww, man!" Joey smiled, kissing Mai. "I was kinda hoping Mai would lose."
"Why you!" Mai laughed, pretending to hit Joey. Yami rolled his eyes and dealt the first hand.
"Alright." I said, trying to look important, but failing as I was almost completely drunk. "I open... my coat."
"I'll see you." Joey nodded. "And raise my left shoe."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kaiba emptied his third beer of the game and giggled.
"Come on Kaiba." Tristan slurred. "Your turn."
"I've already lost my coat and shirt to Yami." Kaiba laughed, pointing his finger at me. "Woo, so tired."
We all watched as the worlds duel monsters champion continued to giggle. This continued for about thirty seconds, when suddenly he fell over and began to snore.
"Guess he's out." Joey snickered. Mai laughed and soon all of us, drunk and loving it, were laughing ourselves sick.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I woak up the next morning and looked around the large room, slightly confused as to where I was. The room was by no means small, and this was accented by the lack of furniture. Decorated in tasteful shades of blue and white, the room held only the bed I was sleeping in and a dresser. I rubbed my wrists and looked down at the bandages.
"Since when where my..." I began. Suddenly memories of being kidnapped and rescued filled my mind and I remembered where I was. I got up and found that at the end of my bed there was a trunk and a set of clothes had been laid out on it. Pulling the jean shorts and the T-shirt on, I found that Kaiba had included a large sweater. I smiled and wrapped the sweater around my waist and made my way downstairs.
"Hello?" I called. "Is anyone else awake?"
"Morning, Tea!" Yami smiled at me, coming out of the living room. Something was a bit off about him but I couldn't place it, so I decided to go with the obvious problem of me seeing him.
"Yami? What are you doing here?"
"Joey convinced Kaiba to celebrate your safe return and, since my ride home was to drunk to stand up or remain conscious, let alone drive, I figured I'd stay the night. Not to mention Yugi had decided to skip the party and crashed in one of Kaiba's guest rooms."
"Oh." I blinked. "So, you lot partied?"
"Yep. Plenty of booze and music." Yami grinned.
"Beer? But you don't look hung over."
"Cause I'm not. I seem to have grown an immunity to alcohol since I am a spirit."
"Oh." I said again. "Um, why are you wearing Kaiba's coat? And Joey's shoes?" There, I had finally placed what was wrong with Yami.
"Yes, well, we ended up playing strip poker. That is Mai, Joey, Kaiba, Tristan and I. Yugi skipped the party and Bakura passed out pretty quickly. I won."
"So all you guys are naked in there?" I asked, suddenly shocked.
"NO!" Yami laughed. "Once you got to underwear, you were out. And Kaiba passed out mid way through our third hand, so all he lost was his shirt and coat. Besides, Mai and Joey went up to a guest room when Mai started her loosing streak."
"Umm, right." I finally managed to choke out. "You know where the kitchen is?"
"That I do." Yami grinned. We stood there in silence.
"You planning on telling me before I have to set up camp?" I asked.
"Oh, you wanted to know! Well, it's straight through the living room then you'll see a dining room and then through that is the kitchen."
"Kinda far." I remarked.
"I suppose so." Yami shrugged. I sighed and walked into the living room. I was surprised by the amount of beer bottles on the floor. Not only was it virtually impossible to walk without having to kick a can out from under foot, but the beer had begun to soak into the carpet. Sighing I went past the table that Tristan was slumped over and nearly tripped over a body.
"SHIT!" I muttered. About to chew the person out, I look down and saw it was Kaiba. And indeed, he was wearing no shirt.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It wasn't the swift kick in the side the woak me up. It was, in point of fact, my already aching shoulder. Unable to gain my bearings, I had decided to just shut my eyes until I could actually remember where I was. After lying there for a few minutes, a foot hit my side and I heard a muffled curse.
'Serves them right for kicking me.' I mused, though I was really hoping that the person would just leave me alone. They didn't.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I looked down at Kaiba's chest and noticed, for the first time, that his upper body was covered in scars of all sizes and shapes. The odd thing was that they all appeared to be old.
"Oh, Kaiba." I whispered. "So this is why you always kept your shirt buttoned all the way up. What happened? When were you hurt so bad?"
I reached a hand out and traced one of the larger scares with my finger. It wasn't a normal childhood scar. This scar had been caused on purpose and had most likely been very painful. I let my finger trace the scar as it curved around Kaiba's stomach and went through his navel till it reached his collarbone. My finger began to back track when sudden Kaiba's eyes snapped open and he caught my wrist in a painful death grip.