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"Talk"

'Thought'

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Seto's body stiffened when he heard the door to his open and someone step inside, but relaxed when her perfume reached his nostrils. Tea put her school bag down on the table. She had come there straight from school. Mokuba had a soccer game after school so he wouldn't be home for some time. He had asked Tea to come early and stay with Seto.

"Hey, did you miss me?" Tea asked him teasingly

"How could I? You haunted my nightmares." He replied with a smirking face.

"Aww, you missed me." She said and could just imagine him rolling his eyes behind that bandage.

"If you mean your racket, yes." But the truth was that he had missed her, so very much. He kept thinking about, trying to figure out who she was. Even though he had no success in identifying her, but that didn't stop him from thinking about her. He was glad she was with him now. It would give him the opportunity to talk to her and perhaps figure out her identity.

"Whatever." She said. "I brought your homework from the teachers."

"Are you in my school, in my class?" He inquired sharply, and Tea sighed. He just wouldn't give up.

"No, I'm not in your school." She lied.

"Then how did you get it from my teachers?" He was trying to trap her.

"Umm, I… I got it from a kid in your class. Mokuba told me to talk to him." She hoped he wouldn't dig deeper. She didn't want to make up more lies.

"Which kid?" Mokuba knew some kid in his class. How?

Umm, it was… Yugi, yeah Yugi. It was him." She said with a smirk. The distasteful look on his face told her he wasn't pleased.

"He is so cute. I feel so lucky. I talked to him you know. It was my dream to talk to the game king." She squealed in fake excitement, relishing at his expression.

"Hn." He only grunted in response. She stopped herself from giggling.

"Okay, let's do our homework. I do mine and you do yours. Simple." She put some papers in front of him and sat beside him on the bed to work.

"How the hell am I supposed to write if I can't see anything?" He asked in agitation. Of course. She sighed.

"Then what should I do?" A sly smile appeared on his face, warning Tea that she wasn't going to like what was about to come out of his mouth.

"You will do my homework girl. And before you say no, remember, you are here to help me." She restrained herself from smacking the smirk off his face.

"Okay. But I will tell you the question and you give me the answer."

"Fair enough. In fact, I think I'll help you with yours too." He offered and Tea panicked.

"No, no. I can do it. It's easy. Don't worry about mine. Let's just finish yours." Her and his homework was the same since they were in the same classes. She had just told him she didn't go to his school. She couldn't blow her lie so soon. She didn't want him to know her identity. He would never forgive her.

"Finally we're done. I was so tired of writing." Tea stretched and released a deep breath.

"Great. Because I'm hungry. Do you know how to cook?" He asked rudely.

"Yeah. I do. But where are your maids?"

"They are probably gossiping in a corner somewhere." He answered with a frown.

"So I guess I have to make something for you then. And I'll eat some too." She offered, getting off the bed.

"You didn't eat before?" He looked slightly surprised.

"No, I came here directly from school. Couldn't leave a baby like you alone for second. Who knows what you'll do." She said in a teasing tone. He didn't say anything mean to her like she expected.

"You shouldn't have come here without eating something. You should have eaten something first." He said in a low voice. She stared at him, shocked. Did he actually care about another living thing other than himself and his brother?

"Are you worried?" It slipped out before she could stop herself. She blamed shock for slowing down her brain.

"Of course I am." He replied, turning his head in her general direction. "If you don't eat properly, you'll get sick and… then who will do all my work?" The urge to hit him was stronger than ever. But it was her fault. She was wrong to think he cared. He was a jerk.

"Ass." She muttered. "Let's go downstairs. A little exercise would be good for you. You are getting fat lying down here all day." He growled with anger.

"Fat? Do I look fat to you?" He spat. He couldn't believe her. The nerve of that girl.

"Yup. You look fat and lazy. You should be more like Joey wheeler. He is so fit and muscular." She would torture him mentally if she couldn't hit him physically.

"That dog is fat, not me. I can beat him up with my eyes closed." Tea decided not to say anything more. He could do it, and she had seen it. Besides, she didn't want him too riled up, and any mention of Joey did exactly that.

"Let's go already. Get up." He got up and she put a hand on his shoulder to guide him. She gasped when he wrapped his arm around her waist for support. His arm has a strong grip, but it was so comfortable. He leaned against her, there bodies touching each other. She seemed to have trouble breathing normally. He was so close. He was too close.

"Okay, I'm ready, let's go." He said as he let her guide him out of the room and down the stairs. Normally, he would never let anyone help him, not even Mokuba. But he let her. Not just because he wanted to touch her and wanted to inhale her sweet scent, but because for some unfathomable reason, he felt like he could trust her. There was a sense of familiarity about her, about the interactions they had, and that bugged him because he still didn't know who she was yet.

