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"Talk"

'Thoughts'

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"Seto, you have to come and help me." Mokuba whined. Seto looked up from his laptop.

"Why do I have to come Mokuba? Can't a maid help you?" He had a lot of work to do and wanted to finish it before night.

"Most of them are gone for the break and the rest are busy doing other things. Seto, please." Mokuba begged.

"Okay Mokuba. Let's go." He sighed and followed his brother into his room. He already knew what his brother needed help with. It was time to feed Tea. He chuckled at the thought. Feed her, as if she was a baby. But since she was incapable of doing it, it had to be done. She had been in his bedroom ever since he brought her in. He had been busy finishing his work so never had a chance to go to his room. Most of the time, he would sleep in his office. But he knew if he wanted to, he could have had her moved. The truth was, he didn't want to cause her any more pain or discomfort. He was afraid that moving her might cause her internal injuries to worsen. So he had left her the way she was since she was brought in. Only recently, after getting permission from Dr. John, had they started moving her body around a bit. Mokuba and the maids dealt with her most of the time. Seto only went in when he needed something. He knew he was avoiding her, but he couldn't stand to see her in such a state without feeling angry.

Tea was laying on his king size bed, eyes closed, but looking better then the last time ha had seen her. The bandages on her head, legs and arms had recently been removed. There was still a bandage around her waist though. Some of the bruises had also healed, leaving no marks on her beautiful skin. Mokuba sat on the bed beside her and motioned for Seto to do the same.

"Okay. So you set her in a sitting position while I put the food in her mouth." Mokuba said and grabbed the bowl of soup from the table. Seto glanced at Tea's body. Should he do what Mokuba told him to do? She might not want him to touch her. But then again, she was sleeping so she would never know. He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her in a sitting position but her head rolled to the side.

"Seto, hold her head so I can put the food in." Mokuba said. Seto moved one hand to hold her head in place but now her body started to slide to a side. Seto growled in frustration. How did Mokuba and the maids usually do this? There must be more than one maid to keep Tea's body upright, and her head still. This was not a one-person job.

"This is not working Mokuba."

"I know what will work. Just do as I say." Mokuba told Seto, eyes glistening with mischief. Seto didn't like the look but decided to do it anyway. Mokuba gently pulled Tea towards him so that her limp body was now resting on his small one.

"Now sit beside her." Mokuba told Seto who did as was told. "Cross your legs and lean back." Seto seemed confused but didn't say anything. "Now, put your hands on tea's waist." That was it. Seto decided to speak.

"What are you trying to do?" Mokuba only smiled.

"Don't worry Seto. She is asleep so she can't be mad at you or hurt you for touching her." Seto frowned at a laughing Mokuba. "Come on. Grab her waist and pull her into your lap."

"I am not doing that." Seto refused. "There must be some other way." He knew Mokuba was doing this on purpose to torture him. He wondered if it was because he had been ignoring Tea, and Mokuba wanted him to punish him for it.

"If you know one, then tell me." Mokuba said arrogantly, much like Seto himself. "Infact, I'll give you some time. I have to go to my friends' house for an hour, so I'll see you later. You better have figured out a way to feed her by then. And since you are a genius, I have full faith that you would have." He thrust the bowl into Seto's hands and pushed tea's body back at him. He jumped off the bed and ran towards the door before Seto could complain.

"Her medicine is on your left. See you later." Mokuba left, leaving a very angry Seto behind.

'That twerp. I'll cut his allowance in half for this.' He thought. 'But I'll do that later. Right now, I have to solve this problem so I can get back to work.' He tried everything he could think of but nothing seemed to work. Many of the ideas would have worked if Mokuba had been there but not with one person. After half hour of trying, he gave up.

'I guess I have no other option but to follow Mokuba's plan.' He thought sourly. Very carefully, he lifted Tea off the bed and placed her gently in his lap. As soon as her soft body touched his, he felt himself relaxing, which was the opposite of what he was expecting. Her body fit in his lap perfectly, as if she was made for this. Her petite frame was so small compared to his large one.

'I have to snap out of this.' He shook his head to get the thoughts out. Then he leaned back against the headboard and pulled Tea with him so that her back rested against his chest. Again, he felt at ease. He pushed the feeling aside and grabbed the bowl. He rested her body between his arms so it wouldn't fall to a side.

He lifted the spoon to her mouth but her head rolled to a side. Damn it. How could he have forgotten that? He used one hand to hold her chin and thrust the spoon in her mouth wit the other hand. He then lifted her chin so the food can travel down her throat. He continued feeding her for a while. After all the soup was finished, he took a deep breath and placed the bowl aside. He extended his arm to grab the medicine but stopped when he felt her lips on his neck, her breath tickling his skin.

'What the hell?' He slowly turned his head to see her eyes still closed. She wasn't kissing him. She was still asleep. When he turned to grab the medicine, he had left her head and it rolled towards his neck. He gasped when he felt her take in a deep breath. Her soft lips were so warm, just like her body. He put the pill in her mouth and stimulated swallowing, but didn't move her head away from his neck. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her even closer, and closed his eyes. He pushed all emerging thought out and just focused on the relaxing feeling he was experiencing.

