Thank you for reviewing!! Thank you so much!! And a special shoutout goes to Rosz of the Angel, who was nice enough to review my story TWICE, once in each chapter, and also let me know that ARIGATOU had a 'U' on the end of it. ^_^ Here's Chapter Three, I promise it's better than Chapter Two. There are no more teaching strategies, and there's more action with Kea. Enjoy! (By the way, can you guys pleeeeease review my story? Please? It makes me feel happy. *innocent smile*)
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The next day after school, Kea showed up wearing a similar outfit as the day before, but this time with a red shirt and her schoolbag thrown over her shoulder. "Hi," she said when Kaiba greeted her at the door. "Is Mokuba ready?"
"Yes," Kaiba said. "Come in." He stepped aside and let Kea walk into the house, where she stopped in the livingroom.
"Sorry I had to run out yesterday," she apologized. "It was really important."
"And what exactly was that?" Kaiba asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kea mirrored him, cocking an eyebrow of her own. "Just some stuff I had to take care of," she said simply. Then, quickly skipping over the subject, she asked, "How late should I stay today?"
They briefly discussed how often Kea should come and stay with Mokuba before Kaiba called for his younger brother to come down the steps. He didn't need to say it twice, because Mokuba was down the stairs practically before Kaiba even finished his sentence.
"Hi Kea," Mokuba said. "Did you bring your cards like you said you would at lunch? Are we gonna duel today? Do I have to do World History again?"
"Yes, no, yes," Kea said. "In that order."
"Aw man," Mokuba groaned. "I hate World History! I wish we could get off of Egyptian history, it's so stupid."
Kea just looked at Mokuba and decided not to comment on his insult to her favorite part of ancient history. She simply shrugged it off and said, "Come on, let's work."
Kaiba left the room to his personal office in the house, leaving Kea and Mokuba to their studies. It wasn't for another two hours that Kea decided they were almost done what they needed to go over for the day.
"When are you leaving?" Mokuba asked.
Shrugging, Kea replied, "I don't know. I told your brother I'd stay here for at least two hours a day, three days a week." Her expression changed and she said, "Your brother's kind of, um ..."
"Strange? Workaholic? Too tall?" Mokuba suggested.
Kea laughed at Mokuba's descriptions of Kaiba. "Well, that, too," she said. "I was thinking more along the lines of 'different', though. I dunno, maybe it's me. So did you finish that paper?"
Mokuba glanced down at his notebook in front of him. "Yeah," he said. "Are you going now?"
"I guess I'll hang around for a while if it's okay with you and Kaiba," Kea said. When she saw the smile on Mokuba's face, she knew that he wasn't even going to bother asking his brother, and that Kaiba was probably too caught up in his work to care.
Kea and Mokuba chatted in the livingroom over a couple glasses of milk and a box of Rainbow Vanilla Wafers until Kaiba walked into the room. He saw Kea, then looked down at his wristwatch.
"And you're still here because ..."
Kea's face remained expressionless as she sipped her glass of milk. "And a warm hello to you, too, Kaiba," she said.
Mokuba smirked and waited for his brother's response. "Yeah, whatever," Kaiba said. "Now why are you still here? I thought we agreed that you would stay for two hours."
Kea shrugged. "I had nothing better to do, and me and Mokuba wanted to hang out and talk for a while. I'll be out of here soon, don't worry about it."
Kaiba mumbled something inaudible to Kea, but she didn't make an issue of it. She just watched as Kaiba walked across the livingroom and picked up a book from the coffee table. He looked around, confused, then said, "Mokuba ... I thought I told you not to touch my triology set."
"I, um, didn't touch it," Mokuba said. "Not technically ... see what happened was I was sitting on the couch, and um, my foot ... hit it and um ... yeah, and then I put it, um ... yeah. That's what happened."
Kea laughed at Mokuba's explanation and was enjoying the situation in front of her when her cell phone went off. She glanced at the Caller ID, and excused herself from the room when she saw who it was.
Kaiba watched Kea leave the room, curious as to who the call was from. Remembering the mysterious package and limo from the day before, he walked to the doorway of the room and leaned on the wall casually, listening in to her conversation in the next room.
When Kea was alone in the next room, she flipped her cell phone open and said, "I'm busy, this better be good."
"It is," the voice on the other end of the phone line said. "The package you dropped off yesterday didn't get to Mr. Salvador."
"What?" Kea said. "Why not? I hand delivered it to the warehouse and gave it to Vinny."
"Vinny! That nut!" the Italian on the other line yelled. "You can't trust Vinny!"
