I was very depressed at one point and wrote this. I modified it a great deal from its original version though. I think a Seto/Tea pairing is too cute! But maybe that's just me. AnywayI do not own and/or profit from Yu-Gi-Oh! in any way. Of course I know everyone's probably sick of hearing that This is just something I decided to write for pleasure. When I was inspired by an event in my life, let's say. Please give me your honest opinions. I don't even care if you criticize. I'm really trying to develop my style. I don't accept flames, but constructive criticism I do. I'll trust my readers to know the difference. I dedicate this to those who have made an impact in my life. Most especially, my best friend!

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The rain thundered upon the small bridge as Tea perched on the railing. She hoped he'd be here soon, she was completely soaked. It's so very cold tonight, she thought, shaking, wrapping her jacket more tightly still about her small frame. "Only for him" she muttered, wishing he'd show. She glanced at her watch, and her heart fell. He was late. He was never late. "Please come!" she whispered to the cold night. But he won't, a nasty voice declared, having woken in the back of her dazed mind. "He will! You'll see!" she spat. Only the roaring currents underfoot heard her cry.

The minutes passed slowly. She paced the length of the bridge, mind numb. Why wasn't he here? She watched as the cars passed on the near-by highway. Not one turned onto the remote country road. A small moan escaped her. It was so very cold. He should be here by now; what was taking him so long? He's not coming, the voice declared again, this time with a bit more force. Despite her resolve, Tea began to agree.

The rain pounded upon her, as Tea lifted her sodden bangs from her sky eyes. She wasn't sure if it was the rain or her bitter tears that trekked down her cheeks now. Both, actually. Beneath the bridge the river roared, the tide growing yet stronger with the driving downpour. "Where are you?" she tried to yell, but her voice refused to cooperate, choked as it was by her tears. It mattered little; she knew the answer to her own query all too well. He wasn't coming. He'd promised to be thereand he'd let her down. He hadn't been there for her when she needed him most. He hadn't come looking for herdidn't care. I told you! The voice laughed softly, I told you!

Why? Why didn't he show? She questioned herself numbly. Why? Her feet were weary from their excursion. She'd crossed and re-crossed that bridge at least a hundred times that night. That fateful nightthe one that would last forever. She collapsed atop the wet asphalt, head coming to rest idly upon a pole. Closing her eyes, she imagined that the car was speeding up the way now, this very moment. He'd jump out and put his arms around her. He'd carry her to the car, and kiss her gently in his way. He'd tell her it was all a huge mistake, that he'd been delayed. Whatever it was, he wasn't to blame. And she'd forgive him, as was her way. Not that she'd have anything to forgive him for, mind, but merely to convince him she really wasn't upset. She'd dry off at his place. And over steaming mugs of cocoa, seated by the roaring flames, he'd tell her that she was the only one for him. She closed her eyes and imagined; imagined he was here with her now. Imagined that his arms were around her shoulders, and his lips gently on her's.

Her eyes shot open once more, as a resounding crack ripped through the night's spell. It brought her sharply back to Earth. She felt herself tip and desperately groped about in the dark for the railing. It wasn't there. The post wasn't there! The side of the bridge, with a deafening snap had collapsed. The pole along with it. With panic rising, she frantically searched for somethinganything to grab hold of. She found herself flying through the air and pitched into the icy river. If she'd been cold before, it was nothing to the knives of ice piercing her entire body now. She tried to cry out. "JOEY! YUGI! TRISTAN! BAKURA! HELP!" But no one was there for her now. No one came to her rescue; no one was there to hear her desperate pleas.

Tea knew she had little time left; she'd been in the water for what seemed liked hours. In truth, it'd been much longer. Even through the fog that had enveloped her mind, she saw clearly that this was her last nightlast moments. She knew she was going to die. Her vision grew dim, seemed to flicker on and off for a moment or two. And then she was pitched into complete and utter darkness. All went black, as she was pitched beneath the waves and carried along by the swelling current. I guess I'll finally get to see heaven, she thought vaguely; wonder what it's like?

