* * *
Kaiba surveyed the profuse quantity of sugar float dreamily in his latte. The crisp, white powder swirled down to the bottom Kaiba Corps. mug, dancing gracefully until it dissolved into nothingness. He slowly stirred it, his spoon clicking softly against the plaster material. It blended in melodically with the dull, monotonous voices of his work mates.
His tastes were different from his own self. Unlike his exterior, the coffee was deliciously light and creamy. It had a smooth vanilla preference, warm fine texture, and zero acidity. He took a deep mouthful of the scalding hot liquid, letting the sugary sweetness linger on his tongue. It finally faded away, the sugar-cloying flavor leaving him alone and bitter once more.
He nodded and murmured in agreement in his false pretense of listening as he politely sucked the last of the lumpy dregs. Bored out of his poor mind, Kaiba glanced up, relieved that it was nearly twelve and that it was time for is appointment with Tea. Excusing himself, he ordered another cup of coffee; he would need all the strength he could grasp if he wanted to execute Tea's housekeeping duties properly.
Kaiba never liked beings lower than his own status. That was why he liked toying with mere housekeepers. They didn't deserve to work for someone like himself so he liked cutting them off of their jobs and watch their shock and dismay. Sometimes, he didn't even have to fire them. By nature; without even trying, they quit because of his harsh demands and orders.
Tea would be easy and hard. She was one of those cutesy cheerleaders that at sometimes were breakable. Other times, unfortunately, she could be as hard, stubborn, and determined as he could. Kaiba left the board to discuss the tiring matters while he went to plan Tea's end.
* * *
Tea marveled at the tidy office. A neat, little glass desk was settled in the center at the back end with a leather easy chair tucked underneath it. Two small metal chairs faced the breath-taking view outside. A small potted fern, the only sign of life yet in the deserted hall, sat alone in the corner, overshadowing the other object with its color. Everything else seemed to be a shade of gray, black, and white.
She felt something brush against her bare ankle, and squeezed her eyes closed. She didn't want to look. Now, the unidentified being began to crawl up her leg. She clenched her teeth and didn't move. Kaiba was to come any minute now. She felt it scrambling up her skirt. Tea couldn't take it anymore. She started to scream, wildly tossing her arms in the air as if she was doing jumping jacks. She was thrashing her legs and doing a crazy dance all over the floor.
Tea bounced off the walls with ragged gasps as she frantically wiped her legs with her hands. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned. She stopped, dropped, and rolled, scraping her backside on the floor until she got carpet burn under her legs. Tea jumped to her feet and groaned, starting over again.
* * *
Kaiba stood in the threshold, leaning against the doorway frame with an interested smirk. He didn't know how amusing housekeepers could be. He watched her as she did something like Dutch clogging dance, some hip-hop moves, and a tribal Indian ritual.
"Get it off! Get it off!" she shrieked, nearly ripping off her hair.
Tea stumbled backwards and collapsed in his open arms. He struggled with her sudden weight. What did she eat for breakfast? Bricks? She looked up and he felt her fingers tighten around the loose fabric of his coat. Her blue eyes were roughly the same color, but were different shades. Hers were unusually bright and shiny, like staring into two enormous marbles. His own eyes were more closed in and narrowed with an iced glaze.
Her vibrant auburn bangs skimmed her brows, which were raised in shock. Her lips were pursed into a silent 'O' of surprise. Kaiba had the sudden urge to bend down and kiss her. He felt like he was in one of those cheesy old movies where the girl falls into the guy's arms and suddenly dip romantically and lock lips for hours. Kaiba had made the mistake of watching one with his ex. Now, he couldn't stop imagining of doing 'it' with every pretty girl he saw . . . He stopped and mentally slapped himself.
'You're getting too soft, Kaiba,' he thought as he quickly let go, letting her slump onto his legs. "Ouch!" Tea sat up, rubbing her head vigorously.
"Would you kindly get off of my feet before you cut off my circulation?" he demanded brusquely.
She quickly got to her feet, reddening. Kaiba studied her. She looked exactly the same from two years ago, but taller and more slender. "I'm so sorry, Kaiba!" she choked, slightly crestfallen.
He gave an incoherent grunt and strode briskly to his desk. He stopped in his tracks. A small, indoor spider lay in his way.
"There it is! Kill it! Kill it!" screeched Tea from behind.
He snatched, cupping it into his hands before crushing it and throwing it in the wastebasket. He turned back at the stricken Tea, immobilized to her very spot, glancing at the trashcan as if the spider was going to come back to life.
"Let's go to my apartment," he suggested. "It'll be more suitable for our interview. The exterminator came last week."
She nodded as he led the way, feeling very foolish and abashed.
* * *
Tea followed Kaiba out from the lobby. Her feet were screaming for a break after her little show with the spider. All around, she saw people looking on as they walked through the strenuous journey from the first floor to the outdoors.
Everywhere she went, the workers at Kaiba Corps. asked her why she was there. Tea guessed that she stood out from the black and white suits with her favorite old school uniform. Whenever she'd reply her answer, they'd give a sad shake of the head or a sympathetic sigh.
They finally made it to the bustling crowds of New York. She caught a slight glimpse of Kaiba tossing something to the ground.
"What is that?" she asked before she could stop herself from being nosy.
"Huh?" Kaiba's head snapped up, his cheeks tinted with pink. "It's nothing. Just a piece of litter," he growled before she could say more. He motioned her to the curb where his limousine was parked. "Let's go before rush hour," he muttered with a tinge of a snarl.
As she walked to the car, she noticed a tiny arachnid scuttling away from where Kaiba stood moments ago.
* * * I'm not really happy with this chapter. If you want me to re-do this, please give me a review. Thanks.
