Thank you all for reviewing. And... REVIEW FOR MY OTHER STORY! (Yeesh, why must I beg..? I hate begging....)

Er... yea, -scratches head sheepishly- Seto was a tad bit too out of character... I'll try to make him better, but no promises there... I'm not too good at those kinds of things...

Reminder: words in italics mean someone's thinking.

Ok, onward!

She awoke in dampness... salty, sticky dampness that irritated her skin, and made it sting. As she lifted herself out of the bed, she could still feel little droplets of salty tears finish their roll down her cheek, and seep into her mouth by the corners. She yawned, and swiped a hand across her moist face. Red lines from the tears ran down her left cheek, while the other was completely red from being in that salty puddle the whole night. She looked sleepily at her surroundings as all the thoughts ran through her mind in a flash, this taking a while for her to chew and digest it properly. Once her mind was done unwinding, she shook her head, and walked towards the curtains, flowing softly in the wind. Small splints of a faint light came through the growing and shrinking space between the two heavy indigo curtains. She grabbed hold of the thick material, and ripped them open, revealing heavy grey clouds, and naught but a small blue spot in the sky, being slowly engulfed by the grey.

With nothing to change into, she walked out the door, feeling as if her uniform stuck to her body, glued by sweat and stickiness. It was not a nice feeling... nor was it a nice smell. She walked into one of the restrooms, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy, and stuck together in greasy chunks. Her uniform had grass stains all over, a few yellowish blotched from her underarms, and a few colour-runs on her chest and sleeves from the tears. She felt gross, to put it simply... utterly gross. And the stench was unbearable, even to her. She rubbed her face rigorously at an attempt to blend those red lines on her face with the rest, but with no avail. The skin was irritated there, and on her entire right cheek. She sighed in defeat, and walked out of the restroom, and headed downstairs to where Mokuba and Roberto were sitting by the electric fireplace, having their heads curled over a game of Chinese checkers.

Mokuba lifted his finger to move, when a sharp, pungent smell pricked his nose. In attempt to get it out, he squeezed his hand over it, and turned his head towards the owner of the smell.

"Tea...?" His hand muffled his questioning voice.

Roberto waved a huge hand in front of his face and whistled in amazement. "You? This esmell is coming from you?" he looked at her red-streaked face "Goodness, child. Go take a shower and get yourself into a new pair of clothes." He coughed at the stench, and pounded his chest with his fist.

"I can't..." she started slowly "I haven't packed anything..."

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A drop fell from the sky, then more and more came down. Very soon it became an onslaught of rain. The worker men weren't able to hold much longer, and one by one, fled to their homes. Seto sat atop of a ladder, finishing off the waterslide he had started the other day. Luckily for him, he had a rather large breakfast this morning, seeing that he would have to work by himself today. He sighed at everyone's fear of the rain, and continued working. How cold they fear such weak water? He asked himself, I'm sure most of them swim, and this is not much drier. His hands became red and numb, and were slightly bitten by the cold. Being finished with the slide itself, he got down, and walked around it to begin working on the steps. He crouched low to the ground, and started building a hardwood box for the first step.

"KAIBA!" Someone yelled from not so far away. He could hear the splashing of feet in small puddles as whoever it was ran closer...

Not her again... what does she want from me anyway? He did not even look in the direction where the voice was coming from. He simply continued his work with his numb, slightly swollen hands. The splashing stopped, and turned into very light walking.

"What do you want?" he asked with his usually arctic voice, that this time sounded congested. "I already had breakfast today."

Tea crouched down beside him and was thankful his nose was blocked. "Roberto sent me to come get you. Him and Mokuba are both worried."

A droplet of water dripped off his red, congested nose. "I'm fine." He replied grimly, and filled the first step with what seemed like rubbery cement.

"Don't be silly!" Tea hissed, getting rather annoyed by his distant attitude. "When someone offers a hand, you take it... Understand?" She looked at him, expecting him to at least say something, but all he did was continue with his work.

"I don't need anyone's help." He finally replied, his voice colder then the weather, his eyes still focused on his work.

A sudden sneeze made his head bend downward, and when he looked back up, his face was red and puffy, like a child's. That split second was the only time Tea has ever seen Seto without that cold glaze shielding his eyes, but to her dismay, that shield was back as abruptly as it was taken down. She tried looking into his eyes, but as usual, they kept running away. "Why do you never look at anyone in the eye?" she couldn't help asking.

He didn't answer, and kept hammering on the last piece of wood to complete the first box. She grew frustrated at this, but knew her complaints would not even phase Seto Kaiba's strong, cold barrier. She stood up, and turned her back towards him. "I merely came here because Roberto asked me to... if you wont come in because I told you, then come in because Roberto did." And with that, she started down the path once more.

