I DO NOT OWN YUGI-OH OR ANY OF ITS RELATIONS. If I did...there'd be more sparkly monsters. Not ashamed to say it.

MATURE LANGUAGE AND ACTIVITY, FULL STEAM AHEAD! If you do not wish to read this, or anything like that, turn back now!
Another fun thing, I was cleaning out some extremely old flash drives, from middle school. It's always middle school isn't it? Well I tweaked it, made it less puberty infused teenage girl crap, and I will ask you to critique, critique, critique!

"Hey there, fucktards."
Kisara's head rolled around, white hairs clinging to her face, her vision darting here and there as she fought against the drug. Ugh, the drug. Kisara and her three brothers had been walking, looking for a safe resting place that night, when she was yanked from behind. She remembered a scratchy cloth being shoved in her mouth, plugging up her nostrils too. She felt a searing, sharp pain on her left arm and felt a painful pressure. They drugged her. She remembered a cold breeze, a woman's voice, a man's voice and trying so hard to fight the sleep. Kisara couldn't sleep, she promised herself to forever remain awake.

"Get that brat! Kill him, kill them all!"
Kisara saw a flash of white dart in her blurred vision. She felt like she was watching a movie. She raised her arms, and felt pressure on her face. Eventually she realized she'd hit herself with her numb arms. Happy to still have motor control, she willed herself to make her fingers likes claws, and began to slash randomly all over the place. Even if she couldn't see, she could be a random whirlwind of danger. She felt pressure on her finger tips every now and then, she giggled, knowing she was at least doing some damage.

"Let my sister go!"

"Fuck. This even worth it?"

"The demand for exotic women is sky high! With a body like that, and the white hair? We can't let this pass!"

"What do we do!? This kid's actually getting us!"

"We kill him, get the girl on the boat, and be done with it! What else you wimp?"
Kisara heard odd boom sounds as she continued to make her arms numb weapons. Her breathing hitched. Guns? She was more desperate now. They were shooting at her older brother! She had to get out, get away, get the drug out of her. Kisara's hand make impact again, and she felt something warm, something wet.

"Fuck! Fuck! Shit!"

"What're you crying about Tony?"

"My Eye! My fuckin eye! Fuck!"

"Ah geez James. That girl just popped his eyeball!"

"Fuck. She ain't worth it anymore. We fresh outta those narcotics, and she seems to be too strong for it to take any effect. Kick her over, ditch the kid, kill the kid. Let's just get outta here!"

"No! No! Kisara!"
Kisara felt herself fall, it was odd to feel it so numb. She felt a weird cold rush over her, she heard a splash. Alarmed she went to take in air, but met a force. It rushed into her nose and down her mouth. She only began to panic even more, and in defeat, the terrified girl closed her sapphire blue eyes.

"Kent! Kent!"
Kisara stumbled over some rocks, running wildly in the direction of the gun shots as she called for her brother. She was a great runner, fast and had a strong endurance. She grimaced as the sole of her flats wore out and tore off, her bare foot making contact with the pavement. Good thing she didn't have delicate feet that would tear with ease, but it didn't mean rocks in her arch didn't hurt. The gunshots became louder as Kisara powered on. She jumped on the closest trash can, and pulled her way up to the fire escape of a building. She climbed onto the roof tops and began leaping like a deer, running through the skies. This was one of the many skills street rats needed, being able to run anywhere. Kisara stopped when the guns were the loudest they'd ever been, glancing over the edge of a roof to make sure she was in the right spot. She saw the men, the men with guns in black suits. She spotted her brother, surrounded by said men. Her heart sped up, the government or gang members? Kisara watched her brother hurl chunks of cement at the men shooting at him. She took notice of the red stains growing on his shirt. Kisara grew angry, and found her own bricks and cement to hurl. She grabbed a hefty block of brick and raised it above her head with her left arm and...wait. She lowered her arm, bringing the brick down to eye level.
That's not right. That's not right at all. A few minutes ago it was so in pain. It should still be...damn. No.
Kisara dropped the brick and scrambled away from the edge of the roof. She covered her eyes and shut her eyes. Kisara was in a dream. She was...asleep! She rocked herself, screaming to drown out any noise but she could still hear it perfectly.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
Kisara flung her eyes open, determined to wake-up, and charged to the roof's edge. She hurled herself over it and at the men shooting Kent. Maybe if they killed her, maybe if she woke up from falling, maybe no one would die this time. She met the ground with a thud, but none of them men noticed her. She also, clearly, did not wake up. Kisara screamed in frustration and got up, clawing at the face of the closest man. Why didn't that wake her up!? Why didn't they notice her! She screamed even more as her hands went through the man. She didn't want to look at Kent, she didn't want to see what would happen. But she did, Kisara looked and watched as her brother ran out of cement as weapons. She watched as he ran from the cover of the rubble, ducking under gun fire, and watched as the bullets bounced wildly around. She noticed one go flying at a lose screw, a screw holding the rusty sign of the long abandoned building from which she had jumped. She saw the screw pop out, and another, and another. The sign fell, right as Kent ran under it. She watched, the sign, go right through Kent. It cleaved him in two. The left side of him fell back while the right fell forward. It was clear, Kent was dead.

