Riter: I am SO SO sorry for leaving you all hanging!
Rai: I was actually glad for the time off. I actually seem to be doing more work then the dragon nowadays, huh, lady?
Riter: From now on, refer to me as... uh... I don't know what.
Rai: Okay, then, I don't know what. Where's the dragon?
Riter: Bobby? Oh, he got sick.
Rai: Why am I here?!!
Riter: Because I like having a human around to talk to.
Rai: Why don't you talk to the characters on the show like normal people? Or your OWN OCs?
Riter: Because I don't feel like it. Nyah Nyah (sticks out tongue). So anyways, I've had a small problem with getting on the ball with this story. I got kind of intrigued by the angst songfic genre, so I explored that instead. You can check them out if you want. If you look up my profile, you'll know what stories I'm talking about. So anyways, I had a really slow start on this story, because I really wanted to get to the ending, and I didn't know what to do in between. And by the way, by my count, I think that the tournament is two days long (the actual tournament, not the finals) so this first chapter doesn't have anything really happening in it. I was gonna put in duels, but I was too lazy, so the whole Takara's deck thingy won't come in until later, and sadly, I don't know if she's going to play with her deck in this story. I was actually counting on her playing, as I had spent hours researching and compiling both her old pyro-based deck and her new fairy based one, which was basically all for nothing.
Rai: Gods, you talk to much, I-don't-know-what.
Riter: so what do you care? So anyways, I really had like a hard time writing this. I hope that it is satisfactory. ((Oh, and if you haven't read the first part, Blue Eyes, you should because I won't mostly re-explain things.)) And I'll have flashbacks at the beginning of each chapter, if you don't mind, that shows a little of Takara (who I own; my own OC,) in her past, or parts that I didn't show during my last story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, and I don't own aforementioned Rai. I think Rednal29 does. But I think he-
Rai: Get a move on, lady.
---Flashback---
Takara slid into the backseat of the black Mercedes (the one she would crash a week later) and was greeted with a stare from Mokuba Kaiba. She gave him a small smile as she buckled in. "Seto, who's this?" he questioned. Kaiba got into the car and started it.
"Ask her," he said shortly. Mokuba raised an eyebrow, but did what his brother asked.
"Hi, my name's Mokuba. Who are you?" he said brightly. Takara smiled.
"My name's Takara," she said. "You can call me Taka." Mokuba blinked.
"Seto, isn't she the girl that disappeared yesterday?" Seto nodded curtly. "What's she doing here? And why is her hair blue?" Takara was slightly hurt that these questions weren't directed at her.
"Ask her." Mokuba shrugged.
"Uh, Takara? Why are you here? Mokuba asked.
Takara leaned forward, pulling the hair back from her face. "Do you notice anything about my face?" Mokuba blinked, but the kid studied her face anyways.
"You have the same eyes as Seto! You have the same mouth too," Mokuba added.
"What? I never noticed that," Takara said, sitting up and looking at her face in the mirror. "Hey look, I have the same nose as you too. Would you look at that." Mokuba blinked again.
"I still don't know what you're talking about."
"You're not going to tell him straight, are you?" Seto asked. Takara didn't answer. "Fine then be that way. Mokuba, meet my twin. Your sister."
"Oh," Mokuba said, then started laughing. "I was going to ask if she was your girlfriend or something!"
"Oh please," Seto replied icily. "Who would be attracted to her."
---End Flashback---
"Hey! Watch it!"
"Watch where you're going!"
"Hey!!" All these and more comments, some identical, some more profane, were directed at the same person. Someone in a black trenchcoat, with a black/grey beanie hiding the roots of her black, blue-speckled hair and a dueldisk on her wrist who was too busy shoving her way through the crowded streets to respond.
"Sorry!" Takara yelled over her shoulder at the people as she pushed them aside. "I'm kind of..." Takara was cut short when she found herself crashing into a tall, thin man, dressed in black with a white studded trenchcoat. Someone she knew all to well. "Busy..." Takara finished under her breath, looking up into blue eyes, identical to hers.
