* * *
Kaiba winced slightly. Several sprinkles splattered on his nose. He blinked rapidly and ducked his head under his high collar to avoid the small raindrops. Soon, the rain was drumming repeatedly on the open road. Tea jumped up (nearly falling since she had forgotten to uncross her legs) and started to squeal as if she were made out of sugar than flesh.
"It's raining! It's raining!" she yelped, her tongue uncoiled so that she spoke actual English.
"Great thinking concepts, Tea," he muttered, his voice dripping with causticity.
They started to trek across the waterlogged streets, the water level rising to a quick rate. Tea's hair was soon clumped into fat curls that stuck on her dewy face. She squinted. The misty precipitation did not cease. She could hardly see two feet ahead of her.
A sudden snap sent her to the worst place imaginable, her bottom. 'Great job, Tea!' she thought, struggling to get up. 'Just perfect! Now your skirt has water AND filth on it!' When she found her footing, Tea realized that her right shoe's heel had broken off, leaving her a sandal with a stump.
Shivers coursed through her wet body. She was standing in the rain with a light jacket, mud on her butt, and a dismembered shoe. How bad could it be?
'CRASH!'
Thunder. Tea looked at the sky. 'Oh, God, what did I do to deserve this?'
Kaiba turned to leer at her. "What are you waiting for? Let's get out of here!"
"I can't move!" she called, waving her busted shoe.
"Oh, come on!" he yelled. "You're not disabled!"
Thunderclaps, lightening clashes and the howls of the unmerciful winds frightened Tea. "KAI-BA!!!"
"FINE!" He threw off his coat. "Get on." (A/N: Sorry this is way out of character -_-;;)
Tea's mouth dropped open. "What?"
"I said, get on! Hurry before my senses come back to me!" he gnarled.
She jumped onto his back and he quickly flung his jacket over the both of them. Tea was drenched, making him wetter than she. His sparse black tee shirt was immediately soaked through. The trench coat they were under cloaked them in only a limited warmth and dryness, though Kaiba was still cold and mad at himself for being so nice. Tea, on the other hand, was warm and happy for Kaiba being so nice.
As they (or should I say he?) started to walk; Kaiba found himself quite surprised. More people stared at him, whilst hauling Tea on his back, than she, when she sang a torrid version of 'Feed The Birds'. Kaiba was angry. Couldn't he carry anyone on his back as he pleased without being criticized around the place?! Besides, the whole idea was kind of romantic . . . not that he wanted to be that way with Tea.
As soon as they were out of the godforsaken park, he went for the nearest and driest looking place possible. A small coffee shop. He sighed with true bliss. Caffeine. . . something to perk him up.
* * *
The café had a mellow and cozy atmosphere, brightly lit and decorated for a homey feel. It was partially filled with drifting people, not too interested with the sopping wet girl on top of the even damper guy. The intoxicating scent of freshly brewed expresso enlightened Kaiba from the following events.
Tea slid off his shoulders and pulled out a seat for him in which he collapsed. She gave herself a good shake, sending specks of water everywhere, her hair slapping her cheeks. When she was finally content, she glanced at him. "Hey, I'll go outside to hail a taxi to take us to your place."
He mumbled something disoriented that probably meant 'fine'.
"I'll need your coat and shoes."
Kaiba didn't hesitate as he wiggled out of his jacket and kicked his shoes off. Tea slipped them on and went outside.
A slim waitress came with a notepad and pen tucked behind her ear. "Hi, can I help you?"
"Yes. A strong cup of black coffee . . . or five. No sugar or milk. "
"Gotcha." She scribbled a few things and walked away.
He fought to sit up straight. It was official. His spine was in the shape of an 'L'. 'Note to self . . .,' Kaiba thought, closing his eyes. 'Never catch people in the air and definitely do not give housekeepers piggy-back rides!'
* * *
"Where are my jacket and shoes?!"
Peace abruptly left the coffee shop. Kaiba stared at Tea with complete horror. She was once more dripping wet, his valuable coat disappearing from her shoulders and her feet bare.
She gave a shamed chuckle. "Uh . . . Well, you see-I gave them away; to the Less Fortunate."
"TEA!" he exploded.
"I'm sure you have other shoes and coats . . . Besides, they needed it more than you and it was just a good deed."
"Sure it is," Kaiba groused unhappily. What was so good about a deed that made you jacket-less and shoe-less???
She looked at the several sticky rings of coffee on the table. A few mugs sat near it, smearing the imprints. One of them was full, the steam still slowly rising. "Can I have that one?"
"Whatever." he grumbled, still sour about his clothing.
Tea took the cup and started to rummage the racket of rainbow Sweet-N-Low packets and opened them to dump an insane amount of sugar, a similar sum to those of Kaiba's likes. In went teaspoons of milk and coffee favorer. She stirred it and took a drink. "Whoa, I did pretty good! Try some, Kaiba!"
As much as he hated to, he took a small sip and smacked his lips for the full effect on the sample. It was simply too palatable for words (A/N: I really couldn't think of any words to describe coffee after using them on Chapter 3 -_-;;). Kaiba didn't want to admit it, but it tasted exactly how he took his coffee, maybe even better.
"It's okay," he answered bluntly.
She smiled. "Sure it is," Tea answered.
