Chapter Eleven - Making Things Right

                                    

                                          
Chapter Eleven – Making Things Right
                          
Two days later she’d gotten a text from Téa, pleading for a chance to apologise.
                          
She asked if they could meet at the Motou’s and then walk to a nearby café for lunch. Victoria had it in her right mind to decline the offer, but Yami took the phone and replied for her – much to Victoria’s deep chagrin as she couldn’t refuse now.
                          
“I hate you.” She muttered as she walked up the stairs to put on a pair of jeans to replace her daggy pyjama pants and threw a light grey jacket on over her plain brown t-shirt. She tugged on a pair of clean socks before she wandered back down the stairs and sat on the nearest lounge, crossing her arms and her legs.
                          
Yami chuckled warmly at her antics as he worked on a new duelling strategy at the coffee table. “It’ll be good for you. And you said yourself that you trust Téa with your life.”
                          
“Yeah…” Victoria agreed unwillingly with a pout.
                          
She didn’t have to sit there long, feeling the unbridled happiness Yami had over causing her such contempt for her situation. There was a knock on the door and she stood up, flicking Yami in the side of the head as she passed him. “I’ll be home in an hour or two.” She informed him, walking out to the entrance hall.
                          
“Have fun.” Yami farewelled with a soft laugh.
                          
“Oh shut it.” She muttered, slipping her boots on and opening the front door.
                          
Téa looked up from scuffing her heels on the concrete. “Tori.”
                          
An awkward silence followed the statement and Victoria didn’t know how she was supposed to break it. Thankfully, Téa took the lead.
                          
“Come on. I have a lot of explaining to do.” Téa said, taking Victoria’s elbow and leading her out of the door. “I know the best place to eat, trust me.”
                          
“I thought I could trust you…” Victoria whispered.
                          
Téa halted, her grip hesitating on Victoria’s elbow. “You still can, Tori… Will you please let me explain?”
                          
“Start now, if you don’t mind.” Victoria replied, falling into step beside Téa as they continued their advance towards the café.
                          
“Hah, where do I begin?” Téa asked. “I’ve been working as Kaiba’s secretary for a few months now and I don’t know… I thought it would be rather difficult at first because he never had much of a tolerance for my presence when I was around Yugi and Yami. But to my surprise he was completely different. He treated me like any other employee – if anything he treated me almost better than them.” She explained. “And as I got more shifts because of his other secretary dropping her shifts we… I don’t know…we just got closer I guess…” She said, trailing off a little.
                          
At that point they reached the café. It was small and rather empty so Victoria knew that she wouldn’t have to endure the torture for too long – the food would be cooked twice as fast without other orders being placed before theirs. They were taken to a seat for two and Téa continued as they looked over their menus.
                          
“Kaiba didn’t really talk to me a lot. I’m sure you’ve noticed that unless it’s in his best interest he’s a man of little words. But when he did speak I couldn’t help but notice that he is truly a sophisticated man.” Téa complimented, causing Victoria to smile a little. She had noticed. “And intelligent beyond belief. I couldn’t believe the things he came up with when he just sat in his office and made me type anything he said allowed.” She sighed. “Tori, he never said a thing about you and not even Mokuba – though I can understand that.”