* * *
Kaiba's stomach churned until it formed into a knotted mangled mass. Tea was still wrapped around him. Whoever made 'this' happened had a warped sense of humor. On top of all the so-called hugging- he was starting to feel warm. Inside and out. He shuddered. What was wrong with him?! Was the coffee he drank spiked? Did it have some twisted effects? He groaned as she started to snuggle with him. Snuggling?! No one told him there would be snuggling!
Tea closed her eyes and sighed. The beating pitter-pat was amazingly comforting and soothing. She felt sleepy-despite the sugar overload. The scent of sharp peppermint cologne emitting from Kaiba's bare neck calmed her. Her teeth itched at the thought of sticky red and white candies, so she dropped her arm to scratch.
His hands were freezing. He had the urge to shove them into his pockets, but if he did that, they would both be partially out in the cold. Kaiba gritted his teeth quaking despite the slight warmth from Tea. Though his hands couldn't stand the frigid air any longer, he didn't want to let go of her. Kaiba groaned. He needed to get out before he went crazy!
The fog got even denser and moister. As thick as pea soup, Mokuba would be apt to say. Kaiba felt a twinge of horror. He forgot to pick up Mokuba! He groaned at the thought of his poor little brother, stuck alone at the day camp.
"Kaiba! Look!" said Tea suddenly, drawing him back to reality. "Over there . . .! They're selling umbrellas and stuff!"
He looked and saw that she was correct; a woman was a few blocks away selling pink and yellow parasols and plastic ponchos. He converted the last of his strength from yelling, "Thank you, Jesus!" to dashing off, dragging a befuddled Tea with him. Kaiba swore he heard a chorus of Hallelujah as he approached his destination.
"How much are they?" he demanded brutishly as soon as he got there. "I need one of each now!"
"Um . . . they're three each, mister," replied the woman. "That'll be six dollars."
"Argh! Here! Keep the change!" He fumbled with his wallet and drew a 20- dollar bill and tossed it to her, grabbing a yellow parapluie and pink cloak.
Tea threw on the cape, tightening close the clasp as Kaiba unfurled the umbrella. "Whee!" She gave a light twirl. "Ooh, I love it! Thanks!"
He rolled his eyes in reply and stared ahead. "We need a way to figure out how to get home."
"Hey, there's a policeman over there. Maybe we can get some help," she said, starting to walk with Kaiba reluctantly following her. She tentatively tapped the cop's shoulder. "Good evening, officer," Tea greeted with a huge grin. "Um, me and my friend SETO KAIBA need to get a ride home. Would you be as so kind as to give us a lift? Hmm?"
The officer gave her a small mile. "Well, sure, young lady." He pointed to a police car. "Y'all can both get into my squad car and I'll drive you back. You'll have to sit in the back with this hoodlum my partner and I just caught. You guys don't mind, do you?"
"No," she said, before Kaiba could protest. "Let's go!"
* * *
Tea elbowed Kaiba in the ribs. "I don't want to sit next to that guy," she whispered, acknowledging the criminal hunched in the backseat, glaring sulkily. "He looks mean."
"He can't do anything to you," Kaiba hissed back. "He's handcuffed!"
"I don't care! I don't want to sit next to him!"
"Fine! Jeez! You're such a baby!" he muttered under his breath as he slid down the leather plush seat, Tea scootching next to him.
The cop turned on the ignition and started the car, the rusty growl transforming into a lusty purr. That sound was making Kaiba the happiest he had ever been. He was going home! He didn't care if he was sitting next to an axe murderer or drug dealer. Exhausted and relieved, he slumped back and shut his eyes.
"Hey, miss," Tea said, leaning on the seat. "Can you sound the siren just once? Please? It would be so cool!"
"Tea, we are not asking them to sound off the siren!" Kaiba said irritably. He turned to the cops. "We are really grateful for the ride and you don't have to doing anything she says."
"Nonsense," said the female officer. "We'll let it off one time."
Suddenly, an ear-piercing screech bellowed. Tea poked her head out the window to look at the blinking red and blue lights. "Oh! Come see, Kaiba!" she called excitedly.
"No way!" he muttered. "What will the press think when they see me in a police car?!"
The shrieking finally ended and Tea thanked the policemen with a big smile. "I have my digital camera! Let's take pictures!"
"NO! The last thing I need is proof I was ever in here!" He sank lower in his seat, frowning.
Too late. She took out a small, silver camera and snapped a photo of Kaiba with his unchanging grim expression. The car slowed at a red light, allowing her to take more of the police pair.
She handed the camera to one of the officers. "Take a picture of me and Kaiba!"
"The last thing I want is to remember this day!" he griped as she posed, one arm lazily slung over his shoulder. She rested her head on his cheek and gave an ear-to-ear beam of delight.
"Say cheese!"
"CHEESE!" Tea yelled, deafening him.
The light blinded him for a second time. Kaiba tried blinking away the black-green blotches that floated in the air.
"It was a good one," said the photographer as she handed Tea back her camera.
"Aww! Don't we look cute together?!" she gushed, showing him the results.
Kaiba grunted disapprovingly. It was by far, the stupidest picture he had ever taken. Photos usually showed his cold airiness and prosperity. This one made him look dopey. His eyes were half closed and his mouth was slightly open in surprise. "It's terrible! Erase it!"
Tea turned it off and tucked it in her handbag, just smiling.
