Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, duh.
A/N: This is the only chapter in the entire plot line of Takara that she has a cell phone. Disregard the fact that she apparently doesn't have a cell phone anywhere else in this story... or just say that she got it confisticated. .
After school, Seto tried to talk to Takara, but she had to go do community service, helping trash service or something. He found out that she was an orphan, living in the orphanage, using his computer the same way she did before. He was planning on talking to her in person, but when he got to the orphanage, Matron turned him away, telling him to call her like Takara had said. Besides, she was grounded and didn't want visitors anyways. It was seven-thirty-one when he called, but Matron told him Takara "couldn't come to the phone." Hours of headaches for nothing, Kaiba thought.
"Nii-sama?" he heard his brother say. Kaiba turned to see his little brother, Mokuba, standing there in the doorway of the kitchen, looking at him quizzically with big blue eyes. They were a baby blue, not the same deep shade of sapphire as his own.
"What is it, Mokuba?" Kaiba asked, trying to keep his patience.
Mokuba opened his mouth, but closed it. "Never mind, I think you're busy."
"No really, what is it Mokuba?"
"I... uh..." Mokuba thought of how to word whatever he was going to say. "My friend is having a Halloween party on Friday. I was wondering if I could go?"
Why would anyone have a Halloween party a week before Halloween? Kaiba wondered.
"I mean, it IS your birthday and all. . . " Kaiba looked sharply at Mokuba. He winced.
"Oh, I forgot that."
"No way!" Mokuba gasped, appalled. "There's no WAY that you could forget your own birthday!"
"Well I did," Kaiba muttered.
"Okay." Mokuba bounded off. "Was that a yes?"
"Yes."
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"Hey Takara," Duke said, leaning against the locker next to hers as she put away some books after fourth period.
"What do you want, Duke?" Takara asked, slamming her locker shut. She started walking down the hall. Duke caught up to her.
"You busy Friday night?"
"As far as I know, no."
"Well then, want to go see a movie?" Duke was still smiling, confident that she wouldn't say no.
"It's okay," she said, "I'm grounded."
"You sure?" Duke sounded slightly disappointed.
"I'm positive," Takara reassured him. It was lunch, and Takara was blessed in that Kaiba hadn't gone to school. "Hold on, my cell's ringing. . ." Takara went outside to answer it.
"Moshi--" Takara was cut off by cool voice saying,
"Where were you yesterday when I came to get you?"
"I was busy doing the community service that you got me into," Takara told him.
"I called you when you said I should."
"You called too LATE, Seto." Kaiba bristled at being addressed like that.
"It was only a minute!"
"I don't give a shit," Takara said, turning off her phone. With that super rude ending, she went back to eat lunch with her friends, sincerely hoping that what she knew wasn't true.
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Takara had done community service by helping the trash service. She inadvertently got sick after two days working there.
"Taka? You look green," little Teany had told her at breakfast.
Takara FELT green. Despite Matron telling her she should stay home instead of going to school, she did anyways. Takara always walked to school, or ran, depending on the time. Today she knew she was going to be late, but walked anyways, because of her weak feeling stomach. Her face stayed pale green throughout the first two periods of the day. But during science, she took out her folder, while Kaiba asked her why she had hung up on him the other day. Takara scooted back her chair, and threw up on his shoes.
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"That was just smart," Derek told her over the phone. Takara was sitting in bed, the little kids playing in her room. None of them were paying attention to her as they had the first couple hours she had been at home.
"Well, you threw up all over me when you first did your pot."
"Well. . ." Derek paused, not knowing what to say to that. "I'm OVER that!" he practically yelled in her ear. "Stop talking about drugs!!"
"You brought up the crystal," Takara said, cooly. "At least I didn't smoke like you did. I hated hanging out with you when you were all smoking pot and the ciggaretes." She wrinkled her nose. "Smoke is so disgusting."
"Well, I quit for you!" "We're both clean now," she said, "but I don't know about. . ."
A wail from Jamie was heard, and Kimi came in to tell her that Jamie wanted to only play with her. Sighing, Takara said, "I gotta go. A kid wants to play with me. Bye."
"Wait," Derek said. "I don't want you to ever bring up the drugs again."
"I won't," Takara said. "I don't want to remember them." Hanging up, she was glad that Derek had said that. She was sure that talking about the turbulent times that brought them together would tear them apart.
"Don't grow up like I did," she told Jamie, bouncing the baby on her bed.