"Don't tell me who to trust and who not to trust!" Kea snapped. "I worked with Vinny for five year, I trust him more than anybody." She sighed and said, "Look, if Mr. Salvador didn't get the package, something must have happened between me giving Vinny the package and Vinny delivering it to Mr. Salvador. Check up on it, okay? Make sure Vinny didn't get taken care of."
"Got it. You need a ride?"
Thinking for a moment, Kea said, "No, I'll come on my own. You guys came and got me yesterday, and I don't want this kid's brother thinking that I'm involved in anything. He's smart, real smart. He'll figure it out if we lead on too much. Nobody can find out, act like I'm just a normal high school kid. Do I make myself clear?"
"Clear as day," the man replied.
"Good," Kea said before flipping the phone shut.
When Kaiba heard the click of the phone on the other side of the wall, he moved from the doorway and sat down on the couch. Mokuba looked at his brother oddly. "What was all that about?" he asked. "Were you just spying on Kea?"
Kaiba shook his head. "I'll explain later, Mokuba," he said.
Kea walked back in the room and went over to the couch where she had all of her things spread out. "I gotta go," she said.
"Who was that on the phone?" Kaiba asked her.
"Huh? Oh, just a friend asking if I needed a ride from here," Kea said, thinking in her head that she hadn't technically lied to Kaiba. "I told him I was fine. Anyhow, so I'll see you guys again tomorrow. Mokuba, next week we're starting with Monday/Wednesday/Friday. Okay?"
"Yeah," Mokuba said. "See ya, Kea."
"See ya," Kea said. "Bye Kaiba. I'll see myself out."
Kaiba nodded at her, then waited for the sound of the front door closing before turning to his younger brother. "Something's up with that girl," he said plainly.
"What?" Mokuba said. "You're crazy, Seto, she's just a tutor."
"No she's not," Kaiba said. "I think she's involved in something else. Yesterday she left quickly and grabbed a brown paper package from a limo driver, then the limo sped off."
"So?" Mokuba shrugged. "Lots of people in Domino rent limos."
Kaiba leaned forward to his brother and said, "Mokuba, that's why I was listening in on her conversation today. She said something about delivering a package and how it didn't get where it needed to go or something like that. She told the man on the phone to make sure a guy hadn't gotten taken care of."
"Taken care of?" Mokuba repeated, his eyes wide. "Maybe I watch too much TV, but when people talk about getting taken care of, they usually mean killing them."
Kaiba looked deep in thought as he leaned back on the couch. "I know," he said. "Be careful around her; we're going to find out what she's up to."
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The next day after school, Kea showed up wearing a similar outfit as the day before, but this time with a red shirt and her schoolbag thrown over her shoulder. "Hi," she said when Kaiba greeted her at the door. "Is Mokuba ready?"
"Yes," Kaiba said. "Come in." He stepped aside and let Kea walk into the house, where she stopped in the livingroom.
"Sorry I had to run out yesterday," she apologized. "It was really important."
"And what exactly was that?" Kaiba asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kea mirrored him, cocking an eyebrow of her own. "Just some stuff I had to take care of," she said simply. Then, quickly skipping over the subject, she asked, "How late should I stay today?"
They briefly discussed how often Kea should come and stay with Mokuba before Kaiba called for his younger brother to come down the steps. He didn't need to say it twice, because Mokuba was down the stairs practically before Kaiba even finished his sentence.
"Hi Kea," Mokuba said. "Did you bring your cards like you said you would at lunch? Are we gonna duel today? Do I have to do World History again?"
"Yes, no, yes," Kea said. "In that order."
"Aw man," Mokuba groaned. "I hate World History! I wish we could get off of Egyptian history, it's so stupid."
Kea just looked at Mokuba and decided not to comment on his insult to her favorite part of ancient history. She simply shrugged it off and said, "Come on, let's work."
Kaiba left the room to his personal office in the house, leaving Kea and Mokuba to their studies. It wasn't for another two hours that Kea decided they were almost done what they needed to go over for the day.
"When are you leaving?" Mokuba asked.
Shrugging, Kea replied, "I don't know. I told your brother I'd stay here for at least two hours a day, three days a week." Her expression changed and she said, "Your brother's kind of, um ..."
"Strange? Workaholic? Too tall?" Mokuba suggested.
Kea laughed at Mokuba's descriptions of Kaiba. "Well, that, too," she said. "I was thinking more along the lines of 'different', though. I dunno, maybe it's me. So did you finish that paper?"
Mokuba glanced down at his notebook in front of him. "Yeah," he said. "Are you going now?"