"Kisara? Kisara?"

"She's dead!"

"She's not dead Kevin! Just, tired."

"Kisara never sleeps! She's dead! Dead!"

"Stop, calm down!"
Kisara's head was killing her, and that yelling? It didn't help. She opened her eyes and was met with a blinding light. In pain, she quickly closed them. Her lungs burned, her left arm was pounding, her fingers were throbbing, she felt awful. If she didn't suddenly have the urge to vomit, she'd probably think she were dead. Kisara gave into her urge, throwing herself forward and heaved.

"There, there. See? She's fine."

"Why's she in a bathing suit?"

"Shh. She's fine, just fine. Kisara? Hunny?"
She felt that familiar soothing hand on her back. Collecting herself, she cracked her eyes back open. She smiled to her eldest brother, Kent. Her 19 year old brother smiled back, but didn't look at her. Kisara turned her head to their two little brothers, Kevin and Kenny. Kevin was only 8 and Kenny was only 6. She rubbed their heads, with her left arm. It hurt like hell. Good, she was awake.

"I'm awake." She croaked.

"Kisara! Where'd you go!? Kent said some bad man took you and he had to go take you back! Is it true? I think you just saw a puppy andwent to chase it!" Kenny piped.

Kisara shook her head, "they were bad people. Very, very mean. They uh...", Kisara glanced down at the attire they put her in.
She shuddered. A red, strapless bikini top with a multitude of dangling, strings of rhinestone. A matching red, well it felt like a thong so it probably was, bottom that had a skirt of dangling rhinestones. She felt her plae face turn beet red, what an outfit. This didn't suit her, it was...like stripper wear!

"They made her play dress-up when she didn't want to. So I had to tell them they can't make people play with them if they don't want to, and that people are not dress-up dolls."
Kisara smiled to Kent, mentally thanking him for the explanation. The 16 year old girl turned to her baby brothers, shooing them away to speak with Kent alone. The boys scampered away from their elder siblings and took interest in some pebbles.

"Kent..." She started but her brother, the arrogant brother, began to intterupt.

"Man. That was scary! I forgot Tilton City had its share of human trafficking people. You're ok, though, that's all that matters. Those guns were scary too! I thought I was surely going to die. And when they knocked you over into the ocean, man oh man did my heart explode!"

"I had a dream." She stared, annoyed her brother was all ready to move on after such an ordeal.

"Kisara...we all dream. It's ok, they're just dreams and whatever happens is just a-"

"No Kent! Stop! I'm so fucking sick of you dismissing my concerns! This is real to me! And I can't have you going against me right now! Because, because..." She was angry, and scared.

Kisara wanted so desperately to leave the city. She hated Tilton. They were only supposed to be passing by in their journey to find a better home, how'd they end up staying for more than a few weeks? How had she already been living here for 7 months? She didn't feel safe at all, she just wanted to run away.

"I'm sick of you playing that special person card! So you had a dream about mom and dad dying 4 years ago! So what!? Kisara I dreamt I was the Dictator of Hawaii! Do you thinkt hat's going to happen!? Your dreams are just that. You do not make things happen. You're not magical or all knowing! You're just Kisara. You're not special!"

Kisara's mouth fell open in despair. The brother that had dropped out of school at 15, the brother that got 3 jobs, to support his little siblings. He just called her, nothing special. Kisara glanced at the ground, then back to her brother. The only thing she felt was her arm throbbing. She remembered, she took a nap and had a dream 4 years ago. Her dream of playing on train tracks. She saw her parents walking towards her, they had candy and a stuffed butterfly plushie. She smiled and ran towards them. But a train hit them from out of nowhere in that dream, and took them from her. She remembered how 3 hours later, after her nap, the police were at the door. She remembered her big brother crying, she remembered him telling her, their parents were killed by a train that got off of the tracks. They lost their parents, the house, everything. Kisara blamed herself, if she hadn't dreamed that, would they have come home?

"But Kent," she whispered, "it was...about your death."

"Kisara. Shut the fuck up and stop being so foolish. I'm tired. I'm tired of everything. If I die, good. Maybe then you'll learn togrow up and stop being such a baby. Magic and dreams. You're pathetic. I'm sick of it, of you. You're so useless anymore."

"Kent!" She began, alarmed that this person was her same brother.

