A/n: O.K. The pairings will go as follows: J/M, YY/I, Y/S, and T/M so far. Mind you, these are minor pairings, since it'll still be in first person POV of Seto and Téa. Actually more like references. Arigato for waiting!

The Dangerous Sea?

Seto's POV

I lay awake in the wee, earlyhours of the morning, gazing at the ceiling with a slight smile on my face my head in my hands. And it isn't a sarcastic smile. At least, I don't think so, there's no mirror in my ceiling.

Dropping that thought, I huff myself to a sitting position in my striped pajamas, loosely worn.It is another beautiful day in the tropical Hawaiian air. Songbirds are singing, daylight streamed through my curtains. I decided to check on Mokuba.

"Hiiii, big brother!" My brother's face via web cam computer peered at my waving a sheet of notebook paper with a gold star on it. I swear, he thinks he's seven. "I got a A on my math exam!"

"Great."

"Oh, and I'm staying with Yugi's grandpa, Mr. Moto. You know him?"

I nodded.

"Well, he's really, really, really nice and he bakes me brownies and I've had some-"

I checked my watch I never take off. It must've been three in the afternoon over there, due to the time zones. "How many have you had . . . .?"

"Three, but Mr. Motou says I can't have any in the nighttime, cause that's when I go to bed-"

I laughed. Mokuba always gets hyper on the slightest bit of sugar. "Do me a favor and keep Roland with you. Terrorists have already attacked me."

"Oh, yeah. And sorry, Yugi and his friends are coming. Sorry. Be careful, big brother. I miss you. I wuv you."

I sighed and said the last part to him back. Then I shut the computer, got dressed and washed up. I did kind of miss Mokuba. Usually I take him with me on vacation, but this time I wanted to spend some time alone with Téa. Our dinner yesterday was amazing. And what made it so was the fact that she didn't. . . .

ONCE mention her friends! Even though they came and stalked us. I mean, really. That was SO subtle. NOT. I put on a Hawaiian shirt and some jeans. Especially that Yami boy friend. I saw the WAY he LOOKED at me. Pure jealousy. Oh, it was cleverly kept under control, but then I always see the look of resentment on all my rivals' faces.

I put a trenchcoat over that. I planned to surprise Téa with all her talk about Hawaii yesterday. But I certainly wasn't going to walk around like that. My coat was like a safeguard.

The day was muggy, but my coat was air-conditioned. Just as I walked outside, I forgot to tell the maid to take care of something. First thing you lose your memory I smiled to myself as I enter the cabin. I passed Téa's door, thinking she had already left for the breakfast room, and then I heard voices coming from her room. Voices. Plural.

"What the-" I muttered, eavesdropping. I should have known though. That yami frined of hers was giving her a lecture. I could very well guess why.

"Of course I'm not here for THAT!" I heard her shriek.

"Maybe he is," rumbled his voice omniously. I was struck by his nerve. Of course he had a lot.

"Look, why don't you stay and have fun with Ishizu?" she said. "It's a real pretty place - last night I was admiring it with - " she broke off, blushing. I knew when she blushed because of all the plently of times she had done with me. I turned away, not wanting to hear anymore.

I knew that she would stick up for me in front of her friends, and this pleased me very much. Very much. So I wasn't worried that she would leave. Not entirely, that is.

"Look. . . . " Yami paused lengthily. "Do you LOVE him?" I stopped instinctively.

"Of-of COURSE!" Her voice was strangely high. "Why wouldn't I?"

I heard him pause. I knew that she had only said that to make a point. To explain why she had agreed to come here with me. And I wanted us to have fun. I heard him murmur that he was only looking out of her best interests, in a defeated sort of way. I smiled and headed out.

The island we were on was secluded. That meant it was apart from the rest of the main islands, since Hawaii has eight. There was a big volcano in the distance and I chose this particular island because I thought she would like it. A lot of culture and stuff. Girls like that.

I was glad that Téa had said she loved me. I loved her too. Not in a mushy, gooey way, but still serious all the same. I sat down, it was empty - it was still early morning - and picked up the paper. now if she would only say it to me. . . . that was the trick, the hard part.

As I caught up with the happenings around the world, I also caught sight of the geeks that came down to eat. Especially that Wheeler. It made me gag how much he was showing off for that pretty blonde girlfriend of his. By being much more noisier than usual and throwing chairs around. All he had to do was swing from the trees in a monkey suit.

I hid behind my paper, but I guess they recognized me from lunchtime when I do that all the time. "Hey, Kaiba!' in a belligerent sort of way. Damn. I swore unde my breath. I decided to be nice.

