Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, if I did I'm sure I would be rich and these wouldn't be on fanfiction.

INPORTANT: For anyone who is a first time reader, this is the third fanfic is a series. If you go to my profile page, the first story is called "A Red Rose" and the second is "A Tall Tower."

SUMMARY/SPOILERS of the other two stories (in case you're too lazy to read them):

The stories are based mostly around Seto Kaiba, Mokuba Kaiba, and Ryou Bakura. As well as my three OC's Emi, Mir, and Gwyn, who are all sisters. Since this is the last story, it's mostly going to be about Gwyn.

A Red Rose: (Based on Beauty and the Beast) Emi's father lost her in a bet when he was trying to win her a beautiful rose necklace in a poker game. Emi ended up having to work for Seto Kaiba, who had her tutoring Mokuba until they could find him a new tutor. She then ends up working for KaibaCorp because they needed someone to fill a position. Emi's father dies and her step-mother tries to send her away. Emi comes back when Seto gets trapped in an old hologram program.

A Tall Tower: (Based on Rapunzel) Because Emi is working hard at KaibaCorp, her sister Mir is getting the brunt of their step-mother's tempers. Manon (their step-mother) keeps locking her in a room on the top floor. Mir soon convinces her friend Ryou to climb up some sheets and play card games with her. Soon Mir hears about a plot that Manon is trying to help overthrow KaibaCorp with some evil businessmen (the Big 5). Mir follows them to their hide out, and while trying to save Ryou she is blinded.

During these two stories Gwyn (the youngest) has been in a play at a comedy theater where she put on her first show.

NOTE: I want to thank all my faithful reviewers! You guys are my inspiration and the reason there is a third story! I really can't put into words how amazing you all are!

Now, on to the beginning of the end… and don't worry people this will be finished AND I will try my hardest to make it as fulfilling as possible!

Edit: Thanks to Kit everything is all edited up! I LOVE YOU GIRL!

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

~Snow White

Dear Mommy,

My name is Gwendolyn Hidenka. I'm 15 and I'm in high school –

"Hey, Gwyn, my pencil just broke, can I borrow one of yours?"

Gwyn looked up from her notebook, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. Mokuba sat next to her holding up a broken pencil for her to see, an apologetic smile on his face. Gwyn tried hard not to laugh as she dug around her desk for another pencil.

"Here."

"Thanks, I owe you one," Mokuba said, winking at her. Gwyn could feel her cheeks warming up. Biting her lip, she forced herself to look down at her notebook, wishing she could think of something witty to say back. Of course nothing came out; sometimes she wondered if she was even related to her sisters Emi and Mir.

"Mr. Kaiba, I do believe I said we were quietly going to write in our journals." Their teacher stood sternly in the front of the classroom, arms folded, glaring at the boy. Mokuba winced, rubbing the back of his head.

"Woops, my bad."

Several girls behind him giggled. Gwyn went back to her writing.

Our English/Creative Writing teacher said to pick someone and write to that person each day. Basically we're supposed to write whatever comes to mind. It's supposed to help us express ourselves. I'm not very good at this creative stuff but I'm sure it'll be fun. Our teacher said we weren't going to read them out loud so we can put anything we want in them. As long as we treat it if you were talking to someone every day. Well I'm bad at talking to people but I thought since I've never really got to know you I'd write to you.

Gwyn glanced over at Mokuba who was scribbling quickly in his notebook. A girl behind him tapped him on the back. When he turned around she just went back to writing, giggling. Mokuba shrugged and went back to work.

Mokuba is my best friend, along with Chiro and Cam, of course, but I only see them at drama while I see Mokuba every day. About a year or so ago Sissy talked Seto into having Mokuba go to school instead of having him be tutored. I sometimes think that Seto will do anything Sissy asks. But, as I'm sure you know, Sissy won't ask for just anything. She hates people doing things for her. Mir says it's annoying but I think it might be a good thing, it keeps Seto on his toes. Kind of like Bakura keeps Mir on her toes.

