Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or any of its characters. Nor do I own any of the other anime that are hidden within the many paragraphs of this story. (Let's see if you can find out what they are.) However, I do own Sarai! She is mine!

Seto: You're making yourself sound like a lesbo.

Sarai: throws something at Seto. Who asked you?

Seto: is hit in the head. Nobody! I don't have to be asked! I do whatever I want.

Sarai: Riiiiiiiiiiight. -.- Anyway…

This isn't my first fanfic, but it feels like it is. I just hope I get reviews. I do warn you, though. Seto is a tad OC. (It depends how you look at it.) But he's a hard character to do anyway. I'm used to writing about characters with a ton of emotion… well anywho! On with the show!

She had just gotten back to Tokyo a few hours ago, and I was already on my way to meet her at her cousin's house. She had suggested my brother and I meet her at a different location, such as her old alley hangout or a café that went out of business not long after she left. I knew that it wasn't mearly a suggestion; it was a plea. She wished for neither Mokuba nor I to have to experience her adoptive father's family. Regardless to what she is aware, however, I have long since been aquatinted with them. And I can see why she didn't want me to meet them in the first place. To put it blunt…

They're all quacks.

Even though she had been aborted by my stepfather's half brother, she still considered a few of them to be her family. It was just ironic enough that the family members she no longer wanted anything to do with were the normal ones. Not that any of them were normal, just some more than others.

So now I find my brother and I turning into the long, dirt driveway of her past-families' house. Mokuba was on the edge of his seat, ready to fly out of the black car as soon as it slowed to a stop. He was excited to see our "sister", if you will, after all these years. I myself had been eager to reuniting with her ever since we received the call few weeks ago noting her return. But I wouldn't let anyone know that, and I certainly wouldn't show it. Regardless, it had been a long three years. It was only three years, but the 36 agonizing months seemed like 36 tragic years. My stepfather had tortured me and abused me until I was "strong" enough. I was a different person than the boy she met at the orphanage six years ago.

' Mokuba and I walked onto the bridge, stopping in the middle. Laying the small suitcases of some personal items beside me, I sat on the ledge staring out to the river. I had to think.

"Seto-nii? Where are we going? Where are Haha and Chichi?"

Mokuba sat down on the cold, damp pavement beside me. We had been searching for hours for someplace to stay, but no luck. It had seemed like days that me and my five year-old brother had been wondering the streets of Tokyo. Shaking my head, I answered,

"I'm not sure, Moki-chan."

He took this as the answer to both questions. It was only half the truth, though. While I had no idea what so ever where we were going to go, I knew that our parents had disappeared. Even that, however, was half-truth. I did know that our parents were gone, but where was what I didn't know. It was up to me to make sure that Mokuba had somewhere he could call home. Somewhere he could feel safe. And I had to make sure we stayed together. 'All or nothing,' I had told myself over and over again. Standing back up, I swung one suitcase over my shoulder, and held another in one hand while my other hand grabbed Mokuba's.

"C'mon," I sighed, "let's go."

So onward we continued. After two or three more hours our feet were killing us, and we were starving seeing as we had not eaten all day. Several times I could remember hearing either mine or my brother's stomach roar with might, begging for the smallest of crumbs. We had to find someplace soon. It was getting dark and we had gotten lost in the foreigner's district. At least wanting to rest our feet, we sat on a bench near a tall brick wall.

"Onii-san! I'm hungry! Nemui, too! When are we going home?" fussed Mokuba.

I must have sighed for the tenth time that day when I relied, "I told you, Moki-chan. We can't go home."

It really pained me to say that. I wanted nothing more than to run all the way back to our small apartment and cuddle with a pillow under my warm sheets. But… they weren't really mine anymore. They belonged to nobody. Everything was abandoned. Nothing can really belong to anyone if there was no one there to cherish it, right? It was either its own, or forgotten. Did that mean that Mokuba and I were our own since no one was there for us? Or did it mean we were just forgotten? Pondering on this I leaned my head back over the top board of the paint-chipped wooden bench. My vision was blurry for a moment since the setting sun was filling my eyes. But after a moment it set behind something. Or, rather, some hanging object was blocking its golden-orange rays. Soon after I could decipher from it a sign with kanji on it. I tried to read it, but it was nearly impossible from my up side down position. So, realizing this, I sat straight up and turned around in my seat to look up at the sign. I read it slowly out loud, as if was some sacred spell,

"St. Paulia Orphanage for Boys."

Just then my hopes soared. An orphanage was a great; not to mention practical, place for two abandoned boys to stay! I jumped up, grabbing our suitcases and ran for the entrance. Mokuba bounded behind me calling out,

"What is it, Onii-san? Where are we going now?"

I didn't answer him, but just stood waiting for him at the open gate. We stood there looking in for the longest time, as if it was some wild fantasy, until someone approached us. It was a Caucasian boy about my age with blonde shaggy hair and large blue eyes accompanied by a small Vulpix. At least he looked like a boy for the most part. His long eye- lashes and rosy cheeked face tempted to tell me different. And not many boys I knew had a Vulpix. But I shook the thoughts off and asked desperately,

"Onegaishimasu, we need somewhere to stay. Can you show me to the caretaker?"

The boy just smiled a not so boyish smile. It was soft more than anything was, but it wasn't girlish either. After the Vulpix jumped on his shoulder he nodded,

"Hai. I'd be happy to." Then he stuck both hands out at once, suggesting both my brother and I shake them. When I grabbed one, and Mokuba following my example, he continued, "Namae wa Sohma Sarai desu. Watashi no Vulpix desu. Anata no namae wa nani desu ka?"

