Warnings: There will be bits of a lemon in later chapters - so, if you ain't about that life, back away.
The majority of this is BLUESHIPPING (Seto Kaiba x Kisara), and later on there will be slight Chazz Princeton x OC, as well as the introduction of many other OCs. If you don't like OCs and stuff like that... well then tough nuts. Please leave. :)
This story also ties into my other next gen story "Always That One Day", so eventually there will be some spoilers for that. If you don't give a damn, then you may carry on. :)
We all peachy dandy? Good. Then let us get this show on the road!
Love, Ahron
Prologue
The thing that astounds me most is that, to this day, people have the nerve to believe that I was a normal child. They thought I didn't understand what was going on, or that I couldn't handle it if someone dared explain it all to me. This was all, simply, because I was "too young". Perhaps it's just my own upbringing, but I fail to sympathize with anyone who says to "leave the children out of it", "it will scar them". When, in fact, the very events you wish to disguise are often the fabrics of their tiny worlds. Regardless of age, truth is still truth. And the less time you spend hiding it from them, the more time they have to get over it.
Yes, it could alter their fates. Yes, it may be a heavy burden unto their whimsical childhoods. Hell, depending on the nature of the lies, many "mature adults" feel it could nourish the development of the deranged and perhaps even the homicidal. Yet my father and I find little point to these tragic charades. Ted Bundy, perhaps one the most notorious serial killers in the world, was the product of this sheltering belief. Made to believe that his grandparents were his parents, and his mother was his sister all simply because he was illegitimate, only to be discover the truth at a much older age. How deliciously horrified he must have been to utter the words: "My whole life has been a lie".
My life, however, was never a lie. Because, as stated before, it is simply appalling to me that anyone could think I was a normal child. Of course I cried when I was hungry and laughed when I was happy. I ate well, slept well, did all the things that normal children would do. Only, I wasn't normal. I was, am, and forever shall be a Kaiba. You see, it is above normal. Far beyond, quite actually. That means that I was always better than you.
Got it?
I understood what affairs were, what illegitimacy meant. I could handle the fact that both had absolutely everything to do with my even being alive. I was perfectly capable of analyzing and deducing of my own free will, and was able to fathom at least a notion of the impact my birth would bear. So, maybe not in that exact vocabulary did I comprehend what all that meant, but there is a difference between being a child and being stupid. I knew how emotions worked. I don't care to feel them as often as most, but I did at one point feel many things. Because emotions are neither mature, nor immature. Only the reactions to them are.
And my father never believed in sheltering me from any truth. If there is something wrong, you make it right. If something is not working, you fix it. If there is a mistake, tell those it may concern to avoid any more mistakes along that same path and take responsibility for your actions. Take the truth, swallow it, and move on with your life. Plain and simple.
Of course, the sadism in reality is that, in the life of the Kaiba family, nothing ever is plain and simple. And Kiara White, an immigrant and intruder to this name, had the horrendous honor of experiencing that all for herself. She was my governess. A pallid, placid existence in my home that found herself too close to the electrical fence that is my father's emotional boundaries. Dirtied herself in trying to tunnel beneath it, set herself aflame trying to cut through it. And though not nearly in the same way I had, found herself in a two-front war to earn the Kaiba name.