"I guess I'll hang around for a while if it's okay with you and Kaiba," Kea said. When she saw the smile on Mokuba's face, she knew that he wasn't even going to bother asking his brother, and that Kaiba was probably too caught up in his work to care.
Kea and Mokuba chatted in the livingroom over a couple glasses of milk and a box of Rainbow Vanilla Wafers until Kaiba walked into the room. He saw Kea, then looked down at his wristwatch.
"And you're still here because ..."
Kea's face remained expressionless as she sipped her glass of milk. "And a warm hello to you, too, Kaiba," she said.
Mokuba smirked and waited for his brother's response. "Yeah, whatever," Kaiba said. "Now why are you still here? I thought we agreed that you would stay for two hours."
Kea shrugged. "I had nothing better to do, and me and Mokuba wanted to hang out and talk for a while. I'll be out of here soon, don't worry about it."
Kaiba mumbled something inaudible to Kea, but she didn't make an issue of it. She just watched as Kaiba walked across the livingroom and picked up a book from the coffee table. He looked around, confused, then said, "Mokuba ... I thought I told you not to touch my triology set."
"I, um, didn't touch it," Mokuba said. "Not technically ... see what happened was I was sitting on the couch, and um, my foot ... hit it and um ... yeah, and then I put it, um ... yeah. That's what happened."
Kea laughed at Mokuba's explanation and was enjoying the situation in front of her when her cell phone went off. She glanced at the Caller ID, and excused herself from the room when she saw who it was.
Kaiba watched Kea leave the room, curious as to who the call was from. Remembering the mysterious package and limo from the day before, he walked to the doorway of the room and leaned on the wall casually, listening in to her conversation in the next room.
When Kea was alone in the next room, she flipped her cell phone open and said, "I'm busy, this better be good."
"It is," the voice on the other end of the phone line said. "The package you dropped off yesterday didn't get to Mr. Salvador."
"What?" Kea said. "Why not? I hand delivered it to the warehouse and gave it to Vinny."
"Vinny! That nut!" the Italian on the other line yelled. "You can't trust Vinny!"
"Don't tell me who to trust and who not to trust!" Kea snapped. "I worked with Vinny for five year, I trust him more than anybody." She sighed and said, "Look, if Mr. Salvador didn't get the package, something must have happened between me giving Vinny the package and Vinny delivering it to Mr. Salvador. Check up on it, okay? Make sure Vinny didn't get taken care of."
"Got it. You need a ride?"
Thinking for a moment, Kea said, "No, I'll come on my own. You guys came and got me yesterday, and I don't want this kid's brother thinking that I'm involved in anything. He's smart, real smart. He'll figure it out if we lead on too much. Nobody can find out, act like I'm just a normal high school kid. Do I make myself clear?"
"Clear as day," the man replied.
"Good," Kea said before flipping the phone shut.
When Kaiba heard the click of the phone on the other side of the wall, he moved from the doorway and sat down on the couch. Mokuba looked at his brother oddly. "What was all that about?" he asked. "Were you just spying on Kea?"
Kaiba shook his head. "I'll explain later, Mokuba," he said.
Kea walked back in the room and went over to the couch where she had all of her things spread out. "I gotta go," she said.
"Who was that on the phone?" Kaiba asked her.
"Huh? Oh, just a friend asking if I needed a ride from here," Kea said, thinking in her head that she hadn't technically lied to Kaiba. "I told him I was fine. Anyhow, so I'll see you guys again tomorrow. Mokuba, next week we're starting with Monday/Wednesday/Friday. Okay?"
"Yeah," Mokuba said. "See ya, Kea."
"See ya," Kea said. "Bye Kaiba. I'll see myself out."
Kaiba nodded at her, then waited for the sound of the front door closing before turning to his younger brother. "Something's up with that girl," he said plainly.
"What?" Mokuba said. "You're crazy, Seto, she's just a tutor."
"No she's not," Kaiba said. "I think she's involved in something else. Yesterday she left quickly and grabbed a brown paper package from a limo driver, then the limo sped off."
"So?" Mokuba shrugged. "Lots of people in Domino rent limos."
Kaiba leaned forward to his brother and said, "Mokuba, that's why I was listening in on her conversation today. She said something about delivering a package and how it didn't get where it needed to go or something like that. She told the man on the phone to make sure a guy hadn't gotten taken care of."
"Taken care of?" Mokuba repeated, his eyes wide. "Maybe I watch too much TV, but when people talk about getting taken care of, they usually mean killing them."
Kaiba looked deep in thought as he leaned back on the couch. "I know," he said. "Be careful around her; we're going to find out what she's up to."