Title: Razzle Dazzle

Part: Chapter 03

Author: Svelte Rose

Comments: Um…finally, Chapter 3?

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When the bargain was made, it was on the stipulations that she would not be expected to do more than just what the original terms were. Should anything happen during the time from it begun, the contract would be null and void.

Much to her chagrin, the theoretical line of which was drawn from the beginning, had never been ventured much less crossed. He was careful and precise in everything he did…which exasperated one such as herself who wasn't always up to his par.

The epitome of every women's (and gay male) perfect partner, he could not be anything less than perfect. Standing a little over six feet, his piercing, deep blue eyes, thick brown hair, and impressive figure commanded the attention – good and bad – of any body in any room that he occupied. He intimidated everyone and anyone he came across.

She was one who used to be so carefree – a dancer's spirit always was as such. Upon meeting him, she began to perfect herself in everything she did and more - not because of him or anything - but more or less for her own psyche.

After all, how could anybody expect less from the mistress of Seto Kaiba?

Thank the heavens no one expected anything from her, thank heavens no one knew.

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The first time it occurred, she'd been surprised at how gentle he was.

Funny thing was, despite the rough exterior, he really was still quite gentle, almost massaging the bruised he'd left on her arm earlier on. Now he was sleeping, curled up with legs entangled within hers and arm draped over her torso.

She'd expected him to act somewhat more emotionally about it; god only knew she had several fat drops of tears rolling down her cheeks.

He'd only smirked and handed her a wad of bills before ordering her on her knees.

Humiliated but having been the one that proposed the contract, she obeyed, cheeks burning with shame.

Funny thing was, once she got on her knees, he stood up from his chair, jerked away from her, and threw his nameplate across the office. From there, he snatched his coat and stormed out of the office, leaving the weeping girl with a wad of bills.

When it first occurred, Téa wasn't completely ready – seriously, what girl really was at her age? Regardless, she just followed his lead.

The dancer would never admit to the CEO that she would never even consider any other guy to be her first other than him.

She lifted her hand but decided against it. The hand went slack by her side as she stared up in the darkness, succumbing to the Sandman soon after.

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When he awoke, he hadn't expected the extra bundle of warmth by his side. It was usually gone by the time he woke up or she would wake him up while trying to leave during the middle of the night. Lifting his head a bit, he stared at her profile (or what he could see of it in the dim lighting of dawn's light shining through the curtains). It was no wonder her name came up often during his business class discussions at the university. Ample chest, slender waist, legs a-mile-long, perfect skin-free of blemishes, one of their dance teams top dancer, exceptionally kind to everyone she came across, volunteered her help any club that needed it (even if she didn't belong to it), school newspaper editor, part of their student council executive board, and an exceptionally good student.

No one knew of their relationship. Should someone find out, Seto would see to it that it stayed in the dark.

After all, it wouldn't benefit him in any way.

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She brushed a strand of brunette hair out of her face while the other occupant in the room whimpered, drool mixed with food bits dribbling down his chin. Téa stifled a cry as she wiped the chin of a once grand man, Evan Gardner. Now struggling to stay alive with half his body paralyzed, his blue eyes, the ones she had inherited from him, pleaded with her. At the same time, she could feel the apology he tried to convey day after day.

But there were never any words. Just whimpers, moans…he could barely offer anymore.

She could see that tears had begun to converge in his left eye. Soon, they fell, drop after drop and not being able to help it, she broke down too and hugged the sobbing form of her father.

"Please don't cry Daddy, please…" She whimpered.

Outside, two nurses had stopped at the door which had been left slightly ajar.

"She's a wonderful daughter. She's always coming here to visit him, even when the weather is less than admirable." One tsked quietly to the other, her gloved hands in her pocket.

The other sighed and shook her head. "I wonder what happened to him."

The first nurse fiddled with her nametag a bit (it read "Samantha") before glancing up in surprise when the question registered, "Oh heavens, don't you know? He was in a car accident involving himself and Seto Kaiba's younger brother. He would've recovered fine from the accident if the stroke hadn't occurred during his recovery."

The second nurse's eyes practically bugged out, "Are you kidding? What about the Kaiba kid?"

