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Okay, it has been forever since I have published a fanfic. I'm trying something new, non-Twilight related. So here it goes.

Seto Kaiba, in another life, had his heart warmed by a mystical girl with a mystical past. Now he's a guarded Fortune 500 CEO with an inexistent love life. That is, until a liaison from Industrial Illusions sparks memories that he'd brushed off as mindless hallucinations.


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It was the night that he became orphaned that a young Seto Kaiba had the most vivid dream of his life.

In his dream, Seto was slightly older – stronger – as his calves squeezed around the belly of his dark grey stallion. The horse galloped through the dirt, kicking up dust around them. Seto, awoken by the blood-curdling screams coming from a group passing his village, set out to chase the screams of a girl. A girl who was in trouble.

He searched the dim lit sky, which seemed to be the only directional clue he had – a thick pillar of smoke was his marker towards which he galloped.

Another scream pierced through the desert, so Seto pressed his heel into the horse's side to push him forward. In the distance, he saw a cluster of makeshift tents circling the smoking pillar. Dirty brown horses were hooked to what seemed to be a wagon; they were restless and raucous, nosily blowing air through their nostrils.

As Seto drew closer, he realized that the wagon was actually an iron cage, which was loosely fastened by a thick length of rope. He reached his hand to the belt around his waist, which held his hunting knife. Seto was sure that, if he emerged into the camp unseen, he could quietly cut the rope and usher the imprisoned girl away.

"Tread lightly, boy, we must be quiet," he whispered into the ear of his horse, petting its mane

Seto circled the camp before he approached, so that the scoundrels could not see him coming. As the sun began to set farther behind the barren mountains, Seto was able to blend into the darkness. He was a few yards from the camp when he saw something white moving within the cage.

Seto's veins coursed with bewilderment as he laid his eyes on the magnificent creature that was held captive by the cast-iron bars. Her long platinum white hair hung to her waist – and even in the darkness, her bright blue eyes astounded him. Never had he seen a girl with such fair features. Only once before had he seen a human with blue eyes. But her white hair was unbelievably unnatural – and also the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

She spotted him, her azure eyes gazing at him. He held a solemn finger to his lips, communicating to her that she mustn't make a sound. There was no one outside the tents – it was time to release the mystical being that was a captive to the barbarians.

He flung himself from the horse, his feet hitting the ground with a quiet pat. The soil crunched beneath his feet, but not loud enough to alert anyone. His only concern was the unruly horses, which had already begun to rear the hooves at the sight of Seto's horse.

Seto was at the cage in an instant, pulling his knife from his belt and quickly beginning to let its teeth gnaw at the rope.

"What is your name?" the girl asked in a whisper, her fingers wrapping around the iron bars.

"Seto," he replied, gritting his teeth, as the rope was almost completely sawed away.

"I am Kisara." Her voice was full of knowledge, full of wisdom. Seto glanced up at her as he pulled away the rope. She was his age, yet filled with so much anguish and insight. Her eyes glittered in the night, captivating him.

"Kisara…" Seto muttered, swinging the door of the cage open. He held open his arms, and she fell into them. She was too weak to walk, he realized, as her bony fingers wrapped around his hands weakly.

"I cannot run," she whispered to Seto's, leaning so close to him that her lips brushed against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"I know," Seto replied. "You can take my horse – but first, we must go. Now."

He took her limp body and gently sat her atop his horse. Her hair hung over her face, hiding her eyes. Seto flung his leg over the horse's back, and as soon as he was steady, Kisara immediately clung to Seto.

Just as he was turning his horse around, Seto heard the rampant yelling and clattering; signaling that the camp had realized their prisoner had escaped. Seto took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

"Go!" he yelled right into his horse's ear, stabbing his heel into its ribcage. It took off at an incomprehensible speed, the steady rhythm hooves smacking the desert floor was in sync with the beating of Seto's heart.

He suddenly felt Kisara's fingers clench around his neck. Her chest was flush against his back, her face buried in the fabric of Seto's ragged shirt.

"Do not be afraid," he told her, ignoring the pain he felt as her fingernails dug at his skin.

"Thank you, Seto." Her grip loosened, but she still held on to Seto, keeping her steady as the horse galloped through the night.

He saw his village ahead – and his heart froze when he saw flames engulfing it. His vision became blurry with tears, his skin hot with anger.

"No!" he yelled, sobs racking through his body. He stopped the horse, diving off the side, and looked up at the beautiful girl on its back.

"Seto," she pled, unsure and terrified, stretching for his hand. Seto reached up and calmly brushed the tips of his fingers against hers. Her pale skin was cold and soft, while he felt dead inside. He shut his eyes, and shook his head.

"Go far from here – until you find water. Cut your hair, do something so they won't ever find you," he growled, his voice tinted with false bravery. Kisara's lips turned down in a frown, concern flooding her eyes.

"I will never forget you." She gripped the mane of the horse, and closed her eyes shut. Seto slapped the horse with all his might, and it launched itself in the opposite direction – away from his village and the camp where she had been held.