At this Gwyn paused to laugh. Even with her blindness Mir still got as flustered as ever around Ryou. Noticing her laughing, Mokuba, who was having a hard time focusing, leaned over trying to see what she was writing. Quickly Gwyn covered her notebook with her arm, shaking her head. Mokuba stuck his tongue out at her. Gwyn giggled again as she went back to writing.

Mir has been going to this doctor every week and they are going to operate on her eyes soon. She seems pretty calm about the whole thing, for being blind and all. I know you're watching over us from Heaven, but please keep an extra eye on Mir, she needs it. In fact you can take all your attention from me onto her since nothing ever happens to me.

The girl next to Mokuba leaned over, whispering to him. Gwyn glanced up for a moment as the girl put her hand on Mokuba's. The young boy slowly pulled his hand away, saying something that made the girl laugh. Gwyn felt her stomach knot up. Biting her lip, she forced herself to go back to her notebook.

Well nothing that bad anyway. Right now I have been good and busy. My first play was a hit, we even got asked to perform it in one of the major theaters. Lots of rich people came and I even got asked to be in one of their plays! I'm not sure if I will since I like our group but, maybe the group of us can do it together. Cam's mom was saying something about that so it might be fun. Who knows.

RING! Gwen almost jumped when the bell went off. Next to her Mokuba laughed. "Hey, want to study at my place? We could order pizza and bread sticks." Gwyn nodded excitedly, getting up and gathering her books, shoving them into her large school bag. After she had shouldered the heavy bag, she turned to follow after Mokuba – who was already halfway to the door. She hadn't taken more than a few steps before she tripped. Behind her she heard one of the girls snicker, "What's the matter, princess? Your gracefulness fail you?" Gwyn stood up and – once again – shouldered her bag, not even bothering to look back. When she met Mokuba, the black-haired boy's smile faded slightly at the sight of Gwyn's red face.

"Something wrong?"

Gwyn nodded her head, making herself smile. "I'm really hungry."

"OH ME TOO! Let's go!" Reaching out to take her hand, Mokuba led her out to his limo.

Emi sighed, leaning back in her chair, rubbing her temples. Stacks of papers littered her desk. She had been taking classes to become a better… whatever it was she did. This meant that she had even MORE work to do than before. "Someday I'll just get married and never have to worry about any of this. Or maybe I could run away and live in a small house by the sea and work at a grocery store! Now THAT sounds like a relaxing idea. With all this money I'm making I should be able to buy a small house pretty soon." Speaking of relaxing, in came in the king of un-relaxation.

"We have a problem."

"Nice to see you to, Mr. Kaiba."

Seto glared at her for a moment, then went back to the paper he was looking at. Behind him, Roland shook his head. Emi wondered how the older man had been working with Seto for so long. But she had seen stranger things here at KaibaCorp. "The Siyonda Company says they will sell us a bunch of their new 3D sound prototypes if we let the boss's daughter work here for a few months."

Emi raised an eyebrow, giving Seto's second man a skeptical look. "Why would he WANT his daughter to work? If I was the father of a really rich company I wouldn't see the need to have my only daughter work."

"There's more to this than you think."

"There always is with you, Seto."

"What happened to Mr. Kaiba?"

"Sorry, Mr. Kaiba, what do you think is going on?"

"I don't know, maybe she's going to spy on the company."

Roland shook his head. "According to Mr. Shyn, his daughter has never had to work a day in her life and he wants to show her the value of what his hard work had done for her."

"Oh, it's one of those father/daughter life lesson things."

"Did your father ever do that with you?"

"No, he was never around long enough to know if I needed life lessons or not. However, I'm pretty sure I got them with his blunder of a bet." At this last remark. Emi glanced at Seto, who just acted as if he hadn't caught the vague reference to the reason why she'd first started working for him.

"We'll talk about this later in the car ride back, for now just show her around."

"Wait, she's here!"

"In the waiting room."

Suddenly, the reason Seto had even bothered to come to Emi's office all made sense. He wanted to dump the "problem child" on her lap, since he seemed to think she was good with people. Sighing, Emi stood up. "I have a ton of papers to file."

"I'll get someone else to do it for you."

"Ok… but you owe me one."

"That's funny."