Samantha sighed sadly, "Coma with no chance of recovery. Mr. Kaiba hollered and roared but no doctor could do anything for the kid. He did try very hard; he hired doctors from all over the world. The best that money could buy! But they all said the same thing."

"Oh dear." Her companion sniffed. "Who was at fault for the accident?"

"The cops still don't know." She replied, her eyes straying back to Téa and her father.

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Seto Kaiba may be the youngest student to own a multi-million dollar corporation but he was not above going to school and actually attending class. He knew that if he wanted to keep one step ahead of his competitors, especially electronics, he needed to be kept up to date. Sure, newspapers and magazines worked well but not as well as the information teachers usually gathered since they were more in-depth. The downfall of attending class was:

"Hey, hey! Matthew, you have got to check this out…that gorgeous girl in our rhetoric class is performing again this Friday and Saturday." A voice chirped up from Seto's left.

The CEO simply blinked lazily while he waited for the class to start. His notebook was opened neatly in front of him with the date and subject printed neatly across the top.

"You going?"

"Naw man, ain't that party this weekend?"

"Ohh yeah…"

He rolled his eyes. Typical. It was hard to believe that most of these kids had earned their way into Tokyo University and if they didn't, their way was paid by prestigious mommies and daddies who had more than enough pocket change. He wasn't interested in their affairs however; there was another reason he came to this class.

Coming in through the door, she looked up and caught his eye. Frowning, she sat down in the front row, a good ways distance from him who sat in the back row.

He smirked. She may try to avoid him as much as possible but it was no use.

It was so much fun breaking her fighting spirit.

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Téa could feel the dark blue eyes burning into her as she quickly packed up her supplies. The lecture had just ended and already, students were milling out into the hallways, chatting with friends before their next class. She wanted to get out of this class as soon as possible; she wanted as little time together with him as much as possible.

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and she tensed. Wanting to shrug it off but knowing it would catch unwanted attention, she waited until he spoke.

"Hey Téa! I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies tomorrow night," The owner of the hand asked.

She was relieved. Turning around, she smiled, "Oh hey Dave, how's it going?"

"Good good," He replied, "So how about it?"

She looked at him confused, "I'm sorry, what?"

"The movie," He repeated, cheeks dotted red.

Not thinking anything of it, Téa nodded, "Okay."

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With one arm over her eyes and one arm above her head, she waited until he crawled off her. Their bodies soaked in sweat and her legs sticky with the aftermath of their 'activity', she sniffled and ignored him as he pressed himself up against her. She knew he wanted her to flinch, to draw away, to react somehow. But from previous experience, Téa knew it only ended up exciting him more.

His lips suckled on her neck gently as he traced patterns on her flat stomach and his leg ran up and down hers. She couldn't help but swallow harshly and tense up at which he smirked into her neck and crawled on top of her again, his entire weight on her body.

She felt her hand being pulled away but wouldn't look at him as he slowly pried her legs apart.

"Look at me." He commanded as he entered slowly.

Breathing heavily now, she turned her head towards him as he gripped her hands.

"That's a good little girl," He whispered before taking her mouth in a kiss as he moved in her once more.

"I'm tired." She feebly protested. Not that it did any good.

His lips slid to the corner of hers as he breathed heavily and entered all the way in, "But I'm not."

To her chagrin, her body couldn't help but respond as it arched and met his rhythm.

Bodies warming up once more, she gritted her teeth as he moved in an out, his arms moving to bring her legs over his waist.

"You're not going to the movies tomorrow." He commanded with a breathless voice as his hands moved to grip her hips.

Téa didn't respond, she just clenched her jaw and looked to the side of the bed.

"DON'T turn your head away from me!" He bellowed in a dangerous tone as he stopped and leaned over her.

She slowly turned her head back and met him eye to eye, "It'll look weird if I don't go on any dates."

He shrugged before bring her up into a sitting position, having not pulled out once, "That's not my problem. You're not going."

"I'm not canceling," She gritted her teeth as she dug her nails deep into his shoulders. "I'm can't." To her shame, she couldn't help but let a moan escape.

He brought his face up to hers, forehead to forehead as his gaze burned into her own. This time, his hand kept her stubborn jaw in place as he whispered in her ear:

"You can and you will."