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Chapter 1: It Would Take a Miracle

Cylina woke up in a cold sweat. She had had the nightmare again, like every other night. She sat up and looked at herself in the rearview mirror. Even though the horrible dream was over, her green eyes were still wide with fear; and her red and brown curls were plastered to her sweaty neck. She took a slow, deep breath, trying to calm her pulsing heart. Then, she glanced at the radio-clock. "6:05 . . . time for another hard day of work," she whispered. Worriedly, she glanced at her dwindling supplies. She was running out of food, soap, toothpaste, and money. If someone broke into her car, she would have nothing. I'll be ok, she thought positively. Next week my pay comes in. Then, I'll be able to stock up and save some extra money towards getting an apartment. It was still nearly impossible for Cylina to comprehend that she had been reduced to living in her car. Her parents had given it to her for her fifthteenth birthday, when she had gotten her permit. She had been so happy. It was a very nice car, the latest Mitssubishi Eclipse model with midnight blue paint, a DVD player, and . . . no, she didn't have time to think about that now. She would never get anywhere by day-dreaming She had work to do if she wanted to live like she used to again. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew that it would take a miracle for that to happen no matter what she did. She rubbed her eyes, started the car, and drove to work.

Seto Kaiba typed frantically on his laptop. It was almost 11:30 and he knew it. Any moment now, Mokuba would walk into his office and ask if he was ready for lunch. There was no way Seto could take time off now, but he had promised Mokuba. He hated breaking promises.

"Seto? Are you ready yet?" He could hear his little brother coming into his office. He sighed, closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead.

"Mokuba, I . . ." Mokuba cut him off.

"I picked out this great place called The All-American Diner. I know it's a little common for your taste, but you used to love American food, and . . ."

"Mokuba, I'm sorry, but I ca . . ."

"You promised me, Seto," he rebuked.

"I know I did . . ." He leaned back and ran his fingures through his hair. " . . . but one of the prototypes malfunctioned in the test run, and I'm having to redo the calculations. If I stop now, I'll be behind till the weekend." Mokuba was glaring at the ground. "I'll make it up to you." Seto was mentally strangling himself for having to do this to his little brother.

"I understand, you're very busy . . . maybe some other time." The tone in Mokuba's voice practically split Seto's heart.

"Mokuba, don't . . ."

"You better get back to work, Seto. You don't want to fall behind schedule." He left the room.

"Ok, so that's two burgers, two large fries, and a kiddy meal." Cylina was still trying to get the hang of taking orders.

"In addition to the three drinks," the customer pointed out.

"Right, of course. That'll be . . . fourteen dollars." He handed over the money and Cylina gave him the food. "Than you and have a nice day." As soon as he left, Cylina collapsed on a bar-stool. Gosh, I hope he's the last one for a while, she thought.

"Cylina, are you Ok? You look like a wreck." It was Lizzie, the other waitress. Her name was actually Sarah, but they all had to adopt "American" names while they were working.

"My head's throbbing. Got an Advil?" Sarah reached in her pocket and pulled out a bottle.

"Here, let me get you some coke to wash it down with. Have you had lunch yet?"

"No," was all Cylina felt like saying.

"You haven't! You were supposed to take a break an hour ago. What have you been doing all morning?"

"Working. I earned alot in tips." Cylina smiled, feeling her heavy pockets. This should help a little, she thought.

"You still need to take breaks, and you're officially starting your lunch break . . . now." she set the coke on the bar in front of Cylina. "I'll go get you some food. The usual?"

"Yeah," she mumbled as she tried to swallow the medicine. The door opened, it was a boy. He looked little short for his age, and he had long dark hair. He looked sad as he walked in and took a seat at one of the booths.

"Wonder what's eatin him." Sarah set the food in front of Cylina. "Cylina, are you gonna eat?"

"Yeah . . . in a sec. First let me get this one." She stood up to go get the boy's order.

"No, Cylina. You need to eat first. You've been going ninety-to-nothing all morning. I'll get this one."

"Sarah, he looks upset. I'm good with kids. I'll eat as soon as he leaves." She walked over to him before Sarah had time to protest.

"Konichiwa! Welcome to the All-American Diner. My name's Dorothy. May I take your order?"

The boy stared at the wall a while before answering, "Yeah, I'll take a big brother to go."