Chuckling to herself, Emi walked out to the waiting room while Seto and Roland went back to work. The waiting room was like everything else is KaibaCorp: professional and up-to-date. Right now the waiting room was styled with white walls and several pictures with odd shapes that were different colors. The couches were a cream color that looked out large picture windows.

Sitting on one of these modern couches was a pretty, slim bleach-blonde. From her posture, Emi could instantly tell this girl was from good breeding. When the model-like woman turned to see Emi, she smiled with a row of perfectly white teeth.

"Hello," the woman said, her hazel green eyes sizing Emi up. This feeling of being a stock animal was not unlike the same feeling Emi had gotten when she had first met Seto. Only this time she now felt like she was always being sized up as competition.

All rich people must be alike, Emi thought to herself as she smiled back at the girl. "Hi, I'm Emiko Hidenka and I'll be showing you around today."

The woman's smile faltered slightly as she put a perfectly manicured hand on her chest. "Oh, there must be some mistake, I was told Seto Kaiba was supposed to show me around."

Emi almost laughed at the thought of Seto giving ANYONE a tour of his company. "Oh I'm sorry, Set— Mr. Kaiba is really busy right now. I'm sure you'll meet him later."

The woman gave a small twinkling laugh as if Emi had just said something really stupidly funny. "Oh we've already met…"

"Oh, ok." Emi silently wondered why she cared if Seto showed her around if she had already met her. Who would WANT to have to be with the scary CEO more than they had to be, especially since they had already met. "Well if you follow me, I'll show you where you will be working… uhhh I don't think I got your name."

"Oh of course, Tamarey Shyn." Tamarey held out her hand as if she wanted Emi to kiss it. Emi took the rich girl's hand and shook it.

"Ok, Tamarey, follow me."

Emi wasn't sure what to tell Seto as they drove back. Tamarey was definitely a strange one. A rich girl who was used to getting what she wanted. Emi was almost 90% sure that this new girl would NOT get along well with Seto. After all, Seto didn't get along very well with many people and the number of rich people he got along with was even smaller. Emi didn't get to muse over the new worker much before Seto started storming her with his questions.

"Tell me what she is like, what does she want?"

"Why didn't you show her around instead if you wanted to know what she was like?"

"You care more about people and who they are."

"You're just scared of her."

"That doesn't even deserve a reply, I just don't want to give her or her father any satisfaction in this stupid request."

"And talking to her will give them satisfaction?"

Seto didn't reply, suddenly interested in what he was working on. This always signified he was done with the conversation. Silence enveloped the car. Emi didn't care; she was used to it by now. Looking out the window her, thoughts went to her sisters and what they were going to do that night.

"We are having roast duck for dinner, should I let the cook make some for three or four more?"

Emi shook her head. "Thanks, but we are going to have girls night tonight." Seto nodded. Silence again. Emi looked up at Seto as he worked. Something had been bothering her for a while; she had tried to talk to Seto about it several times now but always lost the nerve. But this time was different; she was determined to say what she was thinking even if she didn't get the answer she wanted. "Seto?"

"Yes?"

"What are we?"

Seto was looking up at her from his laptop through his thick brown hair, an unsure frown on his face. Emi had been acting slightly strange lately, always starting a conversation then veering off into a completely different direction. It had been frustrating because he never knew what she was trying to get at. Seto liked to be in control of things and hated it when people confused him. Emi was the queen of confusing him. So when she had asked her question he was determined to find out what was bothering her. However, now that she had spoken he wasn't quite sure what she meant or wanted.

"We are humans working on comp—"

"No!" Emi said, trying hard not to laugh at his cluelessness –not that she was that surprised. "What kind of relationship are we in? I mean, you kissed me once, we are together all the time…"

"Well, we happen to work together."

"Well, we happen to eat together as well, or do you have roast duck with Roland, too?"

"Well, you're not having roast duck either."

"That's not the point."

"I don't know, do we need to put a label on it?"

"I guess not. I just don't want to do something wrong…"

"You're not."

End of conversation. Or it was for Emi. She had guessed something like this would happen. She had been doing a lot of thinking about it all and really she was ok with it. As long as Seto admitted that they didn't have a name for their relationship she knew she didn't have to worry about anything either. While she still wasn't sure their relationship was just nothing, she had this conversation to come back to if they had some argument relating to this type of thing. And they really had only kissed once, and they had both been stressed and drunk. So it didn't count for much. So it didn't matter….