"No en la casa," I muttered and murmured at the same time as they neared. God, they were just like a pack of hyenas closing in on me. And I was the lion. I heard them mutter amongst themselves.

"What does that mean?. . . "

"I think he was joking."

"Kaiba never jokes!'

"I think he does now."

I was very aware of their staring. I would've done anything to run. But I couldn't. Nor wouldn't.

No doubt they were going to give me that lecture Téa haad gotten earlier beforehand.

Luckily, Téa came down just then and shooed them all away. It reminded me of shooing away nosy flies. I smiled at her.

"Good morning," I murmured, raising my eyes to hers, which were exact mirror of mine. In color.

"-Oh! Good morning," she repeated in surprise, like as if she had just noticed me sitting, and no wonder. I studied the worried expression on her face.

"Something wrong?" I said innocently.

"No, nothing. . . " she trailed off, thinking. She was dressed in a sleeveless vest with a long wrap skirt made of lightweight gauze. Her straight, dark hair had gotten longer, I noticed vaguely. It now brushed her shoulders easily. I let her have a few moments while sipping my coffee. "Hey!" she brightened. "Let's go down to the water today."

I set my coffee down. "Nah."

" 'Nah'?" she questioned.

"Don't feel like it," I said breezily.

I could feel her study my expression. I kept it flat and unreadable. But the corners of my mouth twitched out of my control. "Are you serious?"

"No. Oh, fine, we can go. But don't mind me, I'll stay on shore. I have work to do and besides, I can't swim."

She was stunned. "You can't SWIM?"

"Well, yell it out I don't think Maui heard you."

"I'm sorry, it's just . . . so shocking. . . ." she was wide-eyed like a doe. "Well. I wouldn't want you to drown. That would suck."

"Definitely," I agreed with a nod.

"I know!" she said, all bright once again. "I''ll teach you!"

"Oh, yeah right." I played disbelieving.

"No, really. There's not much to it," she pressed. "Just flap your arms under water. . . hey, how do you order around here . . . ?"

"Just raise your hand and get a waiter." I demostrated. "Or you can just pick it up yourself at the buffet."

"I'll do that." She got up and went where the others were to chat, and returned with a heap of fresh fruit and yogurt. I eyed it. "Go ahead. You're not going to just eat that coffee, are you?"

It was a rhetorical question, so I didn't answer. I took a wedge of the freshest pineapple. "I didn't know you could 'eat' coffee, Ms. Perfect."

Ms. Perfect was a nickname I had called her in my head that she didn't know about. She crinkled her nose at me. "Sorry. . . drink coffee, Mr. . . . " She groped around for a word. "Folgers."

I snorted. "Folgers?. . . ."

"It's a coffee brand."

"I know."

"Well, you should. You drink so much of it." She didn't sound lecturing, just matter-of-fact. There was a time when I thought all she ever sounded was lecturing.

"You look great today." I said softly, watching as ripe strawberries and grapes squirt into her mouth.

She laughed, a little embarassed. "What a change of subject, Kaiba!" I gave her a hurt look. "Sorry. Seto. It's just that. . . I so used to calling you 'Kaiba' and just stuck, you know?. . . "

"Sure." I picked up it paper again. "So, what do want to do today? By the ocean."

"I don't know. . . you think of something. What do you want to do?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I could think of a few things."

She turned red. One fingertip traced a circle in the Formica table. It always amused me when girls blush like tomatoes. At the simplest and merest suggestions.

"I meant sunbathe, Téa."

"Oh. I knew that." I laughed. "I did! I KNEW THAT!" She pretended to swat me. "And besides, I burn."

"Yet you want to go swimming. . . .?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I'll have suntan lotion on, did you ever hear of that?" She pointed suddenly at my collar. "What's that. . . .?"

"I'll show you later," I promised, though I wasn't sure.

After she was full, we left together. I noticed a pair of suspicious purple eyes follow us as we left. Guess whose they were. I knew I was causing trouble, but I smirked at him anyway feeling reckless. I noticed and realized that she didn't mention her fight from the morning. It was unusual of her.

Oh, well. Not like I care. She went inside and got her things, and I got an umbrella. I told her that I was going to enter the water later, to go and have fun. She didn't believe me.

"Oh, come on. . . ."

"Later," I promised.

"Okay, okay."

I sat under the shade on the brilliant white sanded beach. It was already pretty crowded and I was glad that her friends were already out there to give her some company. I made myself comfortable on a lounge chair chaise and stretched out.

"Wouldn't you like to stay with me instead?" I said seductively.

