I am so going to hurt myself! I was watching Loony Tunes with my baby brother and got the idea that's coming up here! Sheesh! Phoenix! Stop thinking except for the stories you've already got! But here's the summary.
Kisara's been reborn around the same time as Seto. She's abandoned at six and grows up on the streets eating garbage until she's nine and taken in by a maid of Gozaboro's. Around the time she's taken in Seto and Mokuba are adopted by Gozaboro and meet Kisara. She and Seto disagree on almost everything but soon have to team up to stop a growing evil.
Home
By Sailor Phoenix1997
Trash cans rattled as a small girl of about nine with long, filthy hair, skin so covered with dirt she looked brown and blue eyes dim with hunger. The dress she wore was more like a potato sack instead of a piece of clothing. Her small hands dug around in the garbage until she found a half eaten apple. She was missing two teeth in the front of her mouth and one was loose on the bottom. She used her nails to cut out small, good pieces and stuff them into her mouth before depositing it into the garbage can again. She wrapped her arms around her bare arms as she started heading into the upper-class side of Domino. She curled herself up on the wall just outside of a large white mansion with a high golden gate.
"Stupid richies!" the girl said to herself as tears collected in her eyes. "With their stupid money and stupid servants! If it weren't for those stupid richies I'd still have Mommy and Daddy." The girl pulled her knees to her chin and started crying on her arms. "I want my Mommy and Daddy back!" She reached into her potato sack and pulled out a Duel Monsters card. "This is all I've got left now." The girl clutched it to her chest and kept crying.
A middle-aged woman with black hair and a silver streak down the side with kind brown eyes walked out of the golden gates. She wore a black dress with a crisp white apron and a stark-white cap. She had a black handbag in her hands and a pair of half-moon spectacles. She came to a stop when she heard the crying of a small girl. She slowly approached the child and pulled a handkerchief from her bag.
"Here dear." The girl graciously took the cloth and dabbed at her blue eyes. "What are you doing here this late at night? Where are your mother and father?" The girl pointed towards the sky as she wiped her eyes clean of dirt. "Oh. I'm sorry." The girl handed back the soiled handkerchief. "Do you have a place to go tonight?" the maid asked as she placed the cloth into her purse. The girl shook her head. The woman clicked her tongue. "That'll never do." She gently grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her up until she was standing next to the woman. The woman took out a cell phone and called her husband to pick her and the girl up and after hanging up she used her apron to wipe the dirt from the girl's face. It left red marks where the woman rubbed too hard but underneath all the dirt was beautiful pale white skin. "What's your name?" The woman asked as a black car pulled up towards them.
"Kisara." The car came to a stop and a window rolled down to reveal a man of similar age to the woman and that had a similar hair color.
"Rachel. Who's this little lady?" the man asked.
"This is Kisara. She'll be staying with us for a while Roland."
Kisara woke up in a soft feather bed with silken sheets and warm blankets. She was dressed in red pajamas with little black Scottie dogs and snowflakes all over the red cotton. She was also clean so her white skin looked like a new pearl and her white, seemingly blue, hair smelled like wild roses instead of garbage. She climbed out of the bed and slipped her pale toes into a pair of bunny slippers. After living with Roland for a month she'd gotten used to a life of fine things. She'd been enrolled in a private elementary school for girls, dance lessons in both hip-hop and ballet, violin and piano lessons and an etiquette class. She'd even learned a few martial arts techniques from Roland to be used only for self-defense and never to purposely hurt another.
Kisara walked down the steps to the kitchen where Rachel was making waffles.
"Care for some dear?" she asked holding out a plate stacked with a few waffles, some strips of bacon and a few scrambled eggs.
"Yes please and thank you." Kisara took her seat next to Roland who was hidden behind the newspaper. The kitchen's red walls matched Kisara' pajamas perfectly and the white windows made her look a tad darker in comparison. Kisara picked up her napkin and fork and began to eat after cutting her food like a young lady.
"How do you like them?"
"They're very good," Kisara said after swallowing. Roland quickly snatched a strip of bacon from her plate but instead of playfully getting mad Kisara just laughed.
"Roland dear. Can I speak to you in the hall please?" Roland put down the paper and followed his wife. Kisara busied herself with her food as the adults discussed something in the hall. She heard her name and the word "home" used multiple times. She began to eat slower until the two came back into the room. Rachel noticed how slowly Kisara was eating and ran her hand over Kisara's snowy locks. "What's the matter dear? You know you've got violin lessons today right?" Kisara nodded.
"What was that discussion about?" Kisara slapped a hand over her mouth. Rachel sat down next to Kisara.
"Well. Roland and I have no children of our own. And you've lived with us for some time now." Kisara's toes tightened in her slippers. "And we were wondering-"
"If you'd like to make this permanent before summer," Roland said as he took another strip of bacon from Kisara's plate. Kisara's eyes widened and she smiled and nodded. She threw arm petite arms around Rachel's neck and laughed out loud.
"Thank you! Both of you!" Rachel stroked Kisara's cheek.
"Now. This summer is when your lessons end for a short time. You'll have to come with one of us to work." Kisara looked from Roland to Rachel. She knew Roland was a security officer at Kaiba Corp, even though he could be Chief instead of just an officer, and that Rachel was a maid for Gozaboro Kaiba, who'd recently adopted two boys one of which was Kisara's age.
"May I go with you Rachel? I mean mother?" Kisara said smiling. Rachel nodded.
A/N: This is about Kisara getting adopted by a very familiar face so she's very close to Seto while he's growing up. She'll also be getting close to Mokuba but just wait. This book will involve a few more times during the Yu-Gi-Oh series where Kisara does her father's job for him. Mainly protecting Seto and Mokuba. Or even being the victim herself.