"What did I say? I risked my life to get you. I risk my life everyday here to make sure you guys can at least have milk and bread! You got me fired at! you made me jump in freezing cold ocean water! Sharks, guns, possible drowning? You don't care! How selfish can you be! You make me come closer to death everyday, the least you can do it say thank you and shut up."

Kent huffed at her, his blue eyes glaring into her own. He spat in her direction while pushing his spiky white hair back, missing her, and turned on his heels. Kisara cried as her brother walked away. Is that, is that really what he thought of her? All this time? All those years? He protected her, defended her, took care of her. Yet, with a few simple words, he hated her? He, in reality, hated her all this time!? Did he blame her for their parents? Kisara stared at the ground and shivered as a breeze passed by. Then, what did he think of the boys? The boys. They were young, innocent. Kisara slapped herself.

No! I'm stupid. Of course, I was blinded! Kent wants us to take care of ourselves. He only does it because he feels we have to. How could I forget!? He wanted to take what innocence the boys had. Santa, the easter bunny, the tooth fairy? They don't need to know about our lives yet, how awful of a situation we're in. They're kids, they deserve to be! He just wants us to hurry up and leave him alone.

Kisara glanced over at Kent who was bending over Kevin and Kenny, watching them play with the stones on the ground.

"Why didn't you get another job? Why didn't you apply for government assistance? Why don't you do more to help us? How come you didn't keep us in school? Why, do you feel we're such a burden?" Kisara whispered to herself.

She picked at the rhinestones dangling from her bottom on her legs, her bare toes scraping in the dirt. She lowered her head creating a curtain of white with her hair. She peeked out of it at her brothers again, they all had this white hair. She felt her heart jump. She was 16 now, right? She'd get her own job. She didn't have important documents though, she has no form of identification. Kent was the only one old enough to know all of his own records. Yet...

"I'll do it. She huffed. I will get a job, I will get out of here. I'll take the boys, we set you free Kent." She whispered again.

The moon was high in the sky as the teenage girl and her little brother moved along in the dark, their white hair reflecting the moonlight.

"But Kisara! What about Kent?" Kevin whined.

"He's too tired, he'll catch up with us...one day." Kisara smiled.
She huffed as she adjusted Kenny's weight on her shoulders, grimacing as her sleeping brother's drool rolled down her back. She sighed, with no way of getting clothes, she was still in this outfit. The three siblings trudged on through the night. Kisara was determined to get out of Tilton City. There crime was too high, it wasn't safe at night, and if you weren't in a gang you'd be a part of some corrupted business. This was no place for little children, or women. Kisara wondered why Kent kept them there for so long. They were walking from their beach community to a city to find a better life, she knew that, but why that one? Were all the cities like that? She decided, if Kent didn't want them, then they wouldn't stay. She woke up Kevin and picked up Kenny, silently leaving as Kent slept away in that damp alley amongst the trash.

"But won't Kent be sad?"

"No. Kent will be following us. Don't worry."

"Where are we going?"

"Keep your voice down Kevin, and we're going to a place that's cleaner. That city's too dirty."

"Yea, one time I saw a rat!" The boy gasped, his blue eyes sparkling.

"Shh, it has too many animals too." She smiled to her questioning brother.
They walked on, in silence for awhile. She inhaled deeply as she spotted the "Now Leaving Tilton City! We hope you come again soon!" in illuminated by the moonlight in the distance. She took note of the graffiti, gang signs, sprawled all over the sign. They were almost out of the city. But where to go?

"Kisara? I have to pee." Kevin whined, as he began the potty dance.

"Alright. Uhm...there's a spot over there." Kisara nodded with her head to a pile of trash bags, she hoped he'd be out of sight from anyone passing by.
She stood by, watching every passing vehicle, sticking close in a shadow to prevent someone from thinking she was a hooker. With that outfit, she was sure they'd flock to her. As soon as Kevin was finished, Kisara resumed her brisk walk. They were going to be free very soon.

"Hey, punk. Get your ass up."

Kent rolled over, coming out of sleep, and glared at the owner of the gruff voice.

"The fuck are you doing here? My sister and brothers may see you." He whispered.

"Well, I don't see them."

Kevin pushed his spike white hair black, his blue eyes squinting in the dark. There wasn't a sign of anyone. There weren't those familiar heads of white, Kisara wasn't walking around to stay awake, no one. Kevin spun his head all around, they were gone!

"What did you do!?" He bellowed.

Kent wasn't a large boy, but he wasn't small. He had decently sized biceps, and thighs of steel. His short, spiky, white hair made him look fierce and being six foot two helped a lot too. He sized the man up. Short, dumpy looking and had a handle-bar mustache, Kent could take him.