She paused in the middle of taking off her vest. She had in a silver swimsuit that I remembered from the senior/junior trip. Her expression was priceless. "Uh. . . . no?" I laughed, not taking any offensive.

"Too bad."

"Would you . . . put some lotion on me?" she asked shyly, turning her face away and lifting her hair. "My back, I-I mean."

"Sure." I did so, making sure all of her was covered. Our eyes met over her shoulder and she smiled a little like we had some secret we shared. "Make sure . . . you come in to the shade. . . . every once in a while." I said slowly. "So you don't overheat."

"Sure, Dad." She rolled her eyes and grinned at me.

"WHAT did you call me?" I made a grab and pulled her down on the chaise. "If I'm your father, then you have to do every one of my commands."

"Like what?"

"Like 'kiss me'-" I kissed her gently as the waves crashed in the background and the sounds of faint screams. "For instance."

She stared at me in shock. Then she face straightened somewhat. "Oh, you mean, another one of you commands?"

"No, I meant that I overheard you this morning."

"You overheard me?" Shocked look again.

"Yes, that you told Yami that you loved me." I patted her hair gently breaking strands apart, looking down at her eyes. A dawning comprehension rose in them.

"Oh." she said quietly. "Yes. . . yes, I did tell him that."

I waited, expectant to hear the answer to the second part of my question. Noticing it, she went on:

"And. . .. it was true." She went on, shyly, fidgeting with herr hands.

I noticed how her eyes slid away briefly, but that was okay. At least I had the confession. So I told her that I loved her, because of last dinner.

She looked surprised but pleased and flattered. "You . . . do?"

"Of course," I said, grand. "You're my girlfriend." I said logically.

"Wow. . . you've never called me that. . . " she said daydreaming for a second.

I kissed her again as the shouts of "Téa! Come ON!" sounded in the background. Even though she seemed like she was unsure, and was only saying it to please me, it was still a start. "I guess you should go," I said.

She still seemed dizzy and wrong-footed. "Yes. . . yes they're calling me." I watched her as she teetered on the edge towards the oceans. One of the usual aftereffects of our kiss, I assumed.

"Ha!" I opened the computer top with a grin and started catching up on my work.So there, Yami. He had dumped her, but he was a fool, fool, fool. She was a great girl. And, the best part -she was all mine.

Later

Later, Yugi, Yami's brother, came over to me and explained about Mokuba's lliving arrangements. I already knew this, so I answered with "Mm-hm"s and "Yeah"s. I think that made made seemed disinterested about my brother, so he left with a puzzled look. No doubt to run to his brother.

"Come on, Kaiba! I mean Seto!" Téa came a few minutes later, dripping wet and looking like she just had the time of her life. I smiled to see it.

"All right, all right," I grumbled, taking of my trenchcoat and setting it aside neatly.

"Why do you have a coat on the five hundred degree weather?" she mumbled vaguely, as if an afterthought. Then her eyes got wide when she saw what was under it.

"It's specially made to be impervious to weather." I tugged my shirt self-conciously. "What?"

"What - WHAT - is THAT?" She giggled uncontollably.

"It's my Hawaiian shirt."

"You - you - " she was laughing straight out now. " - h-h-have the most weirdest taste in clothes."

"Gee, thanks," I said sarcastically.

"No, I didn't mean it it maliciously. "It. . . doesn't look bad, actually. Where's your swimsuit?"

"In my bag, but I'll just wear these jeans."

"You?" She gulped. "In those jeans? Wet?"

I grinned down at her. "So?"

"So. . . nothing," she countered, but I could tell. We ran down and passed Ishizu, holding a tray of drinks. A beachball was floating in the water, forgotten Obviously some kind of game haad been played. I didn't like any outdoor games. Or outdoor activites period. Especially swimming.

"You won't tell the others about . . . you-know-what?" I whispered.

"Of course not. . . hey, you guys!"

She went over to them and I pretended to get into the water. Maybe it was a bad idea to forget my swimsuit because the jeans held in a lot of water. If I wasn't careful, they'd fall down. And I wasn't wearing anything underneath. Just kidding.

I waded in to my waist and looked around. I realized that I had forgotten to put on suntan lotion, and my sensitive skin not having seen the sun in a long time, I was sure to burn. Good thing I brought my umbrella. I opened it and pulled out my shades. I knew I looked ridiculous, but I'd be laughing last when they all burned and I didn't.

"What are you DOING?" she whispered, splashing over to me. I looked at her nonchalantly.

"Swimming," I answered.

"Give me that-!" She snatched it and I saw her boy friends all laughing and pointing at me. I hoped they would burn to crisps. "Here. . . I'll hold it over you and teach you how to swim."