Seto listened as her feet splashing grew farther and farther away. The nerve...

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Tea had been pacing for two hours already, hoping Seto would at least listen... but NO! The stubborn mule had to stay outside, getting himself sick. Who does he think he is anyway? God? Some sort of invincible man who can never be killed?... if that was the case, he needed a reality check, and bad...

Mokuba and Roberto's heads moved back and forth, in sync with the restless girl's pacing body. Her short brown hair had dried, and looked like a birds nest, and the stench had returned... not as pungent as before, but it was still there, nonetheless. She looked extremely frustrated, and by her shaking fists, clenched jaws, and reddening face, she looked as if she were a bomb, ready to explode.

"I would never thought that after three days, she would be so concerned about the Signor (it was spelled 'Senor' before, I just recently figured out how to spell it.)... Did you, Mokuba?" asked Roberto mindlessly, still following Tea's movements.

Before he could answer, she stopped pacing, and glared knives and daggers at the Spanish cook. The outer shell of the bomb broke, and she exploded. "I DO NOT CARE ABOUT HIM!!" she yelled, and resumed her pacing while biting her thumbnail. "He is as suborn at a mule, and doesn't want to listen to anyone..." she was used to people listening to her when it concerned their safety, and found this kind of behavior most absurd.

"That's Seto." Mokuba confirmed, shocked that after all the duels, and three days she's 'lived' there, she still did not realize that Seto's barrier was indestructible. The clock struck 3:00 and sounded its hourly alarm. Nobody jumped at this sudden sound, being already used to it, or being so caught up in something else that they hardly realized it.

Roberto started taking in a deep breath by his nose, but once he remembered the smell, he continued the breath by his mouth, "Stop worrying about Signor Kaiba, I'll go get him. But for now, go take shower... It you still smell bad, even after you got rained on." He said, not knowing how to pout it in a nicer way.

She looked down out of embarrassment. "No need to rub it in."

"Roberto's right. Even with a blocked nose I can still smell it..." that grave voice made her head turn. She was not expecting him to come in without being dragged. His face looked pale and both his hair and clothes were dripping madly, making soft taps on the wooden floor. Although he wasn't looking at her, he knew she was staring at him... he could feel it. "What are you staring at?"

"N-no, it's just that, I would have never expected you to listen." She said, taking her eyes off him and looking the other way.

"I didn't. I finished with all that needed to be done for today, and came in here." He responded bluntly. "And besides, coming in two hours after your request doesn't count as 'listening'"

There was an awkward silence, in which Tea took the time to scold herself for her stupidity. Of course! How could I have been so stupid! Kaiba would have never listened! At least not to me anyway.

Seto's sopping wet shoes made squashy sounds as he walked right passed her and stopped before Roberto. "Go take a shower, Gardener." He commanded icily, as he was leaning forward, about to whisper something in Roberto's ear looking rather awkward and uncertain about what was now coming out of his mouth.... Almost as if he was regretting it...

"Fine," she said, and started towards the staircase. "Nobody come in..."

"Tomorrow Signor? Are you..." was the last thing she heard before the loud screeching door drowned out the rest.

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Tea held out her dirty uniform in front of her, as if it were venomous. She was still in the bathroom, obviously, wrapped in a long white, soft towel. She stared at the 'toxic' uniform pinched between her thumb and index finger, and wondered how she could have worn such rubbish for more than three days straight. It looked disgusting, smelled of rotting feet, and worst of all, was dripping with sweat. If this was her own house, she would have walked out with a towel, but sadly, it wasn't her house, and she certainly did not want leave the bathroom with only a towel on. Sighing at not having any choice in the matter, she got dressed slowly, cringing at every piece of fabric that slid onto her clean skin, feeling as if it dirtied it once more.

Poking her head outside the door, she looked this was and that, seeing if anyone was coming. Satisfied at the abandoned floor, she quickly slipped the guest room, not wanting to go back downstairs now that she realized how unhygienic she had been. She slammed the door with her back, and sighed. She slowly dragged here feet across the carpeted floor, and purposely fell onto the nice, soft bed. The sky was no longer a gray, but was turning into a black. It was still really early, but seeing as there was nothing she could do, she closed her eyes, and waited until she eventually drifted off to sleep....

You know what's funny? I'm updating on my birthday! Can you guess how old I am? If anyone can guess, I'll post two chapters on my next update.

And I appologize this chapter was slow or choppy... getting too may writer blocks, but have no fear, the other two are going to be better.