|The Tea Romance Diaries
Author: Starian Princess PM
A collection of oneshots following the romantic tales of Tea Gardner, told from her point of view. Entry 3: Beyond Dreams xBakuraTeaxRated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Anzu M. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,226 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 04-07-06 - Published: 06-01-05 - id: 2416282
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The Tea Romance Diaries
By Starian Princess
A collection of oneshots following the romantic tales of Tea Gardner, told from her point of view.
Entry 1 - The Rain Isn't So Bad
As it begins to rain, Tea contemplates her relationship with her current boyfriend; the ups and downs, and his somehow fascinating blue trench coat.
Propping myself against the hard trunk, I brought my eyes up to stare at the cloudy sky. Was it going to rain? I pondered this then shook my head. Surely, the heavens wouldn't be giving us such a hard day today. We had, after all, gone through quite a hectic week. Well, at least I had. He had absolutely nothing to worry about.
Honestly, half the population of Domino High would probably say that I was crazy or something to be dating him. Yugi, for one, had not taken it very likely. He was the first one I had told my little secret to, since I thought that he would be happy for me. I guess I was half wrong.
At first, he'd just stared at me, his mouth agape and his eyes never leaving mine. But the minute I stood up to stare out the open window, he had come back to life in full force. He started asking questions; anything and everything, and I simply couldn't take answering them all. That day, I had gotten a bad headache due to his pestering. And the thing was that he didn't even seem to realize that I was counting on his support.
Though, at least his reaction proved to be better than that of Joey's and Tristan's. Now that had been quite a day. I had trusted that I was able to fully prepare myself for their responses. I guess I was wrong, again.
They had frozen up completely, their eyes searching mine. They probably thought that I was making up some sort of sick joke. And to their dismay, I wasn't. After I had reaffirmed that this was indeed no laughing matter, Joey's face took on a color of red and he ran out the classroom.
And it was then that I remembered that he was waiting for me by the lockers.
Oh dear… A few minutes later, I had heard some yelling, cursing and banging. Afraid for both my friend and my boyfriend, I ran out as fast as I could, leaving a pale Yugi and still-seated Tristan in my wake.
Luckily, nothing serious had happened… yet. Or so I thought.
Joey was leaning against a locker, his forehead against the cold surface and his hands pushing against it for support. While he was standing a few centimeters away with his arms folded against his chest in defiance.
He gave me a look, the look to be precise and I nodded. Then he walked off without saying a word. Inside, I was glad that he didn't do anything more than that. It wouldn't have looked pretty if he had tried to fight back.
Moving towards my blonde friend, I went to his side and immediately noticed a bruise forming on his right cheek. Oh. So he did fight back after all.
When I think about it, he was probably the only one there for me this whole time. The night that Yugi wouldn't leave me alone, he had come over to see how my "confession" had gone. He had been the one to take me for a nice relaxing dinner back at his place, and he had been the one who erased my troubles with a single ministration. But I don't need to get into that now.
After I had somehow soothed the "savaged beast" namely Joey Wheeler, I had called him and talked to him for over four hours on the phone. The conversation was typical. First, there was my apologizing, then his endless complaints and bickers. One would have thought that he wasn't the type to do so, and actually I was the only one who'd had the privilege to witness this. Oh yes, and there was Mokuba as well. But I doubt he would let his younger brother hear half as much as I'd been allowed to.
Even though the past few days had been such tiring ones, I'm relieved that my friends know. All the secrecy was beginning to get to me, and I'm sure he noticed as well. After all, it was he who had given me the option of telling my friends.
He can be so unbelievably blunt when he wants to be. And other times, he prefers to be quiet; to watch as things fell into place. But that's him in the inside. Usually he's this power-hungry tyrant who has no time for anyone else but himself on the outside. Yes, that's what I used to think before I realized that there was indeed something wonderful under that cold exterior of a CEO.
I like looking on the better side of things. He just thinks that I'm too naïve. Hmm… But I think that he's the immature one. We're both hardheaded. That's one of the reasons why it would have been impossible for us to get together; neither one of us would back down especially to each other. But that's also a point that makes us the perfect match. At least, that's what I think.
He once said that one of the reasons why he was attracted to me was because I was the only one who could make him absolutely tick. I had looked at him, confused and amused at the same time. And then I answered that I thought the same. We really are a pair meant-to-be.
Before this whole confession thing started, we had been struggling with a hard relationship. We constantly met in secret and we would take the time to push back just to see each other. We, of course, couldn't go anywhere else together. The media was always on finding the latest news about him because he was young, filthy rich, good-looking, and still supposedly single. Oh, if only they knew.
Whenever he had late meetings, I would go to his house (since I conveniently had a key) and unsurprisingly, that was also how Mokuba had caught us. No, he didn't catch us on the phone or saw me unlocking the door, or anything like that. He caught us in a compromising position in fact. I laughed. Now, I wish he had caught us the "normal" way, the former.
Even in a relationship, that didn't mean we didn't hurt each other. Oh yes, there were times when we were still at each other's throats. We would fight, shout and try to break each other. We never succeeded though. Like I said, we're both stubborn; none of us would ever back down from a challenge.
I still ask myself how I ended up here, in this situation and with him of all people. But I still haven't come up with an answer.
I see him now, walking up the trail and he seems to be in a good mood. I'm not sure how I can tell but I know that he's happy. I'm glad. It's a rare treat to see him look so carefree. I decided that I rather liked this look better than any other, even more than the face he made when he was concentrated on-… I really don't need to get into that now.
He appears next to me and I notice his trench coat. It's the blue one today, I muse. And I decided that I liked this one the most. It brought out his eyes, deep (sometimes cold) and endless, and so easy for me to fall into. He doesn't know this of course, as those orbs focus on mine.
He leans in and he places his hand on my arm, wanting me to lean in as well. And I comply because I would simply love to feel his lips on mine in a searing duel for dominance. I have to admit, although he can look emotionless at times, his kisses were nothing like that. They are passionate and so full of life.
We draw back to catch our breath and I find myself blushing as he grins at me, because I know that grin is used on no one else but me.
My eyes land on the ends of his coat, spread across the grass as he leans in again to nuzzle against my neck. I suddenly find it very fascinating, and I wonder if he'd ever let me wear it for a change.
The clapping of thunder is heard on cue and we look at each other momentarily, before we start to get up and get ready to run. And while he's looking up at the sky in obvious irritation, I hide a smile.
I still don't know where this relationship will be going, but I'm fully prepared to stick around for as long as he'd like me to. I think of this as I watch him remove his trench coat and hand it to me. I guess the rain isn't so bad after all.
If you'd like to make a request for a oneshot, here are some things you might want to remember:
-Your request must have be pro-Tea/Anzu. I really don't fancy bashing very much.
-For this project, I have opted not to include any sort of yaoi or yuri hintings. Sorry guys, I won't be entertaining those requests here either.
-I am only doing oneshots for this project, so please no multi-chaps. You want those, either send me a PM or request through livejournal (see my profile).
-These shots will be in Tea's POV, whether you've specified or not.