V.E.: So I noticed as I was going through Yugioh stories, that no one had made a Cinderella one. I mean there is Beauty and the Beast, the Little Mermaid, Lion King(obviously not their titles), but no Cinderella. And since Cinderella is coming out again soon, it's kinda of been on my mind.
Kisara and Seto just make an adorable couple. So this is their story.
I will probably do a story about Mana and Atem next, so don't be surprised if you see some vaseshipping.
I grew up with the English Dub, so it's English names.
Disclaimer: If I own any of this, do you think I'd be writing on here?
"…..And the prince and the princess rode off and lived happily ever after."
Kisara smiled as a man in his twenties with whitish hair like hers and clear grey eyes against pale white skin snuggled her at "happily ever after."
"Hey James?"
The man pouted as he touched one of his fingers to her nose.
"Kisara, how many times must I tell you to call me Papa?"
Kisara sent the man a reprimanding look.
"I'm not that young."
He rolled his eyes.
"Alright, how about just Dad then?"
She considered it for a moment then nodded.
"Alright Dad, why do people in fairy tales have the worst luck in the world?"
James cracked a sly smile.
"Kisara, you have come upon a question very few people realize, let alone ask. Think of it this way; if Snow White, or Sleeping Beauty had everything from the beginning, there wouldn't be any story. A fairy tale isn't about how hopeless a person's situation is, it's how they get from there to happily ever after. Fairy tales are proof that anyone can change their lives."
Kisara's face scrunched up.
"I don't get it."
James ruffled her snow white hair while he laughed softly.
"I wouldn't expect you to. You're not that old, you know."
Kisara pouted.
"I'm almost nine!"
James tapped his finger in a thinking gesture before glancing at the clock with a smirk.
"For someone who has been nine for almost an hour, you're not acting all that grown up."
Kisara glanced at the clock to see it was almost one in the morning. James had gotten back late from the gallery and she had waited up for him. Despite this, he wasn't tired in the least and got out the story book and continued reading from the collection of stories.
James sighed dramatically as he pulled out a small blue box.
"And here I was hoping to surprise you with pancakes and your gift."
Kisara held out her hands as the blue box came down into them. She tentatively opened the box and gasped.
It was a silver dragon. A pendant to be exact designed with blue and white stones to give it scales that shone like stars. Kisara was as fond of dragons as some girls were fond of unicorns. Blue and white were also her favorite colors.
James took out the pendent and fastened it around her neck.
"Now doesn't that fit, my Princess?"
Kisara smiled.
"I'm not a princess."
James shook his head and tapped the amulet.
"Yes you are. You're the Dragon Princess. And that dragon might become something important in the future."
Kisara gave up trying to figure out James' riddles and just leaned closer to him, happy to stay in this moment forever….
"KISARA!"
Kisara bolted up groggily. She took in her surroundings briefly. A drabby room that could be called a closet in the politest terms, a bed unmade, work on her desk with an old computer monitor. Yep, it was just a dream of a memory.
"KISARA!"
Kisara sighed she got up and stretched.
"Yes Regina?"
"When can you get me my breakfast?"
Kisara sighed, too used to the fact that she wasn't polite.
"Ten minutes. I need to get changed."
"Well hurry it up! I'm hungry."
Kisara rolled her eyes as she grabbed the school uniform and pondered her life so far.
She couldn't remember her real parents. Her earliest memories were growing up in the orphanage, being picked on because of her hair color and pale skin. Even the people who ran the home weren't that nice to her. Only two people were and that was a topic she pushed to the back of her mind.
Then one day, she ran crying to the park and met James Kingsley.
She bawled her eyes out, not caring if anyone heard her.
"What's the matter little one?"
She glanced up at a man whose hair in a ponytail and skin was as pale as hers. He had a dark brown jacket zipped up and clean black jeans. He seemed to be carrying a sketch book of some kind. She couldn't speak for a moment.
He held up his hand suddenly and then began to sketch furiously.
"Wait, hold that pose for sec."
Kisara didn't question what he was doing and honestly wasn't that inclined to move. She had never met someone who looked as strange as her.
After some time, the strange smiled as he turned the sketchbook around, proudly displaying his work.
"There, that's it."
Kisara had to gasp. A little angel child with soft white wings and a white dress stared back with her face and a smile.