"If you're certain," I said hesistantly."Aren't there jellyfish in here. . . .?"

She laughed. "No, you won't step in one, okay. Now," she paused, thinking of how to explain. "First, put your whole self in the water."

"How?"

"Crouch."

"Crouch?" I looked dubious. "On second thought, this isn't such a good idea. . . .:"

I head for shore. She took my arm to stop me. "Seto, come on. You're almost there!"

"Hm, that's the first time you called me without reminder." I sank into a sort of squat, my shoulders in the water, and looked up at her. I have to say, I liked the view: she had a nice, female body that filled out the tankini well. I smiled slowly at her.

"Quit smiling," she said, "you're making me lose concentration. Now, flap your arms around - that's it - not too big arcs -"

"Like this?"

"Aah!" She sputtered and I grabbed the umbrella before it flew away in the breeze, then pulled her down into a squat also and put the umbrella's shade down on both of us. "Now, I've got salt in my eye."

"I'm sorry." I touched her face gently, in the cave-like atmosphere I made, it looked pale and ethereal. "Does it hurt, poor baby?"

"A little bit," she shivered suddenly.

"Mind if I kiss it?" I stole a peck and soon we were kissing madly, wildly, and passionately. Truth be told, I already knew how to swim, I just haven't done it in a while. Like, forever. Back at the orphanage, the kids were all taken to camping, and were taught how to swim in the lake by the matron. But that was so long ago, I had forgotten it, it was like another life. "Better?"

"Yeah." She nodded while smiling, but was still shy.

"I kind of-" I began, but then a teasing outdoor voice said, "What are you guys DOING in there?"

I stood as the umbrella was raised. Téa was blushing like a nut.You should've seen the way she was blushing. Great, just give the answer. She moved closer and shyly towards me though. Protectively.

"Hey, you guys," she said quietly. There was a rustling movement throughout the group.

They teased her: "Oh, so you were KISSING in there!" and I was ready to jump and beat them up, but I didn't. I didn't really understand why she took all of this crap from them like a docile little lamb. Certainly, I knew what a spitfire she could be. I'd been in the receiving end of her tirades many many times.

"Oh, they were just teasing and kidding," she said later when I asked her about it. I wasn't her, but I hated to be teased and kidded at. Especially like that, about those kinds of things. But I guess that's where we differed . . . I'm sure that there would be a lot more.

We got out of the water, arm in arm, but then they called us for a beachball fight. Those two clowns, Duke and Tristan, where trying to impress Wheeler's little sister by jumping up and down on the volleyball net to see who can act the most monkeyish. I doubt she was impressed. It disgusted me, as a man. I could see the pointy hair of the Motous. Hope they don't pop the ball.

We got roped in and I was soon hitting the bouncy ball with my umbrella. They were laughing at me, I could tell, but Téa silenced them with a look. I knew that look. It was a glare, like daggers flying from her eyes. I smirked at them as they shrank back, subdued. She smiled at me.

"Your serve."

I hit it like a baseball and it flew over the net and it hit Ishizu on the head. She was serving drinks to Yami. Luckily, it wasn't hard. She did give me a very Téa like glare, though.

"Our point," Tristan called.

"No, ours!" There was an arguement between him and Duke. It made me want to retch the way those two fought like dogs. Soon they were wrestling around two boys I didn't know, nearly hitting me with their flying fists and feet. I took a step back and let out a yell. My foot had sunk into some sort of underwater sinkhole. I took another step back to preserve my balance and my other foot sunk too. . . .as everyone looked around. . . .

The next thing I knew Téa was doing mouth to mouth on me. CPR stuff. I blinked slowly, and in an instant, figured out what must have happened: I nearly drowned. There was a ring of head all looking down on me, I thought about getting up, then I had an idea.

"He's not getting up; someone call 911!" she said hysterically.

"They've tried, Téa. . . .but it seems like there's some accident by the boats. . . . besides, this place doesn't have a hospital. . . ."

I could tell by her face that she was remembered our crash and fall. I peeked through my lashes at how worried she was, and decided to end this.

"He hasn't got a pulse! He has no pulse! He's dy-" she screamed, as I turned my head and blew out a stream of water at her and lazily put my arms over my head.

"Hey, who are you calling with 'no pulse?' " I asked, as everyone broke into relieved laughter, seeing that I was just kidding, but Téa sure wasn't laughing. She chased me down the beach, waving my umbrella. I'd had never run so fast in my life.

TBC

A/n: Dum dum dum! Mmm. . . wet jeans . . . . You silly, review then to find out what happens next! la la la. . .