Yu-gi-oh is owned by Kazuki Takahashi. I have tried to make the characters as accurate as possible.

Panties

Tea Gardner was innocent, energetic, and cheerful. She was feminine—a ballerina who loved to look at pretty clothes—but tough enough to be friends with Joey Wheeler and Tristan Taylor. An astrologer would describe her as the quintessential Leo—friendly, proud, with a gift for communication—sometimes too good, as she tended to over explain events as they were happening, a habit that made her occasionally insufferable to some—and a penchant for performance. But she was also a moon in Libra--a peacemaker who craved connection on a mental as well as an emotional level. Libra is the sign of romantic relationships, and of couples, and Tea would reach her full potential, according to astrologers, when she found her soul mate.

At the ripe age of fifteen, Tea felt that she had already found this soul mate, in the spirit currently residing in her best friend, Yugi. She didn't know where this spirit came from originally, or how old he was, or even his name, and neither did he. She hoped to help him find out about himself. As she showered after dance class, her muscles loose and her skin glowing, she would pretend her hands were the spirit's, and hear the spirit's murmurs in the rushing water. In bed, she would touch herself, shyly and tenderly. She had learned about sex through romance novels, so it was rose red and snow white; men were quietly forceful, like a rushing river, and women always put up a bit of a fight before submitting to hard muscle and fiery sunsets. She had surmised that the spirit was from Egypt, and she was certain that he had been a very powerful person. The prospect of laughing and strolling hand-in-hand by the Nile with the spirit was just as arousing a prospect as lovemaking on a sumptuous royal chamber's feather bed. It would be nice to have a name to go with her fantasies, but for now, Yami Yugi worked just fine.

She was dreaming about this—sitting by the Nile River, watching crocodiles and cranes, Yami's arm around her shoulder—as she lay on the grass by the schoolyard, in the shade of a cherry blossom. Her friends were sprawled around her—Joey and Tristan on their bellies, Yugi sitting in a half-lotus between them. Joey and Yugi were teaching Tristan how to duel in a good-cop bad-cop tag-team—with Joey mocking, and Yugi warm and encouraging.

Seto Kaiba, walking by, noticed two things –one, that Yugi would sometimes gaze at Tea with a simpering look, and two, that Tea's skirt was up around her upper thighs.

This gave him pause.

He let his eyes roll over her body. Her dainty ankles were crossed, and her pale feet were elegantly pointed. He could see the calluses on the balls of her feet and her heels. Her calf muscles curved out in a slight smooth arc. His eyes went over her slightly bony knees and her thin, muscular thighs.

He moved so that he was still out of their sight line, but he could get a better look between her legs. She arched her back a bit and uncrossed her ankles. He let his gaze linger over her thighs. Even with her knees touching, her thighs didn't meet. There was always a perfect, teardrop shape between them.

Her legs are always open, he thought.

His heart thumped.

Tea crossed her ankles again, stretched her arms over her head, and yawned. Her belly was concave. Kaiba could see that even as her stomach dipped and made a valley between the bony hills of her hips, the waist of her skirt stayed stiffly suspended in the air, a sky blue rainbow, before her stomach rose again to greet it. Her uniform jacket was off, and through the thin fabric he could read the lines of her rib cage, the delicate glyphs of her collarbones where they joined to meet her shoulders. Her neck was thin and pale, her arms as light and graceful as feathers. Her breasts swelled from her chest and pointed upward. She moved again, and he spied the lace of her bra peeping out between the buttons.

His heart was galloping. Blood surged with so much force he could feel the artery in his stomach pulsing.

Tea raised one knee to scratch at an itch on her shin with her big toe. Her skirt fell and pooled over her groin.

Joey and Tristan did not notice. Yugi looked, and then turned away, his face burning red. Tea's eyes were closed, her black lashes almost downy.

Her panties had strawberries on them. Under those innocent strawberry panties was a beckoning mystery. Kaiba could make out the shape of her mound, all the parts he didn't know and couldn't name. He could see the slice of skirt -shadow on her inner thigh, perfectly peach, and the fork where her thigh joined her body—go north, reach her hip; go south, and follow the curving slope to her tight little ass.

Kaiba squeezed his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip. The artery in his cock was pulsing, leaving him light headed. The fabric of his pants was excruciatingly rough.

Realizing what she was doing, Tea sat upright, yanking down her skirt. She ran her hands over her smooth brown hair from the scalp to the shoulders. Grass fell on her lap, and she violently brushed it away.

Kaiba turned and walked off, breathing deeply and trying not to stumble. He walked until he was behind a dumpster. The smell of vinegar felt like needles in his mucus membranes. He looked around for a rock, a stick—there was a rock. A gray fist clenched on the ground.

He picked it up and slammed it into his crotch. Again, and again, and again, until he was doubled over, gasping and coughing.

"Little whore," he rasped. Saliva filled his mouth. He spit. The spit pooled around the toes of his shoes. He swallowed back bile. "They've all had her. They've all fucked her."