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Disclaimer: The Beloved Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me. But hey, I can live with that, while I secretly bide my time before I can own the Seto Kaiba... okay getting a little dramatic, let me stop before I go psycho, hmmm?
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Téa sat on the porch, her chin resting in the palm of her hands. She looked up when the gates opened and the black stretch limo pulled in. She stood and limo stopped and the door opened and Seto got out, briefcase in one hand, laptop tucked under the other arm. Téa smiled at him and tugged on her khaki skirt, pulling the wrinkles out. He shut the door and looked at her, frowned then walked past her. Téa followed him walking up the steps. He went inside and she shut the door behind her and followed him to the kitchen. He put his things down on one of the stools and she sat in the stool next to it. He opened the fridge and pulled out a plate of salad and he set it down and grabbed the dressing. She watched him pour it on and put it back, grab a fork and leave the kitchen with his salad. Sighing, Téa got up and followed him. "What are you doing?" he finally asked, turning around before he reached the last step on the top. Téa held the railing and looked up at him shyly.
"I wanted to thank you, I mean, you brought me in understanding my situation and... thanks, that's all." He set his stuff down on the bureau near the door and walked over to her. She looked up at him, her eyes darting from side to side.
"You're welcome." He looked down at her as she smiled at him and then he walked into his room, taking his lunch with him. Smiling Téa walked down the stairs. She ran into Mokuba and he smiled at her.
"How are you liking it so far?"
"It's really beautiful, Mokuba, you're so lucky. I mean to have all this. And I've only been here for one day."
"Would you like me to show you around?" She nodded and he took her by the hand and led her around.
Seto sat in his room looking over his charts, clicking away on the laptop keyboard. He sighed. This girl was living in his house and she was pregnant not with his kid but someone else's entirely. He wondered if she still loved her child's father. He shook his head of any thoughts of her. These feelings were wrong and ugly. He just didn't want to think of Téa in a fashion that made it seem that he had romantic feelings for her. He was never interested in anyone for any romantic reason. He stared at his hand, realizing that his finger was clicking the same down arrow key for the last several minutes that he was looking at a blank, white screen. He drew in a breath as he lifted his finger and scrolled back up till he wasn't looking at blanks. He saved and pushed his chair back and closed the laptop. He looked over at his window and walked over to it, for whatever reason made him decided to go to it. He looked down and saw his brother jumping around near the gates and Téa was watching him, brushing her hair behind her ear and suddenly she stopped and she turned and looked up at his window. Their eyes connected for a moment. Seto eyes widen a little, as if shock had settled over him. He pulled slowly away from the window and looked around his room, brushing locks of soft brown from his eyes. What was that surge that jolted through his body when their eyes locked? What just happened to his insides?
"I don't think your brother likes me very much." Téa decided as Mokuba grabbed the bars. The little boy with raven black hair looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. "Mokuba what were your parents like?" Mokuba frowned and let go of the bars and sat down. Téa sat down next to him, drawing her legs up to her chest and hugging her knees.
"I don't remember mom, she died when I was born, but dad... dad was our hero!" Mokuba had this childish grin on his face. She smiled back at him and closed her eyes. "Seto remembers mom, he says she was kind and loving and she would have never let anything bad happen to us. I guess big brother was hurt when mom died, but I guess he lost it completely when dad died. Nobody wanted us, not even our own relatives and then we were sent to that orphanage." He looked like he was angry as his finger played with a pebble. "I wish we never met Gozaburo."
"And Kaiba?"
"Big Brother was the one who initiated our adoption. He hated the man Gozaburo was, but... he'd rather us live like we do now than moving from home to home. I wish he hadn't, then he would still smile, he used to smile, always." Téa's eyes rounded and she felt a tear on her cheek. "Oh! Téa! I didn't mean to make you cry! Sorry." She touched her face and laughed.
"No, I'm sorry, Mokuba, I shouldn't get overworked by your life." She stood and he stood with her, an arm outstretched, still worried. "Let's go in, huh?" Mokuba nodded and took hold of her hand and they walked back up to the house. Mokuba pulled open the door and ran in. Téa shut the door and turned around just as Seto was walking down the steps. She looked up at him and he avoided her gaze.
"Did you enjoy your tour?"
"Was there somewhere I shouldn't have gone... Mokuba took me almost every---"
"Gardner... stop. I don't care." He walked past her, his shoulder brushing against her as he opened the door and shut it tightly behind him. She whirled around and faced the door. Could she really stay at his place when she felt so unwanted?
He sat on the porch and ran his fingers through his hair and held his lowered head, eyes closed. Maybe it was a bad idea, encouraging Mokuba to ask Téa to live at the mansion with him, if it meant that these feelings would be coursing through his entire body every time he thought about her or saw her in his line of eyesight, if this was going to be a twenty-four/seven thing. He looked up and stood, she should be out of the entrance hall by now. He got up, pushed his hair out of his face again and went back inside to an eleven-year-old brother with a pissed look on his face and folded arms across his chest. Seto was a little shocked at the sight as he asked: "What?"