Her limp body was carried down the river. The figure's mouth formed words upon her lips, but no sound issued forth. Her voice didn't possess the force needed to carry over the currents. She felt blindly in the dark for somethinganything. Something hard she felt beneath her fingers as she groped blindly. She latched on to the object with all of her remaining strength. She wasn't going to give in that easily. The river would have to beat her first. She knew she was going to die. That was inevitable. But she'd not to go down without putting forth a valiant effort on her part.

She felt herself losing strength; losing consciousness. Despite her resolve, life was slipping from her. She knew that, as her eyes shut, the next sight she'd likely see was haven itself.

"Seto! Is she gonna make it?"

"Yes, Mokuba."

Tea awoke consciousness an abrupt change. "If this is dying, it isn't so bad" she muttered thickly, "Always wondered what it felt like" Her eyes flickered dully, and her mind registered, above all else, that she was neither cold nor wet any longer.

"You're not dying." A voice hissed impatiently above her. It was odd; that sardonic tone seemed very familiar Where had she heard it before? If only her mind would begin to work properly again, the answer would probably seem obvious.

"Huh?" her eyes opened completely now. Though fleeting, her sight was returning.

"You're not dying," the voice repeated, annoyed, "Although you probably feel like as much."

"I'm dead, don't lie." She muttered, vision swimming.

"Of all the things I've ever debated, this is by far the most interesting," the voice shot back, grinning, "Once more: You're not dying. You've suffered some injuries, but unfortunately, nothing mortal."

Tea's vision finally cleared. Two faces peered down at her from above. Tea screamed as she realized who the two were. She screamed as she realized Seto and Mokuba Kaiba sat starring upon her from above. "What's going on here!?" she shrieked, very very confused and alarmed.

"Calm down! My big brother saved your life." Mokuba explained to her, with a grin.

"Kaiba! Where am I!? What happened!? How did I gethere?" she barked, motioning towards the cot in which she lay.

"You fell off that bridge when it collapsed, and into the river, the one on the outskirts of Domino. I pulled you out and brought you back here, Kaiba Mansion. You've been unconscious for several hours now. I don't why you were out in that storm, even Wheeler wouldn't do something so stupid, but I pulled you out of the river and took you to the local hospital. I brought you back here after they released you, so we could keep a closer watch on you. Make sure you were alright."

"I don't like this, Kaiba!" Tea shot, glaring up at him. She didn't trust himdidn't trust his motives. And for good reason, she reflected, remembering how difficult he'd made their lives, during both Duelist Kingdom and Battle City.

He merely shrugged, face sullen. "Why should I care what you preferences are?" he sighed, turning away. She realized that a fire roared in the hearth as he stepped towards it, allowing her a clear view of the room for the first time. "Like it or don't, it's up to you. But just keep that sharp tongue of yours in your mouth or you'll find yourself back in that river." It seemed more of a mere admonishment than an actual threat. "Keep in mindif it weren't for me, you'd still be there."

"Are you threatening me?" she cocked her brows incredulously.

He turned about to face her at these words, staring bemused, into her eyes. Clearly he was confused; that hadn't been his intent in the slightest. She could see it in his eyes. Strange There was a very pregnant pause between the two. What passed between them in those brief moments, Tea never exactly understood. But she knew instantly it was the very thing she'd been searching for. She'd found it in his beautiful blue eyes somehow. Found what she'd been searching for that night on the bridge. That night that changed everything.

"I'm sorry." He said at last, and he truly looked it, "Sorry you misunderstood." He strode across the room, and came to sit beside her on the cot. "I'm sorry" he repeated, eyes oddly bright. He leaned close to her now, face coming very near her own. Too close for comfort. What was he- Or was it? Or had she been right after all? Had he indeed come? It definitely wasn't the "he" she'd been expecting. It was Kaiba! But He gently brushed the lose strands of wily hair from her face, and slid his fingers across her now violently red cheeks. He was blushing now too. Blushing as he kissed her lightly upon the lips. Kissed her, as he'd always wanted to do. Blushing still, he rose and left the room. Leaving Tea to her very confused thoughts.