"I didn't touch them sleeping beauty. Shame though, that one boy looked like he could grow up just like his big sister, you know?"

Kent's anger surged through him, he wanted to deck that guy real bad now.

"So, why'd you attack my men? When we were trying to pull pretty bitch to the boat?"

Kent froze, his anger quickly faded and turned into fear. He'd forgotten, his deal.

"I heard she blinded Tony in the uh, the right eye. I'm a nice guy. I told Tony I'd do him a favor, get even for his eye."

Kent leaned back as the man with the gruff voice flicked his switch knife open in front of him. All of the fight Kent had, was suddenly gone and completely replaced with terror.

"They didn't pay me! They weren't gonna pay me man! When I sold my sister to you, I meant the money had to be up front! They were just going to steal!"

"Of course! You're selling your own sister! Why should we trust such a scum bag like you? Hell, even I have my morals. I'd never sell my family like you. Can't trust you, can't pay you."

"You don't get it. I had to. I can't live like this anymore. The boys, boys are worth something. Girls are useless. Kisara was the most expensive one what with bras and period crap. She could always have a baby too, another mouth to feed. Had to get rid of our weak link, understand though, it wasn't easy. The slave trade. It was my only way out."

Kent sigh and shoved his hand through his hair, watching a few whites strands fall out. He felt a pang in his chest, it was like he was being torn a part. As if someone had suddenly picked him up, and ripped him right down the middle.

"Nah, I don't understand. Love my sister, love my mother, hate scum like you. You hurt my men, went back on your word about selling her, and it looks like they know when you treat family like shit. Say good-night boy."

Kent ducked as the knife slashed over his head. He rolled over again, crawling past the man and ran. Running to the road, Kent wasn't too surprised to see four black cars turn their headlights on him. Shielding his eyes from the beams, Kent took off again. Running into another alley, he was desperately trying to escape the men who had jumped out of their cars. They were pursuing him on foot now. The gun shots started and bullets began to whirl by his head. Ducking randomly in hopes of not being shot, Kent carried on. He eventually was hit in the arm, in the shoulder and the calf. The pain went ripping through him. He almost wanted to give up, crumple to the ground and let them finish him. Weaving and ducking, he ran like mad. The men were in hot pursuit, shooting the whole time. Kent heard the bullets ricocheting from what seemed like every direction. Some of the bullets even bounced back and hit their own men. In the alley, with its turns and corners, it seemed like it was a rain of bullets. The men continued shooting, even if it meant their bullets would hit them. They only stopped in shock and confusion when their prey was split in two.
A rusted sign was knocked down thanks to their bullets, and it sliced right through Kent as it fell. It was stuck in the ground now, standing straight up. It was right where Kent was. They stared as the left half of the body fell forward, while the right side was stuck, suctioned almost, to the sign. One man threw up, sure he had killed, but he'd never seen another person actually be sliced, ripped in half. White hairs were floating to the ground, dancing in what moonlight there was. The men turned and left. Someone would clean that up, but it wouldn't be them. As soon as the last man was out of sight from the scene, the right half of Kent's body popped off of the sign and fell with a thud.

"Kisara! That sign said thank you, come again!" Kevin smiled.

Kisara smiled too. She and Kent had been helping the boys get their education. They didn't have the time or materials needed to teach them properly, but she was happy Kevin had come along far enough to read that sign. She felt a warmth surge in her chest, it was a strong warmth. It almost felt like...power. Alarmed Kisara turned quickly to look behind her. Kenny slid a little on her back with her sudden movement and she shifted him back into a comfortable position. She stared behind her, at the city. For a minute, she wondered if Kent was dead. That feeling she felt just now, it was if he was there. Kisara's tears came flooding down. If her brother was dead, it was her fault. He may have hated her, but Kisara only ever loved her brothers. She never even got to apologize for having angered him.

"Kisara? What's the matter?" Kenny grumbled, he must have woken up.

"Nothing, just, going to feel a little home-sick." She sighed, swallowing what tears she could.

"It's ok big sis! That sign said come again, so we can!" Kevin cheered.

Kisara shook her head, flinging off the left over tears. Her brother was so cute, so happy. Kisara felt reassured she was doing the right thing. She lingered for a moment, staring back at the city they'd been calling home for awhile now. When she decided to leave, she knew it meant they'd more than likely never see Kent again. But it still hurt, it hurt so much to think that their small family was continuing to shrink.
Kenny sighed, asleep again. Kisara turned, reluctantly, and began to walk once more. She sort of wanted to run back and get Kent, to make him be that brother she knew. To be the ideal big brother. She looked down at Kevin, and felt Kenny. She knew to do that would be selfish and unfair of her, so off they went.

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Busy schedule, so this is really not on my priorities of things to do but I still enjoy is very much :D (Writing I mean).

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