As they walked down the stairs, he paid attention to her features. She came up to his shoulders. She had a small waist, and she smelled really good. Her hair smelled like strawberries. He could tell she worked out. He could feel her tight stomach as his arm was around her, and she was taking him down on her own. He had put all of his weight on her on purpose, and she was still walking quite comfortably.

"Okay. We're here. Just sit on the couch and I'll get something to eat." She said as she brought him right next to a comfortable counh, and straightened her back. He wasn't fat but he was no feather light either.

"Make something." He ordered and she stared at him.

"What do you mean make something?" Couldn't she just get something already made, like junk food, or left overs? It would be so much easier.

"Cook something. I want to see how you cook. I don't want to eat some junk food. Now hurry up. I'm dying of hunger." He commanded.

"Well good, cause I was about to kill you anyways. Now I'll just wait and let God do his wonders." She seethed. The nerve of this guy, ordering her around like he owned her.

"I'm not kidding. Just go already." He ordered again. She considered telling him off, but then sighed and walked towards the kitchen. She was pretty hungry herself, and quite honestly, she wasn't in the mood for left overs. She would make food for her and not him. He would get whatever was in his fridge. As she took out the ingredients, she felt guilty about her initial decision to not let him eat her food. Technically, it would be his food because everything, including the kitchen appliances, was his. Fine. She would give him some because she was using his kitchen and his ingredients.

She checked the cabinets and found what she was looking for. She quickly started to work. She had been working for a while and was almost done when she felt someone stand behind her. She quickly turned around and bumped into Seto's chest.

"Ow." She said as she rubbed her nose. "How did you get here without hitting something or falling?" She asked him incredulously.

"I just happen to know where my furniture is." He said snobbishly. "Besides, I had no trouble finding the kitchen or finding you since your smell was guiding me." He smirked as he answered.

"Jerk." She muttered loud enough for him to hear. His smirk widened.

"You're done?" He asked impatiently.

"Almost."

"What are you making anyway?" He asked suspiciously.

"Why do you care what goes in your mouth as long as it tastes good?"

"I want to know what you're planning to use to poison me." He said, crossing his arms. Oh how she wished she could do that. Well, maybe not poison, but something to give him an upset stomach or diarrhea.

"In that case, I'm making my favorite and my specialty, lasagna." She replied.

"Hmm. Smells good enough and ready to eat." He extended his hand to touch it. Big mistake. The tray was still hot and he couldn't see what he was going for. His hand touched the hot baking tray and he yelped in pain, withdrawing it quickly.

"Oh my God. Are you okay?" She panicked and held his hand in her small ones, gently rubbing it. "Stupid. Why the hell did you touch a hot tray?" She asked angrily, but he could detect the concern in her voice.

"I didn't know the tray was hot. If I knew, I would never have touched it. I can't see. It's your fault. You should have told me. You should…" He shot back but he left the sentence hanging there. He could feel her blow gently on his fingers, holding his hand close to her mouth. It formed goose bumps on his skin. Her breath tickled his skin, taking away the pain with each gentle and cool blow and, bringing a weird feeling back.

"Is it better now?" She asked him slowly, words coming out of her mouth with such worry, it tingled his icy heart.

"I am not sure." He said thoughtfully. "The burn is on this hand." He held up his other hand and smirked. She stared at him, not believing what he said.

"Seto." She said annoyed, but then laughed and smacked him lightly in the chest. He chuckled as well. Then he slowly said.

"When will you be done?" She looked at him surprised.

"I just need a couple of minutes. Why? You're missing me?" A smirk appeared on her face as she said slyly. A small blush appeared on his cheeks but he quickly covered it with a frown.

"You wish. I am sick of sitting there with no one to argue with or insult." Now she frowned.

"Just go. I'll be with you soon. In fact, wait for me. I'll take you with me so you don't break a leg or something." She snickered.

"Hn. I don't need your help. I managed here on my own and can make it back as well." He said indignantly and walked towards the living room. Tea smiled and went back to her lasagna. She put it in the oven again to finish cooking, and stood up, ready to go to Seto. Surprisingly he had made it back to the couch and was currently frowning, looking bored.

"Hey, I'm back." She said and slumped on the couch beside him.

"Is it finished?"

"No, still needs some more time. It will be ready soon. Let's watch TV as we wait." She clicked the remote and turned to a channel.

"What's on?" He asked.

"Some kind of a drama, I think. I'll explain what's happening. There's a guy and a girl in the room and they are talking. The girl is pissed at him for some reason. The guy is trying to talk to her." Seto listened to the TV. The girl had a high-pitched voice and the guy had a deep, throaty voice.

(High pitch) "No Carl. I can never be with you ever again. I don't have the same feelings for you anymore."