Seto, on the other hand, was different. Since Emi had been thinking about this for a while now, she was ok with the outcome; this was the first time Seto had thought about it. He had never had any friends let alone a girlfriend, so he wasn't sure what the right procedure was. After all, you can't just jump into something like that; dedication wasn't something you take lightly. Then again, weren't they already acting like they were dating, as Emi had pointed out? Seto turned and looked at Emi, who was looking out the window, lost in her own thoughts. He was going to have to give this whole conversation further thought.

"You ready to go?"

Mir smiled at the sound of Ryou's voice "Yep!" Standing up, she could feel Ryou hovering over her as if she was going to fall down and break. He had been acting this way for a while now; at first it had really bugged her how he would dote over her as if she were a china doll. However, she had long since gotten use to it and now just let him take care of her without much fight. Taking her hand, Ryou was just leading her out when Satra's voice rang out.

"HEY! Before you go, my mom wants to know if you'll be coming over Friday. We're having an all-you-can-eat BBQ! Oh, and you're invited, too, Ryou."

"Sounds good, Satra, I'll let Emi know."

Since the first time Mir had met Satra, the strawberry blonde had become more animated and comfortable in public. Satra had soon become good friends with the "Duel Monster gang," as Mir called them. Satra was even trying to learn the rules of the popular game Duel Monsters, though she wasn't very good at it. But despite her popularity and new friends, the bubbly girl always told Mir that she was her best friend. 'Bestest of all bests!'

"So what do you call this?" The walk back had been a silent one until Ryou had spoken. Mir could tell something had been bothering Ryou lately, and while she had tried to ask him about it, he hadn't really given her a reason. So now that he was—hopefully—starting to open up, she wanted to try her hardest not to mess this up. Of course, she had NEVER been good with relationships. Well more like she had never had them, so she wasn't even sure if she WAS any good. Of course, Satra seemed to adore her, but then, Satra was just strange.

"Call what?"

"Our relationship."

Yep she was right, why had she even bothered to ask? Slowly she found Ryou's hand and squeezed it, trying to relay her feeling through her touch. Of course that didn't work. So much for actions speak louder than words. Who were these liars and why did they spin that crap? Taking a deep breath, she spoke, silently praying she wouldn't say the wrong thing. "You're the guy tell me."

"Well, I would like to be your boyfriend—" There was that silent "but" at the end of his sentence.

"But?"

"I… I just don't want…"

"Me? Like this? That's fine, we could talk about this after the operation."

"NO! MIR! No! I'm not even sure I can live without you… and THAT'S what scares me."

Mir frowned, completely confused now. "I… I'm… I feel the same way. In fact, you're such a big part of my life I can't even imagine my life without you. I would never hurt you, Ryou," Mir muttered, trying to find the right words. They sounded all scripted and straight out of some SUPER cheesy story book. Mentally she kicked herself. This was stupid! Why were they even talking about this?

Ryou sighed, and Mir could feel his body growing more and more tense. This wasn't good. Wasn't it supposed to go the other way? When you admitted your feelings you were relieved. You were supposed to feel free, not more confused. "I'm not worried about you hurting me—" his voice trailed off.

"Then what is it?"

"I…"

"Ryou, Look we don't have to date or anything if you don't feel comfortable with that." Mir took a deep breath. What would Emi do at a time like this? "I mean, it's not like we have kissed or anything… I just don't want to lose you or anything. Maybe we are just better as good friends."

"But… I…" He paused, gathering his thoughts, and Mir waited. She was going to wait until she got to the bottom of this. No more talking, just listening. "Ok." Or not, why wasn't he telling her? What was wrong? Frowning, Mir promised herself she would ask Emi when they had dinner. Maybe her older sister would have some insight. "So, what are you and your sisters having for dinner?"

Mir forced out a laugh, trying to make the mood light. "I have no idea. I'm surprised we even have any food at home since Seto has been feeding us every night."