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Kaiba surveyed the profuse quantity of sugar float dreamily in his latte. The crisp, white powder swirled down to the bottom Kaiba Corps. mug, dancing gracefully until it dissolved into nothingness. He slowly stirred it, his spoon clicking softly against the plaster material. It blended in melodically with the dull, monotonous voices of his work mates.
His tastes were different from his own self. Unlike his exterior, the coffee was deliciously light and creamy. It had a smooth vanilla preference, warm fine texture, and zero acidity. He took a deep mouthful of the scalding hot liquid, letting the sugary sweetness linger on his tongue. It finally faded away, the sugar-cloying flavor leaving him alone and bitter once more.
He nodded and murmured in agreement in his false pretense of listening as he politely sucked the last of the lumpy dregs. Bored out of his poor mind, Kaiba glanced up, relieved that it was nearly twelve and that it was time for is appointment with Tea. Excusing himself, he ordered another cup of coffee; he would need all the strength he could grasp if he wanted to execute Tea's housekeeping duties properly.
Kaiba never liked beings lower than his own status. That was why he liked toying with mere housekeepers. They didn't deserve to work for someone like himself so he liked cutting them off of their jobs and watch their shock and dismay. Sometimes, he didn't even have to fire them. By nature; without even trying, they quit because of his harsh demands and orders.
Tea would be easy and hard. She was one of those cutesy cheerleaders that at sometimes were breakable. Other times, unfortunately, she could be as hard, stubborn, and determined as he could. Kaiba left the board to discuss the tiring matters while he went to plan Tea's end.
* * *
Tea marveled at the tidy office. A neat, little glass desk was settled in the center at the back end with a leather easy chair tucked underneath it. Two small metal chairs faced the breath-taking view outside. A small potted fern, the only sign of life yet in the deserted hall, sat alone in the corner, overshadowing the other object with its color. Everything else seemed to be a shade of gray, black, and white.
She felt something brush against her bare ankle, and squeezed her eyes closed. She didn't want to look. Now, the unidentified being began to crawl up her leg. She clenched her teeth and didn't move. Kaiba was to come any minute now. She felt it scrambling up her skirt. Tea couldn't take it anymore. She started to scream, wildly tossing her arms in the air as if she was doing jumping jacks. She was thrashing her legs and doing a crazy dance all over the floor.
Tea bounced off the walls with ragged gasps as she frantically wiped her legs with her hands. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned. She stopped, dropped, and rolled, scraping her backside on the floor until she got carpet burn under her legs. Tea jumped to her feet and groaned, starting over again.
* * *
Kaiba stood in the threshold, leaning against the doorway frame with an interested smirk. He didn't know how amusing housekeepers could be. He watched her as she did something like Dutch clogging dance, some hip-hop moves, and a tribal Indian ritual.
"Get it off! Get it off!" she shrieked, nearly ripping off her hair.
Tea stumbled backwards and collapsed in his open arms. He struggled with her sudden weight. What did she eat for breakfast? Bricks? She looked up and he felt her fingers tighten around the loose fabric of his coat. Her blue eyes were roughly the same color, but were different shades. Hers were unusually bright and shiny, like staring into two enormous marbles. His own eyes were more closed in and narrowed with an iced glaze.
Her vibrant auburn bangs skimmed her brows, which were raised in shock. Her lips were pursed into a silent 'O' of surprise. Kaiba had the sudden urge to bend down and kiss her. He felt like he was in one of those cheesy old movies where the girl falls into the guy's arms and suddenly dip romantically and lock lips for hours. Kaiba had made the mistake of watching one with his ex. Now, he couldn't stop imagining of doing 'it' with every pretty girl he saw . . . He stopped and mentally slapped himself.
'You're getting too soft, Kaiba,' he thought as he quickly let go, letting her slump onto his legs. "Ouch!" Tea sat up, rubbing her head vigorously.
"Would you kindly get off of my feet before you cut off my circulation?" he demanded brusquely.
She quickly got to her feet, reddening. Kaiba studied her. She looked exactly the same from two years ago, but taller and more slender. "I'm so sorry, Kaiba!" she choked, slightly crestfallen.
He gave an incoherent grunt and strode briskly to his desk. He stopped in his tracks. A small, indoor spider lay in his way.
"There it is! Kill it! Kill it!" screeched Tea from behind.
He snatched, cupping it into his hands before crushing it and throwing it in the wastebasket. He turned back at the stricken Tea, immobilized to her very spot, glancing at the trashcan as if the spider was going to come back to life.
"Let's go to my apartment," he suggested. "It'll be more suitable for our interview. The exterminator came last week."
She nodded as he led the way, feeling very foolish and abashed.
* * *
Tea followed Kaiba out from the lobby. Her feet were screaming for a break after her little show with the spider. All around, she saw people looking on as they walked through the strenuous journey from the first floor to the outdoors.
Everywhere she went, the workers at Kaiba Corps. asked her why she was there. Tea guessed that she stood out from the black and white suits with her favorite old school uniform. Whenever she'd reply her answer, they'd give a sad shake of the head or a sympathetic sigh.
They finally made it to the bustling crowds of New York. She caught a slight glimpse of Kaiba tossing something to the ground.
"What is that?" she asked before she could stop herself from being nosy.
"Huh?" Kaiba's head snapped up, his cheeks tinted with pink. "It's nothing. Just a piece of litter," he growled before she could say more. He motioned her to the curb where his limousine was parked. "Let's go before rush hour," he muttered with a tinge of a snarl.
As she walked to the car, she noticed a tiny arachnid scuttling away from where Kaiba stood moments ago.
* * * I'm not really happy with this chapter. If you want me to re-do this, please give me a review. Thanks.
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