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Kaiba stifled a yawn as he pitched forward to stare at the blurred letters in the dim light of his small desk lamp. He tore the bank draft out and set beside him with the other ones. He was writing pre-made checks for his housekeepers with a meager $500, a day's worth. None of them lasted more than that. He scribbled down his signature, the pen going slower and slower and the handwriting getting messier and messier. He tore it out. 55 . . . 56 . . . 57 . . . He rubbed his eyes and took another sip of strong coffee. He was counting sheep.
Sighing, he massaged his temples, glancing blearily at his expensive watch. 2:47. Kaiba looked at the neat little stack of checks. Seventy-five would last him quite awhile. It would be a long time before Kaiba would get a chance to write more checks. He straightened them out, careful not to scar the mahogany surface, and put them in a little drawer.
Too tired to even walk to his bedroom, much less change, he folded his arms and buried his face into circle, pressing his cheek against the soft fabric. He swore that he spent time and slept more in the study than in his own room. He shut off the little light waited.
He tried with great difficulty to fall asleep. He was tired, but not tired enough to conk out in two seconds. Kaiba decided to check off on his agenda, that was always boring enough. Drowsily, he recited the things he had to do. Business breakfast at 10:30 . . . Meeting with executives 11:00. . . Pick up Mokuba from camp at 11:15. . . Hire new housekeeper at 12:00 . . . He stopped. Tea.
He creased his brow in a tired attempt to frown. His memory of her was vague and indistinct. Kaiba never bothered to remember the names of friends and faces . . . if he had any. When he spoke to her earlier on the phone, he remembered he preppy go-lucky voice that hadn't changed a bit. She sounded eager to please and it showed in their short conversation. It sounded as if she wanted to befriend him. He gave a soft, sharp noise presumed to be a laugh. Those silly friendship and encouragement speeches still stained his mind.
'All of that must've worked,' he thought wryly," Yugi hardly ever lost . . .'
His lashes fluttered slightly. It was working. Thinking of Tea probably would probably bore him to sleep. He snickered softly. He was cruel and was about to show it Tea as his guinea pig. Kaiba's eyelids weighted a ton. Without much of resistance, he let them droop and close.
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"Hey," Tea whispered on the other end of the phone as she curled under the covers. "I miss you guys. I've been a little homesick these past couple of days."
"We missed you too," agreed Yugi, is warm voice gladdened Tea up a bit.
"How was your audition?' asked Mai in a silky tone.
"Yeah! Tell us all 'bout it!" pursued Tristan.
Tea's throat seemed to tighten. "It was awesome, guys," she lied. "I got in!"
Loud, raucous cheer could be heard from the other line. "I knew you could do it, Tea!" cried Serenity. "I'm so happy for you!"
"You're finally gonna be a dancer!" said Joey in awe. "Your dreams are coming true, Tea!"
'Sure,' she thought gloomily. 'If cleaning and dusting is my dream.' She cleared her throat. 'There's a little catch to it though . . . All the supplies and education for the dance school will cost money. A lot of money. I'm having a job interview tomorrow . . . Wish me luck!"
"Why should we?" objected Yami. "You're going to get it, Tea! I know it!"
Tea felt horrible. She once again cleared her throat. "Well, I better go to bed. Tomorrows a big day for me."
"We understand," answered Yugi. "Please call us tomorrow!"
"Of course I will," Tea murmured. "Tell your Grandpa I said 'Hi' . . . Well, goodnight everybody."
"'Night, Tea," they replied in unison. She heard a faint click and sighed as she hung up and shut her eyes. Tea didn't exactly lie though. She was going to go to the dance school and show them that she really did it and make them proud. "I'll get that job if it's the last thing I do!" she mumbled determinedly as she drifted off into an uneasy rest.
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I know it's short . . . sorry! v_v Please send reviews! Thanks,
Summonedskull007
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Kaiba stifled a yawn as he pitched forward to stare at the blurred letters in the dim light of his small desk lamp. He tore the bank draft out and set beside him with the other ones. He was writing pre-made checks for his housekeepers with a meager $500, a day's worth. None of them lasted more than that. He scribbled down his signature, the pen going slower and slower and the handwriting getting messier and messier. He tore it out. 55 . . . 56 . . . 57 . . . He rubbed his eyes and took another sip of strong coffee. He was counting sheep.
Sighing, he massaged his temples, glancing blearily at his expensive watch. 2:47. Kaiba looked at the neat little stack of checks. Seventy-five would last him quite awhile. It would be a long time before Kaiba would get a chance to write more checks. He straightened them out, careful not to scar the mahogany surface, and put them in a little drawer.
Too tired to even walk to his bedroom, much less change, he folded his arms and buried his face into circle, pressing his cheek against the soft fabric. He swore that he spent time and slept more in the study than in his own room. He shut off the little light waited.
He tried with great difficulty to fall asleep. He was tired, but not tired enough to conk out in two seconds. Kaiba decided to check off on his agenda, that was always boring enough. Drowsily, he recited the things he had to do. Business breakfast at 10:30 . . . Meeting with executives 11:00. . . Pick up Mokuba from camp at 11:15. . . Hire new housekeeper at 12:00 . . . He stopped. Tea.
He creased his brow in a tired attempt to frown. His memory of her was vague and indistinct. Kaiba never bothered to remember the names of friends and faces . . . if he had any. When he spoke to her earlier on the phone, he remembered he preppy go-lucky voice that hadn't changed a bit. She sounded eager to please and it showed in their short conversation. It sounded as if she wanted to befriend him. He gave a soft, sharp noise presumed to be a laugh. Those silly friendship and encouragement speeches still stained his mind.
'All of that must've worked,' he thought wryly," Yugi hardly ever lost . . .'
His lashes fluttered slightly. It was working. Thinking of Tea probably would probably bore him to sleep. He snickered softly. He was cruel and was about to show it Tea as his guinea pig. Kaiba's eyelids weighted a ton. Without much of resistance, he let them droop and close.
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"Hey," Tea whispered on the other end of the phone as she curled under the covers. "I miss you guys. I've been a little homesick these past couple of days."
"We missed you too," agreed Yugi, is warm voice gladdened Tea up a bit.
"How was your audition?' asked Mai in a silky tone.
"Yeah! Tell us all 'bout it!" pursued Tristan.
Tea's throat seemed to tighten. "It was awesome, guys," she lied. "I got in!"
Loud, raucous cheer could be heard from the other line. "I knew you could do it, Tea!" cried Serenity. "I'm so happy for you!"
"You're finally gonna be a dancer!" said Joey in awe. "Your dreams are coming true, Tea!"
'Sure,' she thought gloomily. 'If cleaning and dusting is my dream.' She cleared her throat. 'There's a little catch to it though . . . All the supplies and education for the dance school will cost money. A lot of money. I'm having a job interview tomorrow . . . Wish me luck!"
"Why should we?" objected Yami. "You're going to get it, Tea! I know it!"
Tea felt horrible. She once again cleared her throat. "Well, I better go to bed. Tomorrows a big day for me."
"We understand," answered Yugi. "Please call us tomorrow!"
"Of course I will," Tea murmured. "Tell your Grandpa I said 'Hi' . . . Well, goodnight everybody."
"'Night, Tea," they replied in unison. She heard a faint click and sighed as she hung up and shut her eyes. Tea didn't exactly lie though. She was going to go to the dance school and show them that she really did it and make them proud. "I'll get that job if it's the last thing I do!" she mumbled determinedly as she drifted off into an uneasy rest.
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I know it's short . . . sorry! v_v Please send reviews! Thanks,
Summonedskull007
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