Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Even though I wish I did because that would be so cool! Yu-Gi-Oh is Kazuki Takahashi's (lucky)
"Don't hurt me!" Kisara begged the figure in front of her. It was clear to see that he wasn't looking for a compromise and wanted it his way.
"I shall do what I please with you." The man's voice scowled. She couldn't see his face, but could tell that there was a twisted grin on it. "And anyone who opposes shall not live to their next days." He added in a hasher tone. A single quivering breath came through her mouth as she thought of Seto. 'I can't let him find Seto.' Was the only thing that echoed though in her mind when her own life was in danger.
"Very well." She said with a small voice. 'Seto.' The name kept echoing in her head. 'Seto. Seto. Seto.' The whisper of the name sent small chills through her spine. The voice was familiar. It was haunting. It was her dragon.
"Where is he?" The man demanded. "Where is your beloved Seto?" He spat the name out like it was poison to his mouth.
"I-I don't know." She stuttered the lie with ease.
"Oh don't you?" The mans voice sounded with glee. "Well that's too bad. It's a shame. I seem to have misplaced the key to your cage." He said. From her seat in the cold steel, she could hear the grin on his face."And I'm sure you know that as the night grows closer, the desert grows colder." He said. "How will you ever survive in the metal crate?" She could tell as the smirk upon his face grew bigger.
"Y-you don't really to mean to leave me in here?" She asked, her eyes widening at his silence meaning that he did. How could he? That would kill her. And then he'd never find Seto.
'You must help Seto.' The dragon whispered in her mind.
'I know. I know.' She answered the dragon this time. 'But how?'
'You know how.' The dragon whispered.
'But deception is not what I can do.' She began.
'Then let me.' The dragon simply stated. 'I will help you.' The dragon promised.
'I'm trusting you.' Kisara said as she let the dragon slip around her consciousness. What a mistake that was.
Kisara sat bolt upright in her bed. Why did she always have this dream. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to forget that past and move on. Why did the dragon refuse to just let her be? Her breathing was deep. The blankets gathered around her waist as she brought a hand up and pushed her hair out of her eyes. Glancing over at the clock, she saw that it was only 2:30 am. She had only been asleep for a few hours for a few hours at most.
'Seto.' The dragon whispered teasingly into her mind.
"Just shut up!" Kisara yelled into the dark empty silence that filled the apartments bedroom. A small snicker could be heard in the far corners of Kisara's mind. 'Leave me alone.' Kisara snapped in reply to the snickers.
'As you wish.' The dragon replied and tucked itself away. Kisara sat cross legged as silent tears spilt down her cheeks.
"I'm so stupid." She told herself in the empty silence of the bedroom. "He's gone. He can't come back."
'But he can.' The dragon said in contrast.
"How?"
'Reincarnations.'
"What?" The simple word the dragon spoke was as clear as the sun was on an Egyptian day. But she still questioned to make sure she had heard correctly.
'Reincarnations.' The dragon repeated.
"Do you know who he was reincarnated as?" Kisara asked.
'Yes.' The dragon replied. 'And you'll meet him tomorrow when you attend school. Now go to sleep. I won't bother you.'
Kisara silently obeyed, the tears still streamed down her face in a simple steady rhythm, but she slowly drifted off into slumber.
Kisara awoke the next morning, much to her dismay, and began getting ready for school. She hadn't gotten a uniform yet, the office promised that they would give her one when she came into the school today. Then she could begin wearing it tomorrow. So for today, or as she called it, her last day of clothes choice, she slid on a pair of light blue jeans and a black lace spaghetti strap tank top with a long sleeve gray shrug. She kept her waist length shimmering blue/white hair down. On her feet she wore a pair of white One Stars.
'School, hooray!' The dragon exclaimed with her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I'm not too interested in going either." Kisara reassured the dragon.
'Yes you are.' The dragon smirked. A small blush colored Kisara's cheeks, making her albino white skin almost look close to normal.