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This chapter was made in about one and a half days, so sorry if it's not the best. -_- Sometime this month, I'll try and add a new chapter to Dangerous Blue Eyes, Joey Billionaire, and The Babysitters' Club. If you haven't read them yet, please do. Thanks,
Summonedskull007
Kaiba's stomach churned until it formed into a knotted mangled mass. Tea was still wrapped around him. Whoever made 'this' happened had a warped sense of humor. On top of all the so-called hugging- he was starting to feel warm. Inside and out. He shuddered. What was wrong with him?! Was the coffee he drank spiked? Did it have some twisted effects? He groaned as she started to snuggle with him. Snuggling?! No one told him there would be snuggling!
Tea closed her eyes and sighed. The beating pitter-pat was amazingly comforting and soothing. She felt sleepy-despite the sugar overload. The scent of sharp peppermint cologne emitting from Kaiba's bare neck calmed her. Her teeth itched at the thought of sticky red and white candies, so she dropped her arm to scratch.
His hands were freezing. He had the urge to shove them into his pockets, but if he did that, they would both be partially out in the cold. Kaiba gritted his teeth quaking despite the slight warmth from Tea. Though his hands couldn't stand the frigid air any longer, he didn't want to let go of her. Kaiba groaned. He needed to get out before he went crazy!
The fog got even denser and moister. As thick as pea soup, Mokuba would be apt to say. Kaiba felt a twinge of horror. He forgot to pick up Mokuba! He groaned at the thought of his poor little brother, stuck alone at the day camp.
"Kaiba! Look!" said Tea suddenly, drawing him back to reality. "Over there . . .! They're selling umbrellas and stuff!"
He looked and saw that she was correct; a woman was a few blocks away selling pink and yellow parasols and plastic ponchos. He converted the last of his strength from yelling, "Thank you, Jesus!" to dashing off, dragging a befuddled Tea with him. Kaiba swore he heard a chorus of Hallelujah as he approached his destination.
"How much are they?" he demanded brutishly as soon as he got there. "I need one of each now!"
"Um . . . they're three each, mister," replied the woman. "That'll be six dollars."
"Argh! Here! Keep the change!" He fumbled with his wallet and drew a 20- dollar bill and tossed it to her, grabbing a yellow parapluie and pink cloak.
Tea threw on the cape, tightening close the clasp as Kaiba unfurled the umbrella. "Whee!" She gave a light twirl. "Ooh, I love it! Thanks!"
He rolled his eyes in reply and stared ahead. "We need a way to figure out how to get home."
"Hey, there's a policeman over there. Maybe we can get some help," she said, starting to walk with Kaiba reluctantly following her. She tentatively tapped the cop's shoulder. "Good evening, officer," Tea greeted with a huge grin. "Um, me and my friend SETO KAIBA need to get a ride home. Would you be as so kind as to give us a lift? Hmm?"
The officer gave her a small mile. "Well, sure, young lady." He pointed to a police car. "Y'all can both get into my squad car and I'll drive you back. You'll have to sit in the back with this hoodlum my partner and I just caught. You guys don't mind, do you?"
"No," she said, before Kaiba could protest. "Let's go!"
* * *
Tea elbowed Kaiba in the ribs. "I don't want to sit next to that guy," she whispered, acknowledging the criminal hunched in the backseat, glaring sulkily. "He looks mean."
"He can't do anything to you," Kaiba hissed back. "He's handcuffed!"
"I don't care! I don't want to sit next to him!"
"Fine! Jeez! You're such a baby!" he muttered under his breath as he slid down the leather plush seat, Tea scootching next to him.
The cop turned on the ignition and started the car, the rusty growl transforming into a lusty purr. That sound was making Kaiba the happiest he had ever been. He was going home! He didn't care if he was sitting next to an axe murderer or drug dealer. Exhausted and relieved, he slumped back and shut his eyes.
"Hey, miss," Tea said, leaning on the seat. "Can you sound the siren just once? Please? It would be so cool!"
"Tea, we are not asking them to sound off the siren!" Kaiba said irritably. He turned to the cops. "We are really grateful for the ride and you don't have to doing anything she says."
"Nonsense," said the female officer. "We'll let it off one time."
Suddenly, an ear-piercing screech bellowed. Tea poked her head out the window to look at the blinking red and blue lights. "Oh! Come see, Kaiba!" she called excitedly.
"No way!" he muttered. "What will the press think when they see me in a police car?!"
The shrieking finally ended and Tea thanked the policemen with a big smile. "I have my digital camera! Let's take pictures!"
"NO! The last thing I need is proof I was ever in here!" He sank lower in his seat, frowning.
Too late. She took out a small, silver camera and snapped a photo of Kaiba with his unchanging grim expression. The car slowed at a red light, allowing her to take more of the police pair.
She handed the camera to one of the officers. "Take a picture of me and Kaiba!"
"The last thing I want is to remember this day!" he griped as she posed, one arm lazily slung over his shoulder. She rested her head on his cheek and gave an ear-to-ear beam of delight.
"Say cheese!"
"CHEESE!" Tea yelled, deafening him.
The light blinded him for a second time. Kaiba tried blinking away the black-green blotches that floated in the air.
"It was a good one," said the photographer as she handed Tea back her camera.
"Aww! Don't we look cute together?!" she gushed, showing him the results.
Kaiba grunted disapprovingly. It was by far, the stupidest picture he had ever taken. Photos usually showed his cold airiness and prosperity. This one made him look dopey. His eyes were half closed and his mouth was slightly open in surprise. "It's terrible! Erase it!"
Tea turned it off and tucked it in her handbag, just smiling.
* * *
This chapter was made in about one and a half days, so sorry if it's not the best. -_- Sometime this month, I'll try and add a new chapter to Dangerous Blue Eyes, Joey Billionaire, and The Babysitters' Club. If you haven't read them yet, please do. Thanks,
Summonedskull007