"Um . . . I'm sorry, but I don't think we sell that plate. I could go call Sam, our fry cook, and see if he'd be willing to fry himself for you, if you like." He just stared at the wall. "Hey . . . " Cylina said in her most comforting "Big Sister" voice, as she sat down in the booth across from the boy. "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he mumbled.

"It sure doesn't sound like nothing to me." Cylina was starting to get worried about this kid. "Sometimes, when you say what's on your mind, it makes you feel alot better."

"It's just that . . ." he sighed "my brother and I were supposed to eat lunch together today, but something came up and he didn't have time." Cylina motioned to Sarah to bring her food over.

"Well, maybe he'll have time for supper."

"No, he never has anytime for anything . . . other than work.", the boy rolled his eyes. "He says that he does it so that we'll have everything that we need." Sarah handed Cylina the burger and fries; then frowned as she gave it to the boy.

"Wow, you're lucky." The boy looked at the food, then stared at Cylina in amazement. "I'd love to have a big brother to look out for me like that."

"It's not as great as it sounds." He took a bite out of the burger.

"Well, why not? You have everything you need, right?"

"Well, yeah, but . . ."

"And your brother loves you, right?"

"Yeah . . ."

"And he hates that he had to break his lunch date with you, but he knows that it's for your own good, right?"

"I . . . guess."

"Then I think that you're the luckiest little brother in the world." She smiled. "You're alot better off than I am."

The boy stared at her, wide-eyed for a few seconds. "I . . . I never thought of it that way. Thanks, Dorothy . . . but what do you mean I'm better off than you are?"

"Well, I'm kinda short on money . . . but I'm getting along ok." She smiled even wider. "By the way, my name isn't really Dorothy," she whispered, "That's just the name I have to go by when I'm working." She rolled her eyes. "My real name's Cylina."

"Cylina . . . that's a pretty name." He was finishing the food.

"Well thank you very much."

"By the way, my name's Mokuba. How much do I owe you for the food?"

"Don't worry about it, Mokuba. It's on the house." She stood up and started clearing the table.

"Thanks." Mokuba stood up.

"No problem. Now go make up with your brother." She winked.

Mokuba smiled. "All right. Bye!"

Cylina watched him leave, then turned around to see Sarah glaring at her. "What!"

"What! It's 2:00 and you haven't even eaten yet!" she accused as Cylina payed for Mokuba's food out of her tip money. "Did you even eat breakfast?"

"I had a downut," she mumbled.

"Omigosh!" Sarah exclaimed as she went to get Cylina some more food.

Seto turned his laptop off and leaned back in his chair. Done, he thought. Maybe if I work extra today and tomorrow, I'll be able to take Friday off and bring Mokuba to that diner. He opened a drawer, pulled out the paperwork for tomorrow, and started working on it.

"Seto?" Kaiba looked up and saw Mokuba coming in. "I wanted to apologize for earlier." Seto's eyebrows shot up. "I shouldn't have gotten upset with you for not being able to have lunch with me. I know you're very busy, and I know it's not your fault that you couldn't make it. Do you forgive me?" Seto was staring at him in astonishment.

"Uh . . . yeah, Mokuba, of course I forgive you. Do you forgive me for breaking my promise?"

"Yeah." Mokuba smiled at his brother. "Why do you look so confused, Seto?" Kaiba blinked.

"I thought you would be furious with me. Why are you apologizing?"

"Well, after you told me you couldn't go to lunch, I went to that diner. I met this girl named Cylina, and I told her why I was upset. She said I was lucky to have a brother like you. The more I thought about it, the more I saw that she was right."

"Well . . . I'm glad you met her, Mokuba." Seto, still a little confused, started working on the paperwork again.

"Yeah, me too. Hey, Seto."

"Yes."

"I want to help her."

Seto looked up, "Help her with what?"

"Well, she said she was a little short on money,and yet, she still payed for my meal. She's really nice and I want to help her."

Seto raised an eyebrow. "I don't know anything about her, Mokuba."

"Well, she can come over tommorrow, and you can talk with her. You said you'd make it up to me for missing lunch." Seto smiled for the first time Mokuba could remember.

"Well . . . all right, but I'm not making any promises."

"Great! Thanks bro." Mokuba could get Seto to do just about anything for him if he wanted to, and he knew it.

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