"I won't ever forget you either," Seto whispered, closing his eyes once the horse was out of his vision.

The next thing he knew, Seto was on his knees, screaming into a towering wall of flames. His home – his mother – had been consumed by the fiery of the slave traders that he'd rescued Kisara from. His insatiable anger had begun to consume every fiber of his being. He pounded his fists into the ground, deep into the dirt and ash. Seto then began the search for the villains who had destroyed his life.

He heard laughing. Then he was screaming again. His fists were suddenly bloody. Cries erupted in his throat, but staggered through his lips. Then a bright lightning – white and as bright as the midday sun – struck the criminals. They were incinerated by the magical white light, causing Seto to stagger backwards in fear. With tear filled eyes, Seto gazed into the night sky.

All he saw was the blurry image of a white dragon with the most familiar eyes.

When Seto Kaiba awoke, he was covered in sweat, and tears still continued to stroll down his face like a waterfall. He used the edge of his sheet to wipe them dry, but struggled to stifle the sobs that he couldn't help but let out. The dream was so real – so vividly real. He could still feel the heat that came from the deathly flames; he could still hear the evil laughter of those men. Most of all, he swore that he could still feel the fingernails of a girl digging into his neck.

A hesitant knocking on the door, luckily, interrupted Seto's train of thought.

"Mokuba?" he called out quietly, squinting in the darkness to make out the door leading to his room. It squeaked as it opened, and a small face peaked through the crack.

"Are you okay, Seto?" His high-pitched voice sounded even more childish as a whisper. And that was quite all right, considering his little brother was only five.

"I'm fine," Seto lied, closing his eyes.

"You were yelling, big brother. You were crying." To Seto's displeasure, Mokuba always saw through his pretenses. His little brother approached the edge of his bed, and smiled. "You're the strongest person I know, Seto. But whenever I have a bad dream, you always hold me until I fall back to sleep."

Seto closed his eyes in shame. "But I'm the big brother, Moki."

He chuckled softly, putting a hand on Seto's forehead. "Big, little…what's the difference?"

Seto knew the matter was out of his hands, so he pushed back his blankets in defeat. His little brother climbed in with him, snuggling in the crook of Seto's neck. Even though this was for his benefit, Seto tucked quilt around Mokuba. He buried his face in his brother's unruly black hair, and closed his eyes. The only thing he saw was a pair of fierce, blue eyes.

Seto awoke to the sound of a loud knocking on the door. Relieved, for he had been given a dreamless sleep, he rubbed his eyes. He assumed either his mother or father would get the door, but the knocking continued for several minutes.

Mokuba began to stir, so Seto climbed out of bed quietly to see what the commotion was all about. Through the stained glass of the front door, he could see flashing red and blue lights. Was someone in trouble? He shook the thought from his mind, reminding himself that his parents were do-gooders, not troublemakers. And of course, neither he nor Mokuba had done anything illegal.

He turned the deadbolt, and then cracked open the door to look outside. A large man with dark grey eyes and no expression stared down at him through the crack. He held up a badge, which to Seto, seemed official enough. He welcomed the officer inside – but his presence in the foyer only lasted a moment.

"I am Officer Klienman. Please go get your brother – you need to come with me. There has been an accident."

Seto's eyes filled with watery tears; his heart told him what his brain did not know. It raced with fear and despair.

"No…" Seto whispered, swallowing hard. "I—I didn't know—I thought they came home from their dinner late…what will I tell him?" Him being Mokuba. It was just last night that he had to comfort Seto due to is overly imaginative mind. Who was going to comfort them both? "They… they can't be dead! They can't lave us!"

Seto's knees were weak, and he shook his head. He ran back to his bedroom, and locked the door, biting his lips shut so that he did not start sobbing and wake up his slumbering little brother. He sniffled, and wiped his nose with the sleeve of his nightshirt.

Mokuba yawned, and Seto knew he was awake.

"Another bad dream, big brother?" Seto's heart filled with anguish as he walked over to his little one. He kneeled next to Mokuba, forcing a smile.

"No. No more bad dreams," he whispered, hoping a soft tone would not give away the pain that moved inside him. "Please go back to sleep, Moki." He brushed a few strands of black hair from his brother's face.

"Hmm?" Mokuba mumbled reaching up to wipe his eyes. Seto stopped him, forcing his hand back under the blankets.

"Just… just go to sleep. Have sweet dreams. Moki." Mokuba smiled before closing his eyes, and falling back into his dream world.

You will need all the good dreams you can get, Seto thought, burying his face in his hands as he tried to imagine the dragon from his dream. Its bright lightening breath was the only thing he wished to see – for it illuminated the darkness of his awful dream world. Maybe it could set aflame his life, before the darkness consumed it as well.


I can only hope that in my Twilight fanbase that I also have some Yu-Gi-Oh fans... If not, I hope that you are captivated by the mystical love that everyone loves. 3

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