"I get the feeling you would look better with that smile. What's your name angel?"
Kisara slowly smiled at the strange artist.
She had no idea that the crazy dressed man was actually a very famous artist. James was just a nice person she could talk to every once in a while at the park. After a while, he came to know a lot about who she was and she understood he painted fantasy stuff.
One day, he told Kisara he was going to move away and wouldn't be able to come back. She was about to cry before he asked if she wanted him to adopt her. She hugged him so tight and kept crying happily.
Kisara shook her head as she went down to fetch Regina's salmon breakfast. Oh how that dream changed.
For a year, it was perfect. Sure people picked on her because of her hair color, but now there was someone who would listen to her. She would walk into her dad's studio and glance over his work, they were all amazing in her opinion(though she did believe there were some pictures her dad didn't share with her). He insisted on giving her a happy childhood experience, doing everything with her she had never done before even she considered some off the stuff to young for her. The dream last night had been the best birthday of her life.
Then Regina came along. Kisara realized something about men when James met Regina. They can be incredibly oblivious to a woman's faults if she is incredibly attractive.
The two met at one of James' art shows. It was back when Regina still modeled and she crashed with some her friends looking for a free drink. Needless to say, her father was instantly charmed.
With their marriage, came her two daughters from a previous marriage, Lena and Carrie. The three behaved quite nicely in front of her father, but when he was gone from the room Regina stared at her with barely disguised disgust. Lena and Carrie joined in on the bullies in picking on her. But she was willing to keep quiet. She knew even if she did tell James, it probably wouldn't change things.
The car accident had shocked her. She just couldn't believe her best friend and her father was dead. A bright star in her life went completely out.
Since James didn't leave a will, Regina got everything. His art studio was ransacked for drawings which were sold and was converted into Lena's new bedroom(it was bigger than the one she had). Kisara was moved upstairs and promoted to personal maid. She did the chores, her school work(along with some of her stepsisters'), and organized Regina's business files.
Since then, Kisara hadn't had a lot to be happy about. People treated her like a freak and her life sucked. Well there was one thing, but she wasn't sure if that actually counted.
She knocked on the door, with salmon on the plate.
"Salmon's here."
"Well don't just stand there, get in then!"
Kisara turned the doorknob to find Regina scowling in bed. In the world's laws of unfairness, Regina still looked as drop dead gorgeous as when Kisara first met her. Flaming red hair with a green eyes and a figure any man would drool over. You would never know she had two girls Kisara's age.
Kisara carefully walked over and placed the salmon on the bedside. Regina picked it up and went to it, paying no more attention to Kisara as if she were the passing wind. Kisara took this as a sign to get out quickly.
Kisara grabbed her stuff from her room and almost made it to the door.
"KISARA!"
Kisara sighed and turned back to her stepsisters. Lena had on her mother's annoyed look and Carrie seemed to be copying her sister.
Lena was an almost copy of her mother if not for two things. One she had a slim, but not built figure and two she had freckles. Carrie was little more pudgy with brown hair with a slight red hint and matching freckles. Their personalities had them fighting over just about everything like clothes or who the cutest guy was and possessed no brain outside of those spheres.
Lena tapped her finger against her arm furiously.
"So where's my essay for English? And you did make it sound like me this time right?"
Kisara nodded and handed it to Lena from her backpack, double checking to make sure it was the right paper. She felt like she was turning down her IQ points when she rewrote it.
"That should get you a C at least."
"Why can't it be an A? You are smart enough for it."
Kisara nodded. Well at least they noticed she had a brain.
"Because then it wouldn't sound like you and would probably clue in to Mr. Dawson you're cheating."
Lena considered it for a moment before nodding, not noticing the insult.
"Good point."
Carrie seemed to be taking in Kisara's outfit with disgust.
"It's too bad the uniforms don't flatter you. Not that anything looks good on you."
Kisara clenched her teeth, opened the door, and walked out the door before she lost control of her mouth. The last time had not been a pretty result.
Kisara took a deep breath as she walked to school and wondered if there was anything in her life that would ever change.
V.E.: Oh don't worry it will. Well we've met our princess. Next chapter is school, where we'll get a glance at our prince and fairy godmother.
Please review. Authors like it when readers acknowledge their effort.
Expect the next chapter Thursday or Friday, since I've got school off then.