(Deep) "Liar. I know you still love me. Your heart still beats for me."

"No. I thought I loved you, but that was a lie. I was lying to you and myself. I just can't do it anymore."

"So it was all a lie? The time we spent together, all the moments we shared, was it all a lie?"

"Yes. Now please leave me." She started crying. "I can't take it anymore."

"I can't take it anymore either. You're hurting yourself and me. Out love wasn't a lie, but your denial is. And I'm going to prove it." There was a gasp from the girl and then silence.

"What's happening?" He asked her again.

"Umm, he is cornering her. Now he's placing his arms around her waist and bringing her close. He's kissing her. She is starting to kiss him back. Now he is starting to take her clothes off and now I'm changing the channel." Seto laughed.

"What's the problem? Is sex too adult for you?" He slyly asked.

"You're saying as if you do it every other day. I can't believe you would want see such shows." She said.

"I'm not the one who switched to the channel. And I can have it every day if I want." He claimed smugly.

"Whatever." She replied. She knew it was possible. Girls, not just in their high school, but even older and younger ones found him attractive, and he probably could get the willing ones to agree to share his bed.

"You don't believe me? You don't believe that girls just die for my glance?"

"I don't care." He chuckled at her response.

"Did you ever have sex before?" He asked after a small pause. Tea blushed at his bold question. Good thing he couldn't see.

"What kind of question is that?" She stuttered.

"Okay, perhaps I didn't word it properly." He said with a smirk. "Are you a virgin?"

"Why… why do you care?" She managed to ask and keep her voice from stuttering this time.

"I don't. I'm just curious. Well did you have sex? Who was the unlucky man?" He pressed again. Tea's eyes narrowed at his words.

"For your information, I didn't. I am still a virgin, and whoever I pick won't be unlucky. He would be the luckiest man on earth." She said hotly. He didn't argue. He inexplicably felt relieved that someone else hadn't already taken her.

"Why didn't you?" He asked her, startling her again. She wondered why was he so interested.

"I never found the right guy." She admitted after a small pause. "I have known many guys in my life, many nice guys. But never him. You know, you always have someone in your mind, the perfect person. You always try to find that person. Many find their dream guy or girl and many only find it in their imagination. I still have him in my imagination, and I can only hope I'll find him soon." She took a deep breath, kind of like a sigh as she finished.

"Now it's your turn mister." She said. "Did you have sex?" She hoped he would be just as uncomfortable as her with this topic. After all, he was notoriously private.

"No." He replied without missing a beat.

"Why didn't you, since every girl dreams of sleeping with you?" She asked, referring to his earlier claim about getting any girl he wanted.

"Do you?" He, in turn, questioned her. She hadn't expect him to say that.

"Why are you asking me?" She said, becoming nervous again. Dammit, he was the one who was supposed to be squirming now.

"You are a girl too." He pointed out plainly.

"… No." She lied. Ever since she had taken this job a few days ago, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She wanted to come to him and spend as much time with him as she could. She had always been curious about him, and had always wanted to get to know him better, and now she was. It had become a guilty pleasure to spend time with him and bicker with him, and see him like no one else had.

"Hmm." He said in an emotionless tone, even though he could feel his heart flip at her response. "Why?" Another question she wasn't prepared for.

"I just told you. I'm saving myself for that special someone. A lot of girls may think of sex with you as the best thing that can happen to them. But I don't. I can't be with you unless I love you. If I trust you totally and know you won't hurt me, then I will. Otherwise, no." She spoke the truth.

"That's my answer to your question. I don't need someone who is after my looks and money. I want someone who is true to me, who really needs me and not my status, who can truly love me for who I am, not what I am. Someone like… you." She was shocked to hear him say that. He wanted someone like her? Well, right now he did, but once he found out who she really was, he would hate her. This saddened her and all of her joy at hearing his confession disappeared into thin air.

"I'm… I'm going to go check the lasagna. It thinks it's done." She didn't wait for him to answer as she practically ran out of the room. Once in the kitchen, she let her thoughts wander as she got the lasagna out.

'He doesn't like me. He can never. I am Tea Gardner, one of the people he hates in the world. I have to get all these feelings out of my head. This is impossible. This will never happen. I can't get my hopes up. I can't let him get close to me. He will break my heart once he opens his bandages. I would have to control my heart.' She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind of all the thoughts. Then she put a smile on her face and walked back into the room. He was sitting in the same position she had left him in.

"Here. Now it's ready." She put a plate in front of him and started eating. He, however, didn't.

"Aren't you going to feed me?" He asked her, acting like a child.

"No. You made it into the kitchen and all the way back by yourself. This should be piece of cake for you." She said.

"You mean a piece of lasagna." He said as he started eating. She smiled at his little joke and resumed eating.

