Disclaimer: I, of course….don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Cause if I did Tea/Anzu would end up with either Ryou, Bakura, or Kaiba! ; On with the wonderful story!
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"Ohhh…" Tea opened her eyes, blinking rapidly as she tried to rid herself of the sleep that still lingered in her. "What time…?" Her eyes wondered over to a nearby clock. 5:30 AM. "In the morning? Now…wasn't there something I had to do this early?" She picked herself up off the couch and ran a hand through her messy brown hair. "I'm sure it will come to me eventually." She shrugged it off and slowly walked up to her room, picking out a pair of clothes she locked herself in the bathroom and began her shower.
Ten minutes later she stepped out, grabbing her clothes and quickly changing into them she gave herself a once over in the mirror. She was wearing a plan white T-Shirt and form fitting blue jeans. "I know today is a day off from school…but there is something scratching at the back of my mind…I was supposed to do something important…" She jogged downstairs and her eyes caught sight of her new cookbook. "Cooking? Dessert? Something to do with….Mokuba!" She hit her forehead hard, cursing herself for not remembering something so important for the little boy.
Tea quickly shoved her feet into her brow tennis shoes, she grabbed her cookbook and shuffled out the door, almost tripping. She clumsily locked the door and hurried to her bike, placing her book into the small basket in front of it. "Shit!" She cursed out loud, kicking off the bike and peddling as hard as her legs would let her.
Mokuba looked up from his seat in class, letting his eyes fall on the clock, 9:30 AM. It just sat there, mocking him. He shrunk down in his seat, listening to the kids and their mothers laugh. He felt so bad. His eyes gazed upon all the kids, each with their mother by their side….except for him. "Tea….I thought you said you were going to be here for me…that you'd be my mother today…" He closed his eyes, wishing he would just disappear.
His teacher walked up to him and bent down, placing her hand on his back. "Mokuba…I know this is hard for you. It being Mother/Son day, but just bare through it. It'll be okay. Here…do you want me to help you since you don't have any mother figure to look too?" She asked softly. Mokuba's eyes snapped open, giving her a mini-Kaiba glare.
"What do you know!?" He snapped, sure, it was a touchy subject for him, but how dare she! "How dare you say that! I do too have a mother figure! A great one!" He calmed down as tears began to spring up in his eyes. "She….she just isn't here yet…" The teacher just shook her head.
"Have it your way Mokuba." She stood up, shaking her head. Her head turned as a young lady bust through the door, cookbook in hand and panting like she hadn't taken a breath in hours. "Young lady!" The teacher turned, getting ready to bless her out.
"Tea!" Mokuba cried, jumping out of his seat he ran to her, wrapping his arms around her waist in a small bear hug. "You came! You really came!" She smiled, tired from her long bike ride.
"Of course I came, Mokuba. I said I'd be your mother, and a mother is always there." She wrapped her arms around him, looking up at the teacher. "I'm so sorry I'm late." The teacher only smiled.
"Hello, my name is Mrs. Smith. At least you're here. Please, pick a place and start cooking. We do need more sweets for the parent/child bake sale."
Tea looked around in awe. Finally, she picked a stove that had dozens of baking supplies on it. She smiled, humming to herself a song her mother had taught her. As she gathered her stuff she didn't notice Mokuba gazing at her, as if she really was his mother. Mrs. Smith smiled, realizing how much Mokuba thought of this young girl. She turned her back, ignoring Mokuba as he stuck his tongue out at her retreating form.
Seto Kaiba, stalked down Mokuba's school hall, in a hurry to see what was wrong. He had got a call from Mrs. Smith saying that Mokuba was having trouble with something. It wasn't too his liking that he was pulled away from his laptop. But this WAS his brother they were talking about. He'd do anything for Mokuba. He hated to admit it, but the little kid had him wrapped around his finger.
Kaiba reached the room just as Mrs. Smith walked out. "What is it? I don't have all day." He loomed over her, his cold graze making her more nervous by the second.
"I-I-I'm sorry to b-b-bother you mister Kaiba…but it seems there was a false alarm, you see-"
"False alarm? Anything that involves Mokuba is not a false alarm, now tell me, why did you call me down here?" Her took a threatening step closer.
"I told you, mister Kaiba! It was a false alarm. Take a look for yourself!" She stepped away from the door, allowing him to take a close look in. What he say made his hair stand on in.
Mokuba and Tea were laughing loudly, both of them were covered in flour from top to bottom. Mokuba giggled as Tea wiped off some cream he had on his nose and licked it off her finger. "You see?" She laughed, messing his now white hair up. "You are just as sweet as sugar!"
"What is the meaning of this!" She turned, startling the poor teacher. "
"W-what do you mean?" She stuttered, trying to regain her composure.
"What is that brat doing to my kid brother!" His eyes narrowed as she peeked in.
"Um…it looks like they're baking…" Kaiba glared harder at her, making her back away. "I could be wrong!"
Kaiba stormed in, ignoring the looks he was getting from the mothers and the little kids. "Gardener." He lowered his eyes and began walking out. Tea sighed. Knowing something like this was bound to happen.
"I think mister high and mighty wants a word with his dear jester." She told Mokuba in a high pitched voice, giving a tiny twirl and earning a giggle or two from the small. She removed her apron and set it aside. "If I'm not back in five minutes, save yourself, and please, save the cinnamon rolls. And give them a good home. I hear they like stomachs." Mokuba laughed and laughed even harder when Tea began to tickle his stomach again.
"Gardener!" Kaiba's voice snapped. Tea saluted.
"I am off to fight in the cupcake revolution. Take care general Mokuba!" She stalked off toward Kaiba, waiting for the lecture that was sure to come, only having Mokuba's laughter to give her something to look forward too. "Yes, master Kaiba." She said, giving him a mock bow.
"Now is not the time for this, Gardener. I want you gone."
"What! Why?" Tea yelled, trying to smack off what flour was sticking to her.
"You're getting to close to Mokuba. You'll end up hurting him." He sneered.
"I never heard such bull-" Tea tried to growl out at him.
"Watch your mouth, woman. Get out." Tea gave him a glare of her own.
"Fine. Whatever! But YOU explain it to him why I won't help after I promised." She gave him a small shove out of her way. It didn't have an effect on him so he simply just stepped out of the way. Watching her storm off. He walked into the class room, ready to explain it all to Mokuba.
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Weaver: See!?Longer! I hope you like it. Kind of rushed thinking on what to put for them…oh well, at least I tried. More kind reviews please! ::holds out a jar of cookies::