"A-am not!" Kisara stuttered in protest. The dragon just smirked and lay quietly in the pale girl's mind.
Kisara arrived at school within a half hour later. Butterflies settled into her stomach along with the knot that had been there since the school was within her sight. Walking through the doors, the entire school hallway was…empty? Oh, right. Everyone was already in class. And since she was the new girl, this would prove to be a bit embarrassing to be led into the class by the school's secretary.
Mentally facepalming herself for not registering beforehand, she walked among the empty halls to the office. Walking into the office, she noticed that the light seemed much dimmer, and the atmosphere seemed almost, happy. Aside from one person in there who sat in a chair off to the side of a desk.
He wore the boy's school uniform, which consisted of a dark blue jacket, and then matching color pants. His hair was a darkish lightish brown color that all came together in the back of his head to form a kind of line that led down his neck or something like that.
His eyes were what struck her the most. They were a dark blue shade, much much darker then her light blue ones. And they had a serious look to them. They looked as if he was waiting for something, or someone, at the moment. But he looked exactly like Priest Seto aside from the shade of his skin.
"Ah, there she is!" A friendly female voice chirped from behind a desk. Kisara quietly made her way to the desk and saw that it was very organized.
'A tidy one.' The dragon commented at the sight of everything having a place, and being in that place as well. 'How boring.' She added.
'Shush!' Kisara commanded the dragon. An small irritable growl came from the dragon, but she obeyed.
"You're Kisara. Correct?" The lady asked with a huge smile on her face. Her hair was red and fluffy. It looked as if she had curled it today. She wore a shirt with multiple flowers on it and a black skirt.
"That's correct." Kisara replied.
"Great! Just swing on by here when the day's over and we'll have your uniform for tomorrow." The secretary said perkily. "That there is Seto Kaiba." She pointed to the boy that sat in the chair. "He's in the majority of your classes, so he'll be the one escorting you to your classes and making sure you find your way around here all right." She explained with a look at Kaiba as if reminding him what he was to do and handing a slip of paper that held Kisara's classes on it.
He just shot the perky secretary a look and stood up. He strode over to where Kisara stood and inclined his head towards the door a bit. Catching on, Kisara followed when he started walking over to it. Kisara heard the secretary start typing on her computer in a happy way as she walked through the door that Kaiba had held open for her.
She waited after she had walked out of the door to make sure that Kaiba was coming. She continued walking and he soon fell in step next to her. Kisara looked at him for a moment, then quickly busied herself with folding up the schedule she was given and then slid it into her back pocket.
'That's him.' The dragon whispered to Kisara.
'Him? But he seems so upset and serious. Priest Seto was nothing like that.' Kisara replied, a bit confused.
'It's him.' The dragon replied with confidence.
'Well now this just feels awkward to be walking next to him.' Kisara replied and allowed her hands to rest by her sides rather then folding up behind her back.
"Music." Kaiba simply said.
"Huh?" Kisara stupidly said in confusion.
"That's the first class we're going to." He explained without looking at her.
"Oh." Kisara said. "Is the teacher nice?" She asked, feeling stupid.
"She's okay. I'm not too fond of her though." He said.
"Is she anything like the secretary?" 'Thank goodness it's not her taking me to my classes.'
"None of the teachers are like her. She's too perky." He said, sneaking a look at her. Kisara chuckled and the two of them walked in silence. After a few minutes, Kaiba stopped in front of a door.
"Is this it?" Kisara asked. Kaiba just nodded a small nod instead of talking and then pushed the door open. The entire classes head turned to the duo at the door. Kaiba brushed off the looks, but Kisara felt some color creep up her face. They all had uniforms. She didn't.
"New student. No uniform yet." Kaiba said simply, answering the question on everyone's minds. Small nods ran through the entire class as if saying that they all understood.
"Welcome." A woman at the front of the room said as Kaiba walked over and took his seat, abandoning Kisara where she stood. Kisara nodded and smiled at the teacher.
"Thank you." She said.
