Catching the Ocean

By: Kerigan

Chapter Four

The past night awful, she had gotten no sleep whatsoever. Her hair was probably tangled by all the tossing and turning, and she had no close or make up remover. Azure eyes settled on the window beside her cozy bed. The cold touch of the outside, and the warmth from the inside made her window cloud into a foggy scene. Snowflakes twirled amongst themselves in the everlasting wind. How beautiful it was to see these things in your time of sorrows. It was so wonderful, it even made her forget about the hurt arm she had. A tree stood at the side of her window and since this was a two floored mansion, she felt as if she was flying into the brightening morning light. There was no sun yet, just that same gray coating of clouds that weren't bright enough to appear soft. They were almost blended perfectly in with the sky.

Last night was crazy. Maids were given strict orders not to go into her new room at all without her permission, and that everything she did was to be directed towards Seto. Mokuba also wasn't supposed go in without permission, but she highly doubted the younger of the three would take the instruction seriously. He was just so innocent, yet so mischievous at the same time. She bet he was even as intelligent as his brother. Tea turned back to the gigantic room behind her. A beautiful oak wardrobe was pressed against the dark red walls. It had white plush carpet, that matched the white pillows and the comforter that was much more comfortable than anything Tea had ever felt before. Pictures of painting were scattered about in a tasteful manner with gold painted lamps that reached the ceiling in the corner. A walk in closet was far across the room from her and she had many windows to look out of. However, she had closed the curtains on all of them but the one by her bed. She wondered if Seto even know what was in this room. It looked like it hadn't been touched before. Everything was completely spotless, and she was positive the maids dusted 24/7.

Safe to say she felt like a princess who did not belong. With a heavy sigh, she threw back the covers and got out of bed quickly. It was actually warm in the house so she didn't have to brace herself for a pinching coldness. "Let's see if he has anything to wear." She said to herself after clicking on a lamp so it was bright enough to see what she was doing. Her mind wondered what time it was, but when she opened the wardrobe she forgot about it. Inside was her own clothes, and the pair of jeans she took off to sleep. Her jacket was pressed and not nearly damp even though they had been snowed on, and the nice suit was perfectly clean. Luckily she had worn a white undershirt or she would not have been able to sleep at all. Pulling out a few drawers she wasn't surprised to find the majority of them empty. When one was occupied she pulled it out. One had a somewhat new colorful sweater, so she took that out, and the other was a pair of pants she could squeeze into. She was positive they were for a male person but she had to make do with what she had.

By the time she had jumped up and down a bunch of times, she managed to get them high enough to button. Her hips were snug, but as long as she didn't bend down it would be okay. At least the sweater fit. In another drawer she found a mirror. Her eyes had bags under them and her make up had smeared about her face. With a sigh, she began to wipe it away. This entire event had caught her so off guard. Quickly she put on her high heels that didn't match at all, and brushed her straight brown hair with her fingers. When she walked out, it was extraordinarily bright. She was at the top part of the stairs, and a bit to the right. The marble like railing showing the main entrance room of dark blue tiles and deserted space.

She clicked her way down the steps carefully and looked at the modern style the Kaiba. Blue, black, and white were the main colors and then you get the occasional red but it was all structured perfectly. It was homey yet professional feeling. Looking about, she turned towards a hallway and found herself in a dinning room. It was beige with a large wooden table that could fit about 12 people on it. Two candles sat in the middle with a vase of roses. Large drapes covered the huge windows that were beside the table, and a door on the far left probably lead to the kitchen. Speaking of kitchens, she was pretty hungry. Tempting fate, she pushed open the wooden door and came into a lit, white place that you would probably see at a fine restaurant or something like that.

She saw a cabinet and decided it wouldn't hurt to look, so she opened it. The first thing she saw was a box of granola bars. A smile broke from her as she took two and opened one. It was wonderful! She was starving and it didn't matter what she ate, as long as it would help her stomach growls Walking back to the main hall, she munched happily as the tour continued. If she was going to live here, she might as well know what was around her. Quickly she walked up stairs and began to follow the long hallway down. One stretched left, the other stretched right. She chose the right. A few minutes passed, and she turned a corner. After the first granola bar was finished she opened the other one. Luckily the trash fit in her pockets so she would have to hold it the entire way. She stopped at a pair of abnormally large doors that were in a shape of a bullet. They were huge, and towered over her as if she were nothing. Curious, she pressed on the heavy doors. This room was too lit up with thousands of games everywhere. It was like an arcade in a house! The noise was a bit loud at first, but by the time she walked half way into it, it didn't bug her so bad. That was probably why the doors were so thick, was because of the intensity of the sound. Her heart thrummed as she saw the one game she loved. The dancing revolution! It was a game in which sensors underneath the platform time your movements and gives you directions of how to dance to a certain song. If you complete it, you get to go to another level. She was the best at this one.

Taking off her shoes, and placing the wrappers to the granola bars on top of them, she stepped onto the metal platform. Instantly the game lit up in a variety of colors. She pressed start on the console and waited for it to start.

"Level One. Techno Drive"

The music came slow at first, the beat count up to 4. Drums pounded to set the player's rhythm and then the guitars blasted in with a bass. Her feet went to work, as well as everything else on her body that moved. It absorbed through her in a way nothing else could. The music, the volume, the beat. It was her passion in life.

By the time she had finished level one, she turned around and nearly jumped out of her skin. Staring back at her with Seto. A rather arrogant smirk covered his face, with two arms crossed over his green shirt. His purple cape still stayed on him and his blue jeans perfected his look. "I see your having fun."

Tea stepped down off the platform to grab her shoes. Anger welled up within in her for him not speaking up. "At least I don't watch people dancing." she said as she put of her shoes and picked up the wrappers. Seto followed her hair as he brushed a hand through his brown hair.

She turned back to confront him when he turned his back to her. Tea bit back her words as she saw him turn. "Go back to your room." he stated bluntly.

Tea held her ground "No."

He turned around with another daring smirk. "No?"

She nodded. "Yes, why should you demand me around when you are keeping me here against my will?" she asked with her nose in the air.

Seto crossed his arms yet again, his poster straighter than a plank of wood. "It seems to me you were enjoying yourself just a few minutes ago. Now go back to your bed before I must take you there myself."

"Can I at least use the phone?" she asked. He nodded and gave a gesture for her to follow him. Hesitant to do so, she began to walk after his stride steps. Finally, she could find a way out of here.