Prologue
Nine years ago
"Come on Richie Rich, just give us the backpack and we won't hurt you... too much." the biggest bully taunted as he and his two friends cornered the youngest Kaiba brother into the ally.
"Just l-leave me alone, my big brother will end you guys if you lay a hand on me" he stammered, freaking out when he saw the ally only had one way out, and that was blocked by the punks.
"'Cordin to the paper your big brother is overseas, how he gunna end us from over there? Now give us your backpack and anythin' else ya got on you." The other bully sneered, shoving Mokuba causing him to fall into a pile of trash.
They were kicking him one minute and walking away from him the next. Unfolding his arms, Mokuba looked to see where his attacker went, they were a few feet away from him drooling at a dark haired girl walking up to him. Her face was hidden by a hood that casted a shadow over her face.
Kneeling down in front of him she grabbed his face and wiped the blood off his lip. As he went to push her hand away he realized his hand was bleeding, seeing the cut, she pulled out a napkin and put it on the wound and folded his hand into a tight fist.
"Keep pressure on that and have it looked at when you get the chance," She advised. Standing up the girl turned her attention back to the bullies who were still staring at her. "Do yourselves a favor and get the fuck out of my sight, and leave the kid alone," She warned in a cold harsh voice. Without another word or glance she walked out of the alleyway, getting in a waiting car.
Throwing Mokubas' backpack back at him the older boys left the ally, joking about the girl.
Getting up, the younger Kaiba began his quiet walk come, confused and wounded.