"Well? Come introduce yourself." The teacher said with a small gesture to the front of the class room. Kisara slowly strode over to the front of the classroom and looked out at the faces.
"I'm Kisara." She began. "I transferred here from…elsewhere." She said.
"Well Kisara, I'm Ms. Johansan" The teacher said with a small smile. Her hair was blonde and ran down to her mid biceps. She wasn't very tall, and she wore an outfit that consisted of a black shirt, a white sweater that was left unbuttoned, a white scarf that wrapped very loosely around her neck in a small lump form like a sweater that Kisara owned did. She wore a pair of grey jeans and black boots that only went up her leg a quarter of the way. She had dark brown eyes and a friendly face.
"Nice to meet you." Kisara said.
"And now the question that all new kids have to answer," said. She was just adding to the embarrassment Kisara felt right now. "Can you play any instruments?" Instruments? She could do that with ease.
"Yes." Kisara answered. "Guitar, bass, drums, keyboards, piano, really the list is endless."
"Care to demonstrate?" The teacher asked with a smile.
"D-demonstrate?" Kisara stutter echoed in question as handed her a light brown acoustic guitar.
"Yes. Surely that won't be a problem. Any song you want." smiled.
"Can I ask someone else for a song? I'd never be able to choose just one." Kisara said looking at the teacher.
"Of course." She made a gesture to the class. Kisara turned to the class and pointed to the first raised hand she saw.
"Can you play Three Days Grace?" A shy male voice asked.
"Yes." Kisara said.
"Can you play 'Never Too Late'?" He then asked.
"Of course." Kisara smiled and sat down in a chair that was conveniently just right behind her and watched her fingers position themselves onto the correct strings. Then she strummed. Her fingers moved to the correct notes on impulse as she strummed. A silent look on the class's faces egged her on to sing the song as well. So she did.
'This world will never be, what I expected.
And if I don't belong who would've guessed it?
I will not leave alone everything that I own
to make you feel like it's not too late.
It's never too late.
Even if I say "It'll be all right,"
still I hear you say you want to end your life...
Now and again we try to just stay alive.
Maybe we'll turn it all around,
'cause it's not too late.
It's never too late.
No one will ever see this side reflected. And if there's something wrong, who would've guessed it...?
And I have left alone everything that I own.
To make you feel like it's not too late.
It's never too late.
Even if I say "It'll be all right,"
still I hear you say you want to end your life.
Now and again we try to just stay alive.
Maybe we'll turn it all around,
'cause it's not too late.
It's never too late...
The world we knew won't come back.
The time we've lost can't get back.
The life we had won't be ours again.
This world will never be what I expected.
And if I don't belong.
Even if I say "It'll be all right,"
Still I hear you say you want to end your life.
Now and again we try to just stay alive.
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'cause it's not too late.
It's never too late.
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'cause it's not too late.
It's never too late.(It's never too late!)
It's not too late.
It's never too late. This world will never be, what I expected.
And if I don't belong who would've guessed it?
I will not leave alone everything that I own
to make you feel like it's not too late.
It's never too late.
Even if I say "It'll be all right,"
still I hear you say you want to end your life...
Now and again we try to just stay alive.
Maybe we'll turn it all around,
'cause it's not too late.
It's never too late.
No one will ever see this side reflected. And if there's something wrong, who would've guessed it...?
And I have left alone everything that I own.
To make you feel like it's not too late.
It's never too late.
Even if I say "It'll be all right,"
still I hear you say you want to end your life.
Now and again we try to just stay alive.
Maybe we'll turn it all around,
'cause it's not too late.
It's never too late...
The world we knew won't come back.
The time we've lost can't get back.
The life we had won't be ours again.
This world will never be what I expected.
And if I don't belong.
Even if I say "It'll be all right,"
Still I hear you say you want to end your life.
Now and again we try to just stay alive.
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'cause it's not too late.
It's never too late.
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'cause it's not too late.
It's never too late
It's not too late.
It's never too late.'