Mokuba's feet creaked lightly on the carpet as he tip-toed towards Seto's room. He had just returned from his friend's house. He had checked the living room and Seto's office but couldn't find him. There was only one place left; his bedroom. He opened the door and smiled at what he saw. Tea was asleep in Seto's lap, her head resting on his shoulder. While his chin was resting on top of her head, his arms wrapped around her waist, in a protective manner. Mokuba crept back to his room and grabbed a camera. He just had to take a picture of them like this and show it to them when they would fight. The camera flashed, indicating that the moment had been captured. He smiled and walked downstairs. He sure as hell hadn't been expecting that. He had just wanted Seto to interact with Tea, hoping that it would reduce the discomfort Seto felt around her. But his plan had generated unexpected results. He knew of Seto's protective nature, and wondered if Tea was now included in the elite club of individuals Seto gave a damn about. He hoped it was so. He really liked Tea and knew it would be great if Seto and Tea could get along.

Seto opened his eyes and felt a weight on his legs. It smelled good and was soft. The top was made of silky threads, almost like hair. It also seemed to be breathing, like a human. Suddenly his eyes snapped open.

Tea.

How could he sleep in that position? Did anyone see him like this? Shit. Shit. He started to get up but Tea's body got in the way. He gently placed her on the bad and got out of the bed, ready to leave. He didn't know what made him turn around and stare at her again. He felt like he was leaving something behind. 'No time for these ridiculous thoughts. I've got to get the work done.'

Seto sighed and put his laptop aside. Two hours and he hadn't gotten much work done. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he work like he did before? Was he distracted? Why would he be? What could distract him from his work? Work to him was like alcohol to an alcoholic. It wasn't enough until he was knocked out. But he didn't feel like taking in the normal doze.

'Why am I feeling like something is missing? What is it? I have everything I need. Mokuba is downstairs playing so I am not worried about him. The company is doing better then ever. Then what is it?' He didn't feel like this yesterday. Something must have happened today to make him feel like this.

He yawned, tired of the day's work. 'I'll finish this later. Right now, I need some sleep.' He walked towards his room and spotted Tea on his bed, sleeping soundly. One look at her brought the memory of earlier today and a smile to his tired face. He changed into his pajamas and got in bed besides her. The feeling of completeness came over him again. Now he realized what he had missed all day. Her. Her very presence brought peace to his mind. Her scent calmed his nerves, and her radiating innocence brought a smile to his face. How could she have such an effect on him in just one hour?

Her frame stirred beside him, causing him to look. She was trembling, her hands gripping the sheets in a death grip. Her head was tossing from side to side, eyes tightly shut. She was having a nightmare. Her moans worried him. What should he do? He could wake her up but she wasn't healed yet and would feel the pain of her injuries. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. He had to do something and fast.

(Flashback)

A seven-year-old Seto was talking to his father.

"I don't think Mokuba likes me dad." He sadly told his dad, who raised his head from his book to stare at the boy.

"Nonsense Seto. He loves you." Mokuba was a few months old. How could he hate him?

"Because every time I touch him, he starts crying. He hates me." His father put a hand on his shoulder.

"Let's find out." He led Seto to Mokuba's room, where he slept in his crib.

"Ok Seto. Put a hand on his shoulder." His father pointed to Mokuba.

"He will wake up and start crying dad." Seto replied, worried and sad.

"Just do it. You will be surprised at what you see." Seto shrugged and gently put a hand on Mokuba's shoulder. Mokuba stirred a bit but soon relaxed. He even snuggled into his touch. A smiled appeared on Seto's face.

"Dad, look. He is not crying. He is smiling in his sleep." He bounced in excitement and joy. His dad smiled at him.

"Listen Seto. Your brother loves you. The reason for the smile on his face was your touch. He trusts you. So you must never let him down. You must never hurt anyone who trusts you. This thing called trust is a very complicated thing. It's so easy to break but so hard to gain. You have gained Mokuba's trust, so you must never break it." Seto nodded at his father wise words.

(End flashback)

During their time in the orphanage, often times Mokuba had come to sleep with Seto because he was scared. Every time when he had a nightmare, seto placed his arms around him to comfort him. That always calmed Mokuba down. But that was a long time ago. Long, long time ago. Now it seemed like he might have to do it again. Hesitantly, he placed his arm around her shoulders and waited for a response. He was surprised to find her trembling come to a halt. His eyes widened even more when she snuggled into his touch, just like Mokuba had done. Funny. He thought she never trusted him, but she did afterall.

He moved his arm from her shoulders, to her waist. She whimpered at the loss of touch but calmed when he brought her body closer to his. A smile blessed her lips, bringing a smile to seto's face as well.

'I still can't believe you trust me Gardner.' He thought. 'Even after all I have done to you. I can't believe you trust anyone after what your most trusted friends did to you. But I'm not like them. I'll never hurt you or let anyone else hurt you, I promise. I won't lose your trust, not at any cost.'

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