* * *
Kaiba winced slightly. Several sprinkles splattered on his nose. He blinked rapidly and ducked his head under his high collar to avoid the small raindrops. Soon, the rain was drumming repeatedly on the open road. Tea jumped up (nearly falling since she had forgotten to uncross her legs) and started to squeal as if she were made out of sugar than flesh.
"It's raining! It's raining!" she yelped, her tongue uncoiled so that she spoke actual English.
"Great thinking concepts, Tea," he muttered, his voice dripping with causticity.
They started to trek across the waterlogged streets, the water level rising to a quick rate. Tea's hair was soon clumped into fat curls that stuck on her dewy face. She squinted. The misty precipitation did not cease. She could hardly see two feet ahead of her.
A sudden snap sent her to the worst place imaginable, her bottom. 'Great job, Tea!' she thought, struggling to get up. 'Just perfect! Now your skirt has water AND filth on it!' When she found her footing, Tea realized that her right shoe's heel had broken off, leaving her a sandal with a stump.
Shivers coursed through her wet body. She was standing in the rain with a light jacket, mud on her butt, and a dismembered shoe. How bad could it be?
'CRASH!'
Thunder. Tea looked at the sky. 'Oh, God, what did I do to deserve this?'
Kaiba turned to leer at her. "What are you waiting for? Let's get out of here!"
"I can't move!" she called, waving her busted shoe.
"Oh, come on!" he yelled. "You're not disabled!"
Thunderclaps, lightening clashes and the howls of the unmerciful winds frightened Tea. "KAI-BA!!!"
"FINE!" He threw off his coat. "Get on." (A/N: Sorry this is way out of character -_-;;)
Tea's mouth dropped open. "What?"
"I said, get on! Hurry before my senses come back to me!" he gnarled.
She jumped onto his back and he quickly flung his jacket over the both of them. Tea was drenched, making him wetter than she. His sparse black tee shirt was immediately soaked through. The trench coat they were under cloaked them in only a limited warmth and dryness, though Kaiba was still cold and mad at himself for being so nice. Tea, on the other hand, was warm and happy for Kaiba being so nice.
As they (or should I say he?) started to walk; Kaiba found himself quite surprised. More people stared at him, whilst hauling Tea on his back, than she, when she sang a torrid version of 'Feed The Birds'. Kaiba was angry. Couldn't he carry anyone on his back as he pleased without being criticized around the place?! Besides, the whole idea was kind of romantic . . . not that he wanted to be that way with Tea.
As soon as they were out of the godforsaken park, he went for the nearest and driest looking place possible. A small coffee shop. He sighed with true bliss. Caffeine. . . something to perk him up.
* * *
The café had a mellow and cozy atmosphere, brightly lit and decorated for a homey feel. It was partially filled with drifting people, not too interested with the sopping wet girl on top of the even damper guy. The intoxicating scent of freshly brewed expresso enlightened Kaiba from the following events.
Tea slid off his shoulders and pulled out a seat for him in which he collapsed. She gave herself a good shake, sending specks of water everywhere, her hair slapping her cheeks. When she was finally content, she glanced at him. "Hey, I'll go outside to hail a taxi to take us to your place."
He mumbled something disoriented that probably meant 'fine'.
"I'll need your coat and shoes."
Kaiba didn't hesitate as he wiggled out of his jacket and kicked his shoes off. Tea slipped them on and went outside.
A slim waitress came with a notepad and pen tucked behind her ear. "Hi, can I help you?"
"Yes. A strong cup of black coffee . . . or five. No sugar or milk. "
"Gotcha." She scribbled a few things and walked away.
He fought to sit up straight. It was official. His spine was in the shape of an 'L'. 'Note to self . . .,' Kaiba thought, closing his eyes. 'Never catch people in the air and definitely do not give housekeepers piggy-back rides!'
* * *
"Where are my jacket and shoes?!"
Peace abruptly left the coffee shop. Kaiba stared at Tea with complete horror. She was once more dripping wet, his valuable coat disappearing from her shoulders and her feet bare.
She gave a shamed chuckle. "Uh . . . Well, you see-I gave them away; to the Less Fortunate."
"TEA!" he exploded.
"I'm sure you have other shoes and coats . . . Besides, they needed it more than you and it was just a good deed."
"Sure it is," Kaiba groused unhappily. What was so good about a deed that made you jacket-less and shoe-less???
She looked at the several sticky rings of coffee on the table. A few mugs sat near it, smearing the imprints. One of them was full, the steam still slowly rising. "Can I have that one?"
"Whatever." he grumbled, still sour about his clothing.
Tea took the cup and started to rummage the racket of rainbow Sweet-N-Low packets and opened them to dump an insane amount of sugar, a similar sum to those of Kaiba's likes. In went teaspoons of milk and coffee favorer. She stirred it and took a drink. "Whoa, I did pretty good! Try some, Kaiba!"
As much as he hated to, he took a small sip and smacked his lips for the full effect on the sample. It was simply too palatable for words (A/N: I really couldn't think of any words to describe coffee after using them on Chapter 3 -_-;;). Kaiba didn't want to admit it, but it tasted exactly how he took his coffee, maybe even better.
"It's okay," he answered bluntly.
She smiled. "Sure it is," Tea answered.
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