Her fingers finished their dance across the guitars neck. As she looked up from the guitar she apologized to the boy.
"I'm sorry. I'm not a very good singer, and the song was acoustic. So it didn't sound as good as it does when the other instruments play with it.
"Oh no. You did good. A whole lot better then I could've done, and I've been playing guitar for many years now." The boy said, brushing aside the apology. Kisara stood and handed the guitar back to the teacher.
"That was lovely." Ms. Johansan smiled. "There's an empty seat by Kaiba. Go ahead and sit there." She put the guitar away. Kisara walked swiftly over to her seat and laid her face in her arms. That was so humiliating! She felt a small tap on her shoulder and turned to look at a boy sitting behind her. His hair was tri-colored and very spikey. The outer rim of it was a pinkish purple color. The majority of it was black, and then strands of blonde hair were there. How odd. Yet cool at the same time! His eyes were a violet shade, and around his neck he wore what looked like an upside down pyramid on a chain.
"You did good." The boy whispered to her with a huge smile. She smiled in thanks and turned her attention to the front of the class for a moment until she saw that it was just note reading for the violin. She had learned that when she was seven, so she laid her chin down on her arms that were folded across her desk and just stared up at the board, while instead she chatted with her dragon.
'I suppose you want a congratulations from me?' The dragon asked in a smart aleck tone.
'No. I'll survive without it.' Kisara said.
'Oh.' The puzzled creature said. 'Well what do you think of the Pharaoh behind you?'
'That' s the Pharaoh?'
'No. Ancestor. The Pharaoh's in the puzzle.' The dragon said
'What puzzle?' Kisara asked
'The Millennium Puzzle. The pyramid on the chain around his neck.' The dragon explained.
'Oh. Well that's... cool. I guess' Kisara said. Then, before she knew it the bell had rung to release them from the class for lunch.
"You coming?" Kaiba asked irritably.
"Oh. Yeah I'm coming." Kisara stood from her seat and began following Kaiba out of the classroom, only to be stopped by the teacher.
"Kisara?" Ms. Johansan said. "May I speak to you for a moment?" Kisara looked over at Kaiba but he just waved his hand at her and sat down in one of the desks to wait for her. Kisara walked over to the teacher.
"Yes ?" She asked a bit tentatively.
"How far into the music program were you at your other school?" She asked. "Because it seemed as if you already knew what I was teaching."
"Oh. I learned to play the violin when I was seven." Kisara explained. "And at my other school, well the teacher kinda had me teaching a class of my own."
"Seven you say?" She said in a bit of shock.
"That's correct."
"When did you learn guitar?"
"When I was fourteen."
"So only three years ago?"
"Three and three quarters."
"So you're almost 18?"
"Yes."
"What instrument are you learning now?"
"I don't know yet. I think I may just work on singing." Kisara said with a shrug.
"Well if you ever want to help out in this class, I'll be more then willing to let you."
"Thank you ." Kisara smiled. The teacher just smiled and Kisara began to walk out of the classroom, pausing only for a moment to allow Kaiba to fall in step by her.
"You learned violin when you were seven?" He asked in disbelief.
"Yeah." She simply said.
"Did you learn flute when you were five?" He asked in sarcasm.
"No." Kisara said, not catching the sarcasm. "When I was eleven."
"What about the other years?"
"I was learning viola and cello and all those other string instruments." Kisara answered, unaware of the looks that people were giving the duo as they walked side by side to the cafeteria. Kisara was the only person that had ever caught Kaiba's attention. And that was saying a lot, considering the fact that Kaiba didn't like anyone. "But I couldn't learn the bass until I was twelve. I couldn't reach it. And then I learned the bass guitar when I was fourteen." Kisara continued.
"So you like music." Kaiba observed aloud.
"And books." Kisara offered up.
"Interesting." Was all he said as he led her over to the line to get their lunch.
That's just the first chapter. I promise I will try to write more into it. I know, my writing needs a whole lot of improvement, but I'm not the best author. So be nice please. I'll try to get more up soon!