A/N: This has already existed. But it was written in German and NOT finished so far. I've changed the style after translating it in English because, so I hope, it'll be easier to understand. Every chapter has parts of the past and the present and I think it'll look stupid if I wrote 'past' or 'present' above. So the past is in italics and the present is not.

This is not Seto x Kisara!

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KISARA

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Chapter One

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He had never seen something as beautiful as this before in his entire life. His insides tightened; just to look at her hurt and yet was not declinable. Everything inside of him was seeking for the semblance of her fragile body. He was wondering what her soul would look like. The cramps that this creature let him respond with were making him into a vulnerable man himself. But he had learnt to maintain his icy façade.

He sat down and gazed at her red color drowned face. He hadn't cleansed her und she would probably stain all the silky sheets, but it was like an inner victory to him. He let a low, dirty creature lie within the smooth luxury of the bed. Her clothes were torn and the red stains on her elbows were evidence of the wounds hidden underneath the fabric.

He had found her.

She was his treasure.

Seto had been visibly angry when his driver hit the breaks harshly. But only little time later he had seen the reason, and far beyond any doubt he found himself suddenly under the streaming drops of rain. He knelt down next to the girl. Her nearly white hair ran within the filthy water of the streets and despite the fact of all those ugly bruises her harmed face was looking like the one of an angel.

Never before had anything ever reminded Seto of an angel except the girl who lay there on the ground. Slowly he lifted her up and laid her cautiously inside the warmth of the car. He saw how she was breathing, and smiled before he ordered the driver to bring them back to the mansion. Of course the driver's expression had been one of surprise, but people working for Kaiba knew not to ask questions.

Now she was lying here, sleeping tightly and deeply, her small feet twitching time after time. He would keep her. He had made that decision long ago but now he was ready to form his resolution, even just inside of his mind. Something about her begged him to take her within his property.

Her eyelids fluttered and Seto was purely delighted in excitement. It was like when a child couldn't wait for Santa Claus. In Seto's world there had never been a Santa but he was thinking that it must feel like this. Two light-blue, shining eyes gazed at him, somewhat frightened. but he smiled. She was even more beautiful than the sleeping angel of before. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at her.

The girl didn't know who he was and what he wanted from her. Quick as lightning she pulled up her delicate legs and hugged her knees with her thin arms. Seto didn't know any better than to give her his usual, empty and emotionless look. But he smiled. She was so pretty, serene and frail like a doll of porcelain that threatened to break when letting her fall.

"Who are you?" The sound of her tender voice was like music to his ears.

"I am Seto. What is your name?" he replied calmly while his eyes kept fixed on her delicate figure.

"My name is Kisara. Where am I?" She was trembling a little and pulled the blanket nearer to her body.

"In my home. I've found you on the street. What happened to you?" Slowly he seemed to approach her.

But suddenly she shifted her gaze away from him, so that his heart ached. There was a pain he hadn't felt in a very long time. He knew she was scared. He took her small hand within his and caressed it gently. Just the warmth of his touch let her like the action.

"I know what it's like to be scared. But you don't have to be. Not here. Here with me you are safe. Nobody will harm you. I'll make sure of that," he spoke to her nearly in anger because he felt hatred against them; them who would hurt a child like that. But his hatred not only resulted from strangers; it turned up from the depths of his past, not at last from his childhood.

Her two bright eyes looked at him and even though tears were shed, Kisara seemed to smile at him. She crawled swiftly in Seto's arms and pressed herself within his embrace, safe from everything around her. Kaiba weighed her like a baby, but she obviously was not a baby anymore. He estimated she was about six but he wasn't sure. It had been much too long ago when his brother had been six years old. It was Seto who had taken care of him during that time. Now it was someone else.

"Kisara," Seto said as he gently lifted her head and looked into her eyes. "Sleep now. It is late. Tomorrow we will take care of you, my angel." He kissed her bright hair kindly.

Kisara gave him a smile before she climbed willingly back into bed and covered herself. "I'm scared you'll be gone when I wake up," she whispered and blinked hastily to remove the tears building in her eyes.

Seto took her hand. "I'll be here when you wake up. Promise," his lips spoke moving into a reassuring smile.

The girl squeezed his hand as tightly as she could before she closed her eyes. Without loosening the grip she had on his hand she fell asleep moments later, more blissful than she had ever been before. Seto also felt a strange bliss inside of him. He had never felt like this before, not even with Mokuba by his side.

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Seto woke up and his heart began to pound wildly. His fingers felt the place on his chest that hid his heart and the hole that she had left there. He stood up and brought his feet to touch the cold ground of the bedroom. Again one of those dreams in which he could almost hear her laughter again, just like it once had been. They had both been happy. Even Seto Kaiba.

What was he now?

Kaiba went out of the room and through the long hallway of his mansion to the room which he didn't want to enter anymore. He laid his hand on the door though and hoped that way he would be able to listen to the soft breathing of the beloved human behind. One look would destroy all this hope. But all his hand could feel was coldness. He closed his eyes for a moment and remembered the sleeping form within this huge bed.

Innocence was the word that came closest to her.

Regaining his senses Seto went further down the hallway and opened the door of another room. Inside there was one new hope and one love, too. How could it be that one person that small and young could give so much love? It reminded him of Mokuba. Formerly he also had loved, cherished and prized Seto like that. But that belonged now in the past.

Now Seto had gotten another chance that he wasn't certain he even deserved. His gaze slid across the mischievous face and the ash-blond head of the child. The kid had had its part in making them happy. He deserved Seto's love more than ever.

Kaiba paid attention to the noise of the small creature's breathing for a moment longer before he closed the door again and went downstairs in the kitchen. At night everything was so quiet in this house. But during the days everything was different than usual. Silent. And Seto hated it. What he considered as comfortable in earlier times, was now hardly to bear at all.

The dark-haired man had to gather his thoughts down to what he owned and to the promise he had made. He drank from the cool water he had poured inside a glass before he was back on his way upstairs. As he entered his room an odd warmth enclosed around his soul. He had found joy and also grief. How could two things be so close together?

Seto went to bed and laid himself next to the sleeping figure of a woman whose hand immediately reached out to his body and nestled against him. A low murmur left her mouth but wasn't understood. He covered her hand with his and held it tightly. He didn't intend to squeeze it as tightly as he did and still, he involuntarily did nevertheless. He was afraid to lose her.

"Seto?" a sleepy voice asked lowly.

"Everything's alright," he calmed her down with the sound of his voice, even though he was lying. "Go back to sleep."

Her small hand released itself from his grip and embraced his body as if she didn't want to let go ever again. Never had he thought to have something like this, to live once like this.

What did he want more than that?

There were goals to achieve but it were all these who he had never had before. Harmony. Peace. Bliss. Hope. Cheerfulness.

Not all of his goals were meant for him to achieve. Most of them were intended for the people around him but he too wanted this peace. The peace of soul. Not even one half of his life was over and he wished for nothing more than the peace of his soul.

What had she made out of him?

How had she been able to change him that much?

How could she leave him like this?

The questions inside of his head didn't become fewer. But he tried to force them away as well-deserved sleep finally claimed his body and his mind again.

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End of chapter one.

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