Blue Moon

"Brother, what colour is the moon?" asked Kinaki, as she sat on the wall of their home.

"I would assume it is whatever colour you believe it is," replied Shinto.

"Doesn't it have a basic colour?" asked Kinaki.

"Well, its basic colour is your basic colour given to it," replied Shinto again sitting down beside her.

"I think it's blue!" cried Kinaki.

"What?" asked Shinto this time.

"Blue! I believe the moon is blue," said Kinaki, "What do you think it is?"

"Ah, I see the moon as silver," replied Shinto, "And silver is the colour of your bed covers, so you'd better head off to bed."

Kinaki pouted then smiled, "Will you take me to the carnival in the morning?" she asked.

Shinto nodded, "Now, go get some sleep, mom and dad are already in bed, I just have some things to take care of."

Kinaki nodded, she would have never gone, if she knew, that was the last she would see of her brother.

Chapter 1

Kinaki looked outside of her window; her once short hair flowed down her shoulders up to her waist. She heard her parents call her from downstairs as she retreated down the steps passing her brother's empty room. It has been twelve years since here brother's death. She stopped a moment, and then continued down to the kitchen. Here parents smiled at her arrival, her soft grey eyes stared outside into the backyard where they spent their final time together.

"Mother, I believe I will walk to school today," said Kinaki picking up her suitcase bag. She walked out of they door and waved slightly to her parents as she retreated down the road.

She slowly walked along the sidewalk as she was pushed to the side, pain shot up her upper body as a man

Pulled the pocket knife from her waist. She cried out in pain as blood dripped from her wound. She had

pain, but found enough strength to run, she wasn't running very fast, but the man had skidded on some of

her blood allowing her to get away. Some how she knew, she knew it was the same person who had killed

her brother so many years ago. She turned the corner and ended up in an alley. Her hand was drenched in

red, here red blood. She shivered as she backed up to the wall, the man entered the alley as he saw her duck

in. She knew he was smiling with a sadistic triumph of kill her and her brother. She was ready to accept

death, she didn't care anymore. But an image of her parents flashed in her mind, she wouldn't be able to

live knowing their final child was brutally murdered as well.

She picked up a pipe with her slippery hands. She could see his flashing eyes with a burning desire to be drenched in her blood. She took the pipe and flung it at him with all her might, it hit him on his right cheek, leaving a slightly red line of blood. She took that chance to run, her wound seemed to be slowly her down, she turns around and her heart stopped as she came face to face with someone.

Yami had awoken just a little while before, he had to get to his job, his client, Marik, had pleaded guilty to insanity, they didn't charge him but he had to go to rehab. He looked around his home, everywhere but his room was clean. God he was a pig. Sitting up he heard his cell ring, "Yeah, that the hell is it?" asked Yami in a demanding tone.

"We have spotted the final line," replied the woman on the phone.

"Good work," said Yami, "You know what to do."

"Roger that, Ok Steve, you're up!" then it was followed by a click.

Yami laughed to himself, no one was going to mess with him, he had power that no one could stand up to. Putting on his black business suit he turned out the door.

"Isn't black the colour of death?" asked his past girlfriend, he remembered.

"Yeah," he replied, "It's what I bring."

Seto Kaiba walked to lonely streets of Domino City, he looked around the shops, his briefcase firmly held in his hand.

"Damn, I never realized how big the god damned city is," said Kaiba as he walked along the sidewalk on his way to Kaiba Corp.

He heard a blood coiling scream as he heard footsteps retreating down the road. He slowly began to pick up his pace and saw a girl duck into the alley with a man behind her, he began to run at that point. One thing that ticked him off more than bad business was punks who messed with schoolgirls. He was about to enter the alley when he saw the girl bewilderedly dart out and slam into him. He never realized how damn head schoolgirls were, especially with their school bags.