Okay, this is the sequel to I Am Kisara. So if you didn't read that yet, you probably should. It's going to be about Ari and Inka, Kisara's twin daughters. I've decided to take the original ending. It's going to switch off between Ari and Inka's point of view. I might have one chapter in Kisara's point of view, but I'm still thinking about it.

Oh, and I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any of it's main characters, or it's storyline (I can wish). But I do have the rights to my characters Ari, Inka, Hayari, Shinkou, Kai, and Kansei (I'm pretty sure that's all of them).

Ari's POV-5 years old

Inka and I were in mommy's big, giant bedroom. We were sitting on the big giant bed in the middle of the room. The bed was covered with Egyptian cotton sheets. Mommy and daddy seem to like things related to Egypt, I don't know why, though. They just do. We have Egyptian sheets covering everything that can be covered with fabric. And we have white lotus flowers in our living room. Mommy says that they used to grow in the Nile River.

We had just taken a shower, and we were wearing our pajamas. I wore a white t-shirt with the Eiffel Tower on it that I got from Paris. I had my favorite pink fuzzy pajama pants with polar bears on them. Inka was wearing a white nightgown with little pink polka-dots. She was making a braid in her white-blue hair.

"Let's play a game, Inka," I grinned.

"What kind of game?" Inka asked.

"Okay, let's pretend that mommy and daddy's room is a magical forest!" I said brightly, bouncing up and down on the bed "Then we can be fairies, and mermaids, and…..other stuff!"

"Okay," Inka said, finishing the braid.

"I'm going to be the fairy!" I shouted.

"Heyyyy, I wanted to be the fairy," Inka pouted and crossed her arms, "You always get to be what you want!"

"It's not my fault you're so slow!"

"But you always pick before we even start the game!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nuh-UH!"

"What's going on, girls?" Mommy came into the room.

"Ari isn't letting me be the fairy!" Inka whined. Mommy looked amused.

"Well then, how about I tell you guys a story?" Mommy asked.

"Yeah!" We both said. We love mommy's stories. She always tells us about Egypt and this king called pharaoh. It's like she was there!

"Are you going to tell us about Egypt again?" Inka asked, her light blue eyes sparkling. Inka's eyes were so pretty, they looked just like mommy's. Her hair looked like mommy's too. But my hair is dark blue, kinda black. It looks like Uncle Mokuba's. And my eyes were dark blue too, like daddy's. But if you looked reeeaaaalllllyyyy closely, they're kinda purple.

"No, not today," Mommy said, I frowned, "I'm telling you another story about a girl fought against a bad guy with her friends."

That sounded even better than Egypt! I flopped on my belly next to mommy to listen to her story. Inka came and lied down next to me, supporting herself with her elbows.

"Well, there was a girl, she was older than you two were," Mommy started telling the story, "She just moved to Domino City, and she didn't have that many friends. But she didn't really like this city."

"Why?" I asked, I loved Domino City! I couldn't imagine anyone not liking it!

"Because she liked her other town better," Mommy explained, "She thought this city was too noisy, so she didn't like it here."

"Anyways," Mommy continued, "She was almost hurt by a very bad guy named Ryan. But then two boys named Jonouchi and Honda saved her."

"Like Uncle Jonouchi and Uncle Honda!" Inka gasped. Uncle Jonouchi and Uncle Honda were two of mommy's best friends. They were always at our house. Uncle Jonouchi was so funny! But daddy doesn't really like him…..daddy always calls him a "dog". Come to think of it, daddy doesn't really like any of mommy's friends.

"Yes, just like them," Mommy laughed, "So suddenly, she had a lot of new friends. There was Yugi, Anzu, Jonouchi, Honda, and Bakura. Then her old friends came to visit her in her new house."

"What were their names?" I asked curiously.

"Their names were Hayari, Shinkou, and Kansei," Mommy replied.

"Hayari and Shinkou? Like me and Ari?" Inka asked.

"Yeah, like you and Ari," Mommy smiled, "And everything looked like it was going well. The girl started liking her new home, and she had lots of friends. She even got a boyfriend."

"And then?" I asked impatiently. I didn't really care about boyfriends. Boys were weird anyways.

"Then Ryan, the guy that tried to hurt her, came back." My eyes widened at this part of the story, "And he had magic."

"Magic?" Inka said, confused.

"Very bad magic," Mommy said, "Then he kidnapped all of the girl's friends and made her go see him. So the girl and her boyfriend went to see him, and he tried to hurt her again. But this time, he used his magic."

"What happened next?" Inka asked, her light blue eyes scared, but curious.

"The girl's friends, Hayari and Shinkou, saved her," Mommy said, her face looking a little sad. But who wouldn't be sad? The friends saved the girl!

"How?" I asked, excited.

"Well, Hayari had a mirror. So she put the mirror in front of the bad magic he was using, and she bounced it back at him," Mommy explained, "But Hayari and Shinkou were both badly hurt."

"But-" Inka said, I heard her voice catch. Her eyes began to well up with tears. She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her nightgown. Sheesh, it's just a story. Why does she have to be so sensitive about it?

"Don't cry, Inka," Mommy said, picking Inka up, "Just remember, Hayari and Shinkou got hurt to save the girl, who was their best friend." Inka nodded into mommy's shoulder.

"It's late, I think you two should go to bed," Mommy said, holding Inka in one arm and holding my hand, leading me down the long hallway. She went to Inka's room and put her to bed first before taking me to my room.

"Good night, Ari," Mommy said, then kissed my forehead.

"Good night, mommy," I said, then when she was almost out the door, I started talking again.

"Was Hayari and Shinkou okay?" I asked her.

After being silent for a while, mommy spoke again, "They live on in our hearts, right?"

"Yeah,"

Then when my head was on the feather pillow, and I was under my comforter (made of Egyptian cotton, of course), I thought of something.

What was the girl's name?