They ate in silence, trying to just enjoy the meal.

"Ah, that was good." Tea said as she put her empty plate aside.

"Better then the meal my maids usually make." He said and Tea figured that was the best compliment she was going to get from him.

"Give me your plate. I'll put it back in the kitchen." He gave it to her and she went into the kitchen. She was about to wash them when she heard a loud banging sound followed by a grunt. She ran towards the living room and found Seto on the ground next to a chair.

"What happened?" She went to him and sat besides him on the floor.

"What does it look like? I bumped into the chair." He gruffly said.

"How? You were sitting when I left you. Why did you get up?"

"I wanted to get some thing."

"You could have asked me. Now tell me, where does it hurt? On your knee?" She asked him gently and touched his knee.

"No, it's my elbow." He said and regretted it as soon as she removed her hand from his knee. But he calmed when she grabbed his elbow.

"Here?" She lifted his sleeve and asked him, touching his wound. He nodded and she gently massaged it. Her fingers were so soft, leaving feathery light touches on his skin. He wasn't hurt. It was just a scratch, perhaps not even that. The area was red and hurt, but her fingers were doing magic on his skin, taking his mind off the pain. Suddenly, he heard her giggle.

"What's so funny?" He asked frowning. Was she laughing at him?

"Oh nothing. I just remembered something." She managed between giggles.

"What?" He asked impatiently. He still thought she was laughing at him.

"When I was a kid and got hurt, my mom would massage it. Then she would kiss it and ask me if it was better. She always said kissing it made it better."

"What's so funny in that?" He grumbled.

"My dad would always scratch himself so mom would have to kiss it. It was always so funny when mom would yell at him for being so careless, but then she would laugh at his little attempts and kiss him." She finished and closed her eyes trying to remember the good times.

"You learnt a lot from your parents, didn't you?" He asked, confusing her.

"Yeah." She answered still confused as to what he meant by it.

"Well, aren't you going to make my arm all better?" He asked as innocently as he could, and she couldn't help but giggle again.

"Okay." She brought his arm closer to her face. He could feel her breath on his skin. He felt like he was in heaven when her silky lips enclosed on his flesh. But it was over before he could truly feel it.

"All better?" She asked him and smiled. He just smiled back but then his smile turned into a smirk.

"I have another wound, right here." He pointed to his lips. "I think you should make it all better too." She blushed crimson. Kissing him on the arm had her on cloud nine but on the lips? She admitted that she had imagined about kissing him before. But now that she had the chance, should she take it? She was still deciding when the door opened and Mokuba came inside.

"Hey Seto. T-, you're still here? I thought you would be long gone by now." He had almost said her name.

"What time is it?" She glanced at the clock and gasped. 9:00pm. She had been here for that long. While doing twice the homework, making food, watching TV and talking to him, she totally lost track of time.

"Shit. I have to go home." She said panicking and quickly led Seto to the couch. Then she hurriedly began collecting her stuff.

"You made lasagna. Cool. Can I have some?" Mokuba asked eyeing the leftovers.

"Sure." Mokuba said thanks and ran into the kitchen. Tea was about to leave when Seto said again.

"I am still waiting." He said, reminding Tea of his earlier demand. She blushed but continued gathering her stuff.

"You're not leaving this soon, not while I'm still hurt." He pointed to his lip. She thought for a moment and walked towards him. Seto could feel her approaching and his heart raced with excitement. She stopped in front of him and placed her hands on his shoulders. She lowered her face and moved dangerously close to his lips. His breath quickened. She stayed in the position for a few seconds but then quickly moved away, smiling. She could see his displeasure, but she quickly said goodbye and walked towards the door.

Seto frowned. He was so close, so close to feeling her lips against his, to feel that weird sensation run through his body again. But not close enough. She had tortured him and then left him. If only he could see, if only he knew she was going to do this, he would have grabbed her and kissed her for as long as he wanted to. Damn it all. He was still deep in his thoughts that he didn't hear her approach him and stand before him again.

She was disappointed just like him, and she realized she couldn't leave without kissing him. She knew she would never get a chance to do it again. And if she didn't take this one, she would regret it all her life.

Seto felt someone bend before him and gently brush their against his. Her scent intoxicated him, telling him it was she. The kiss lasted only a second and just when he realized it was her, she moved away. He suppressed a moan of displeasure at the loss of touch, but she was walking away. He heard the door close and sunk back into he couch. It was a blissful kiss and brought a smile to his face. He had gotten his wish, well, maybe not exactly what he wished for, but close enough. He wanted to taste her, feel her lips crushed against his, and her body grinding against his. All he got was a gently brush of lips. It was enough to satisfy his hunger for now, but it ignited a new fire in him. A fire only she could put out with her lips.

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