A/N: I just couldn't get this idea out of my head. This is for all you blueshippers out there. Enjoy!

The Red Eyes Black Dragon

He's looking down at me, his gaze icy and intimidating.

"What do you want?" he asks, slightly irritated that I'm not cringing in fear.

I've blackmailed and bribed, used cunning and raised hell just to get a private audience with Seto Kaiba, and he knew it, so I wasn't expecting a civil greeting. Then again, he's Seto Kaiba, the rich, arrogant, son of a bitch CEO, so I don't think he's ever given someone a civil greeting.

"Your Blue Eyes, White Dragon cards," I say. "I want them." He looks at me as if I've just spoken in a different language.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me. I want them," I repeat.

"And what makes you think I will just hand them over?"

"I didn't think you would. But I wanted to ask nicely, lest there's possibility of keeping my hands clean. Heed this warning—I will not rest until the Blue Eyes, White Dragon cards are in my possession." I stand up and leave the room, ignoring the disbelieving expression on Seto Kaiba's face.

~ x ~

I hold the blade up to Mokuba's throat and with my eyes, dare his older brother to take a step closer.

"You're willing to kill for these cards?" Seto asks, incredulous. But I know that he's just trying to buy some time.

"Throw them into the fire," I say, pressing the blade into Mokuba's neck. The younger Kaiba cries out as I draw some blood. Hastily, Seto drops his beloved cards into the flames, unable to let his brother suffer any longer. I let the knife clatter to the floor while Mokuba runs to his brother's side. I flee the abandoned warehouse.

~ x ~

And just like that day three years ago, I sit down in front of Seto Kaiba's desk. His stare is still hostile and cold, if not more so than before.

"Ironic, isn't it?" I ask, my voice bitter. "You've spent years searching for me, seeking revenge, and now I come to you, out of the blue?" I laugh without humor.

"What are you doing here?" From the look in his eyes, I can tell that his grudge is still as strong as ever.

"You still love her," I accuse. "I can feel it." And just like before, he's bewildered by my words.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Kisara," I sigh. He scowls, knowing where this conversation is going. He opens his mouth to protest—hearing this crap from Yugi Muto had been enough—but I beat him to it, saying, "It doesn't matter if you admit or not. It won't change the truth." He shakes his head, clearly aggravated. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"There's so such thing as—"

"She was my sister. Three thousand years ago. We were sisters," I explain. I can feel the pent up emotion ebbing upwards, threatening to explode. "She was gentle and pure and self-sacrificing—everything I wasn't. She was of the light, while I was of the dark. Our parents loved her, cherished her. They didn't give a damn about me. And then we were both kidnapped, but she was rescued! You saved her! It's not fair. Why was I the only one who suffered? Why wasn't I ever loved? And to this day, you still love her! Why? Why, Seto? She's dead! Get over her! It's pathetic," I scream, the tears freefalling now. I suck in breath and stand up, wiping my face with my sleeve. "Please. Please, just stop loving her."

~ x ~

A/N: Tell me what you think. (: