Phoenix: Hello readers. My name is Sailor Phoenix1997 and I LIVE! After months of silence I'm finally writing again. School stifles creativity. Please review.

Prequel

By Sailor Phoenix1997

The white walls of the hospital and occasional green or blue doctor's scrubs were starting to become a bore. Howard Stark sighed for what must've been the hundredth time and ran his hand over the white-pale hair of the small girl dozing off on his leg. She couldn't have been any older than three or four years old. Her skin was the same white color of milk or snow, as was her hip-length hair and her eyes were a deep, bright blue. She was dressed in a little dark blue sailor dress with a white cape tied onto her neck. A small gold chain hung from her neck, holding a small silver ring with a heart-shaped ruby with a tiny diamond on either side.

"Tony's late," she said quietly as she fiddled with the ring. Howard Stark pushed some of his dark brown-near-black hair out of his face and rubbed his growing-in moustache as he patted the girl on the head.

"I know honey. But your cousin's coming soon."

"How soon?"

"Well, sweetheart, he doesn't know the exact time so of course he's going to be a little late. So as his cousin, I'm going to be counting on you to teach him a thing or two." The little girl looked up at her uncle, eyes shining.

"I teach Tony not to be late!" Howard Stark nodded as the door closest to them and a nurse walked out with a crying blue bundle.

"Mr. Stark?" Howard stood from his seat and the girl hopped off to follow. The nurse gently handed over the bundle to Howard. The man looked somewhat expectantly at the nurse, who shook her head and shut the door.

Howard pressed his lips into a thin line before the girl started pulling on his pant leg. Slowly, he got down to her level and pulled the blanket away to reveal the blue-eyed infant inside who had a small amount of dark hair on the top of his head.

"Hi Tony. I'm Kisara. I teach you not to be late!" Howard smiled and kissed his niece and newborn son before pulling them both into a hug.

16 years later.

The setting sun sent the room of one Joseph Wheeler into a scarlet masterpiece. Said blonde-haired boy blew his bangs out of his face, only to have them fall back again.

"What's going through your head Joey?" asked his brunette, brown-eyed best friend, Tristan Taylor.

"Just excited, I guess," Joey replied as he set another sealed box onto a dolly and looked around his room again. Beside his bed and desk, most of everything was packed up in the dozen or so boxes that now cluttered his floor. "Ya know, there mighta been a few times I just wanted it all ta end, but I'm gonna miss dis old place."

"City as well?" Tristan asked. Joey nodded.

"Some parts, yea. Others, not so much. But it'll all be worth it to be away from Dad, with Ma and Serenity-"

"And don't forget that I'm moving with you man," Tristan said with a grin. "I'm your right-hand, dude. There's no way I'm letting you go off on your own to New York. Besides, Téa wants us to take pics for her and knowing you, you'd just forget." Joey snarled playfully before grabbing the handles of the dolly and headed for the door of the room.

"Jus' don' you forget dat dis is my family and I'll protect 'em from anythin' and anyone, dat includes you!"

"Ha ha ha," Tristan said. "Look, it's either you or Devlin and I think I'd rather be with someone who's got half a brain that's one hundred percent dedicated to the people he cares for than someone who has a whole brain that's only concerned with himself."

"I smell jealousy," Joey stated in a somewhat sing-song voice.

"Well, dogs do have better noses than humans." Joey growled at his friend and entered the hall before he stopped again.

"Look, no more of Kaiba's dog jokes when we get to New York. And don't forget, our flight's tonight and you're going to need-"

"My school transcripts. Thanks mom."

"Yea, real funny Tristan."

Phoenix: Well, my fingers go out of control again. They do that now and again. It scares me sometimes. Now, be nice with the reviews. I'm new to this kind of story. But we'll see you next time.