Seto Kaiba sighed. "When can I trust you NOT to make trouble?" he asked dramatically. Takara grinned weakly and took a step back, about to break into a run again. "No you don't," Kaiba said, grabbing her wrist before she could do anything. He held out his other hand. "Keys." Takara bit her lip.
"I was hoping to meet you at the Kaibacorp building before you found out about the Mercedes," she muttered.
"What are you kidding yourself? I saw it from the sattelite." Takara grimaced. "That car was brandnew! I didn't even have it insured yet!"
"Well, look at it this way," Takara started. "You have so many cars, you can just leave that one in the ditch, and your funds wouldn't even be hurt!" Kaiba glared down at his sister.
"That's it, Isoda. You are officially out of this tournament."
"WHAT?!"
"Neesan!" Takara was cut off by her little brother finally making it to the scene and hugging Takara around the waist. Kaiba rolled his eyes. "I heard you won a duel! That's great!"
Takara smiled, and stuck her tongue out at her twin. "C'mon, Mokuba," he said, walking away.
"What?" Takara asked. "Not even a bye?" Her older brother held up a hand in a short wave. 'Remember that you're not supposed to duel,' he sneered over their twin connection thingy ma bopper.
"Bye Neesan!" Mokuba waved, picked up his brother's metal briefcase, and followed said sibling out of the area. 'Don't even follow me,' Seto continued. 'Like I would,' Takara replied drily.
---Later that day---
"Takara." Kaiba sounded surprised and pissed off over the phone. Takara ignored it, deciding to be smart with him.
"What?" she asked.
"What are you doing in my room?"
"Well, I don't see you in here." Yeah, Takara was in Seto's room. Only he wasn't in there. He only somehow managed to accidently dial his room, and Takara had picked up.
"No, seriously."
"I, uh..."
"Don't say you wet your bed," Seto sneered.
"No! I haven't wet my bed since age three! I was scared out of it when Derek told me he wasn't potty trained and we were six years old."
All Seto could say to this was, "..." And then some: "Takara, that doesn't make any sense. Three is... well, three is three years before you were six years old." Takara didn't answer. "Well anyways, I have in front of me the record of how many times your toilet has flushed since you arrived at this place." Takara made a face.
"Eww.... You want to know how many times I... do business in a day or something?!"
"No, Takara. I think you're still sick from whatever you caught a couple weeks ago. Let's see, you threw up all over me six times in two days? And these records say that you flushed, on average, two times an hour. I also considered how much you sleep, and I seriously doubt it was all business. Especially as the pitiful amount of food you eat, reported by Jack."
"Traitor," Takara muttered.
"Takara, you need to see a doctor." Was it just her, or was his voice showing concern?
"Listen, Mother, your freaking finals are tommorow. I'm not missing it. Seriously. I mean it. I will NOT miss it for anything." Seto growled.
"No, you are not coming. You will vomit all over the ship."
"I don't get airsick."
"In your condition...."
"When I say I mean something, Kaiba, I mean it. I don't care what you say. I am going to those finals of yours. Whether you want me to or not." Long pause.
"God, I hope the reason you're in my room isn't that you vomited all over your bed."
"Actually... That's a funny story..." Seto growled. "Alright. So I wake up, and I'm choking on vomit, right? And so I get up to go to the bathroom. And it's really dark... and... yeah."
"Yeah?" Seto growled, sounding slightly amused.
"I tripped all over the paints and knocked them down..."
"WHAT?!!!!" Seto was no longer amused. He was furious. "That is an authenic oriental antique that you spilt your paints on!"
"Imagine how I feel," Takara grumbled. "They're MY paints. But anyways, Jack went to get someone to clean it. Can I sleep in your room?" A change in topic, but... yeah......
"Just don't vomit. And go to sleep. It's almost twelve."
"Whatever." Takara slammed down the phone. "Stupid brothers," she muttered.
A/N: I know I know... This is a little choppy. Very choppy. And very unexplainatory. I don't think this story really gets good until the finals, so hold on people! Please? And review..