"Watashi wa Seto desu. Watashi no otooto wa Mokuba desu." '

That was the day we met her. That boy was indeed not a boy. 'He' was a girl in disguise. She had been there not much before we got there. Her story was that the head of her family decided that she need to be punished for being so disobedient, and had her stepmother cut of all her hair until she looked like a boy. And since she was white, not many people in Tokyo would be able to tell the difference. The punishment was to stay in an all boys orphanage for eight months without being noticed as a girl. And no one had known except her loyal Vulpix…

Until Mokuba and I came along.

We were trusted allies in the orphanage. The two of us had become so close with her that I began to call her "-chan" and Mokuba started to call her "-nee" and/or "Onee-san". But he had to refrain to calling her "-nii" or "Onii-san" around everyone else. She had become our sister, and the three of us swore that we would never be separated. Both Mokuba and I had even counted Vulpix as a person, which was she was proud of. When one of the other boys would pick on Mokuba, if I weren't to the rescue, Sarai was. I was amazed at how well she could fight. When her half-Step-uncle, Gozaboro Kaiba, came to 1) pick Sarai up since the eight months were over, and 2) announce his donation to the orphanage, she even helped me convince him to let me play a chess game with him. If I won he'd have to adopt Mokuba and I. And I won.

After all that we had kept our promise. We were never separated. She'd always be at the mansion to play with us, having to first free me from my studies. She'd be there to comfort me when my stepfather beat because I apparently wasn't working hard enough for his tastes. I even admitted to myself that I had grown a crush on her over the three years the three of us (four counting Vulpix) spent together. I never did tell anyone else, though. And then, just as soon as I fully came to realize my feelings she left. Her adoptive family dragged her to some faraway planet just to make her miserable. Instead, she became happier than she ever been in her life. I kept in touch with her often enough finding out she made friend with some of the natives, and from the sound of it, they had numerous adventures. I, on the other hand, grew cold without her. Cold wasn't so bad, though. It kept me from getting hurt, and it helped me become a successful businessman after my stepfather's "mysterious" disappearance.

And now she was back. Not for but a few years, she had told me. To me, though, a few were better than none. That's how I felt on the inside. Over the videophone, however, I made a point to seem stubborn and serious that she came to stay. She wouldn't have it. She said something about some kingdom needing her. A bunch of excuses and make believe. It made me think Yugi and nerd squad had something to do with it. Now, at this very second, our car was nearing the end of the driveway, and Mokuba's right hand was on the doorknob while his left was ready to rip of the seat belt. I had already extracted my belt and had both hands on the door, willing to rip it off its hinges that very second. But we patiently waited until the car rolled to a complete stop in front of the traditional styled house before we bounded out and ran towards the front steps.

Two steps away from the porch and out bounded the girl and poke'mon in question. Her golden blonde hair was longer than I remembered it, and her figure had filled out nicely, but her crystal blue eyes still held the same mischievous glint they always had. Vulpix hadn't changed much at all, not that I had expected her to. Following her out the door was her orange-topped, hot head cousin, and two others I was not yet aquatinted with. I stopped almost on instinct as she jumped from the porch tackling both Mokuba and I at the same time. We all landed on the ground with a thud, and for the first time in years, I let myself laugh. Mokuba began to cry, and as soon and we all sat up he flung himself to Sarai.

"Onee-san! I missed you so much!" he exclaimed, letting hot tears drench her black hoodie.

She clung to him as well and held him in bear hug, rocking him back and forth. I longed for her to hold me like that. I wanted to shout, "Hey! I'm here, too, you loser!" But I melted when I heard that her voice still contained her trademark boyish laughter,

"Betcha I missed ya more!"

Finally I gave up my fears of appearing weak and threw my arms over both her, Vulpix, and Mokuba, and grumbled into her hair,

"There's no way in hell."

Yippee. It's finished…

Well anywho I just felt like writing a fanfic of my character Sarai Sohma and the Kaiba brothers. There's probably a bunch of questions that should be answered, and I'd love to answer them for you. Most of them would probably be best asked through a review.  Or e-mail. Emails are good, too. In fact, my e-mail address is so e-mail me if you have any questions. Another question would probably be: WHAT THE HECK DOES ALL THAT JAPANESE MEAN! I get that a lot. So here are the translations:

"-nii" is an honorable put at the end of a name that means "big brother".

"Haha" is the casual way of saying "mother".

"Chichi" is the less casual way of saying "father".

"-chan" is an honorable put at the end of a name that is intended for peers that are younger than you are.

"Onii-san" is the honorable way of saying "big brother".

"Nemui" means, "tired". "I'm tired" would be "nemui desu" or "nemui desu nee".

"Onegaishimasu" means, "please" at the beginning of a sentence or by itself.

"Hai" means, "yes".

"Namae wa Sohma Sarai desu" means "Name is Sarai Sohma" or "my name is Sarai Sohma".

"Watashi no Vulpix desu" means "this is my Vulpix".

"Anata no namae wa nani desu ka?" means, "what is your name?"

"Watashi wa Seto desu" means "I am Seto".

"Watashi no otooto wa Mokuba desu" means "This is my little brother, Mokuba".

"-nee" is an honorable used at the end of a name that means "big sister".

"Onee-san" is the honorable way of saying "big sister".

I WANT TO KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE AND, IF I DO, WHAT YOU THE READERS WOULD LIKE TO SEE HAPPEN IN THE STORY! IF THIS IS TO HAPPEN YOU NEED TO REVIEW ME! I'LL EVEN LET YOU FLAME ME FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! I LIKE REVIEWS!

Arigato to Ja ne! Which is Japanese for "thank you and later!"