Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or anything really, I'm only 14! What can I own?
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POV: Tea
SLAM! I held the doorknob of my front door before opening it and shutting it again. I would have done it again had I not been concerned that my neighbors would call demanding to know what was going on. So I have a little bit of a temper…so what? It's healthy…I think. So instead of slamming my door anymore, I slammed the abused cookbook in my hand hard against the table as my thoughts drifted to Kaiba.
"What a jerk." I breathed out in a huff. "Who does he think he is? So I wanted to be there for Mokuba? Is it a crime now." I thought back to what Kaiba had said. "I guess it is." I sighed, not wanting to go through this.
slowly made my way to my bedroom and turned on my music. I quickly turned it to one of my favorite songs, 'Buttermilk Biscuits'. I can't never remember who sings it, but it's just so addicting. Of course, the way they sing it makes me thing that it's Goofy with golden rings singing. Okay, I admit it, I'm weird. But I never said I was normal.
I laid down on my bed, letting my mind drift back to Kaiba. Why was he so cold and heartless…well…who cares about that. We all knew Kaiba and Mokuba had had a hard life, but still, Mokuba was nice. But then again, he didn't have to juggle as many responsibilities on his shoulders as his older brother. But still, that gave him no right to do that that! But what had he meant? That he didn't want me to hurt Mokuba?
I rolled over and buried my head in the pillow as a searing headache ran its course through my head. So much thinking…to much thinking. Of course, there was a LOT to think about. Not to mention that Monday would be the bachelor and bachelorette auctioning. I'm head of the whole thing and am trying to find people to join. They're only 11, but at least the money we get out of them will go to charity. I wonder if I could get Kaiba…
I held the pillow over my head as my headache grew stronger. Okay! Okay! I get it already! No thinking about Kaiba! He's a jerk anyway. I let the music drift me off as 'Don't Worry, Be Happy' started playing. The effects of the slow playing song was starting to get to me. I soon found myself unable to think as I drifted off to a hopefully peaceful dream.
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"Mokuba! Come on!" Kaibas long legs followed his brother as Mokuba scurried up the steps trying to get to his room. He quickly spun around, shooting a mini-Kaiba glare at his brother. It would have been cute to Kaiba had it not been directed at him. Mokuba huffed and turned back around, starting to scuffle up the steps again.
"Mokuba…" Kaiba let out a warning growl. He followed him to his bedroom where, much to his surprise, he got the door slammed into his face. "Mokuba!" He went to open the door when it opened itself, allowing a piece of paper to be thrust into his hand before it snapped shut with a click on the lock. He brought the paper up so he could read it.
"I, Mokuba Kaiba, here by refuse to talk until the guilty party, Seto Kaiba, until the mess, of hurt feelings, is cleared up. Until the innocent party, Mokuba Kaiba, is allowed to see…" There was a word that was there but it had been crossed out. He could tell that it had been the word 'crush' which ticked him off a little since he considered his brother WAY to young to notice the opposite sex yet. But it had been replaced with something that ticked him off even more. "is allowed to see mother-figure Tea Gardener. This will continue till this document is signed by the VERY guilty party, Seto Kaiba." He gave the paper a once over. His brother would make a good negotiator one day, but he'll never be able to top his brother. This is what the girl gets for talking to much. "Two can play at this game, Mokuba." He called as sauntered off down the stairs unaware of what Mokuba was doing at the moment.
Mokuba was laying on his bed, looking at a picture of Tea and his brother he had managed to get without them noticing it. It was of them glaring at each other…but they weren't at the same time. Like two friendly glares. As he kept looking at it, tears started running down his cheek, staining his pillow.
His brother just didn't understand. Seto was older now, he didn't need a mother as bad as Mokuba did. Seto was hardly around, and he needed someone to help him, and play with him…and Seto was hurting Mokuba while trying to do the one thing he didn't want Tea to do…hurt Mokuba.
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