Manon sat in her large arm chair, a cigarette in her mouth as she looked outside. Laughing could be heard as Mir and Ryou walked up. Taking a deep drag, Manon frowned, letting the smoke drift out of the open window as she brooded. She had been working at a night club for about a year now. It wasn't as glamorous as her job as an award-winning stage actress but it paid the bills. Bills that she shouldn't have to worry about.

Letting out an annoyed growl, Manon picked up a crumpled newspaper that lay beside her and opened it. The slow puffs of smoke started to grow into a steady stream until there was a large gray cloud around the newspaper looking a lot like a storm cloud. A picture of Gwyn smiled back at her step-mother from the cover of the paper. The headline read "The fairest of them all" in bold caption like it meant to taunt Manon. The article was even worse; it spoke of the youngest Hidenka girl as if she was some sort of prodigy.

"Don't let this young girl's size fool you. Gwyn Hidenka has a powerhouse voice that far surpasses even her step-mother at her prime. This young high school girl still has years to develop her voice and is already stunning audiences all around Japan." Growling, Manon bit down on her cigarette, causing it to break. Crumpling the paper, she threw it toward the waistbasket. The wad of paper hit the rim then fell to the floor, much to Manon's further annoyance. What else could do wrong today?

Spitting out her cigarette, Maron dumped it into the ashtray, growling some more. Life just wasn't fair. And why did it have to be that little brat? Of all people in the whole damn town? She HATED Gwyn, hated her with every fiber of her being. Of those three girls her dead husband had dumped on her, Gwyn was the one she couldn't stand to even think about. It was easy with Emi, she was older and they had always had a mutual understanding. Mir was hard and definitely got under Manon's skin, but because Mir was so outspoken, Manon had a reason to punish the middle girl. But Gwyn… sweet, innocent, stupid Gwyn! She couldn't really describe WHY she hated the girl so much, maybe it was because she was so perfect, or maybe it was because she looked so much like her dead mother Rakina. Or maybe it was just all those little things that Gwyn did every day that just set Manon off. And now this! It was too much to handle. How come someone so stupid and void of personality get so popular? She wasn't even that good for Lord's sake! People's taste sure had done down since Manon's rein.

But this wasn't the end. "No," Manon mumbled, standing up and throwing the paper in the trash. She would put an end to this madness, no matter what the cost.

"Good afternoon, Master Mokuba, Miss Gwyn."

"Your lunch is in the lounge."

"Thanks, come on, Gwyn, let's go."

Gwyn nodded to Mokbua, then flashed the maids a smile, waving at them all as Mokuba dragged her to the lounge. It still took them several moments to walk down the hall to their destination because all the servants wanted to welcome the teens home and see how their day at school had been. Gwyn ate it up; she loved hearing all the latest gossip and news from each and every servant. She had never been popular in school—more like hated— so having so many people who wanted to talk to her got her very excited.

"Gosh, you sure are popular around here," Mokuba mumbled as they finally made it into the lounge. Dumping their books onto the floor, Gwyn sat down on the couch straightening out her skirt, nodding shyly.

"I love it here, everyone's so nice."

Mokuba shrugged as he served both of them their lunch, the usual: pizza and bread sticks. Taking a bite of his food, he chewed it thoughtfully, eyeing her. His gaze was so intense it made Gwyn shiver. Emi had dubbed it the Kaiba stare; there really was no other way to describe it. You just had to sit and wait to see what was on their mind. Finally, the young boy swallowed and spoke.

"It wasn't always like this. When our step-father was around it was kind of scary around here. I used to spend all my days in my room. I was only allowed to see Seto half an hour a day—if he was good—and during meals."

Gwyn's amethyst eyes grew wide with shock and pity. The very idea of not being able to see her sisters was like the worst punishment possible. "I…I'm sorry." Mokuba shrugged off her sympathy.

"It was better than the orphanage… I guess."

Gwyn looked down at her half eaten pizza. "Is that why Seto is always so… stern?" Mokuba shrugged again, taking a bite of pizza and chewing thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I guess he just thinks he has to fix everything himself."

"Sounds like Mir and Emi."

"But he's gotten better; I think your sister has helped with that."

Gwyn smiled at the thought of her oldest sister, "She's good at helping others but not so much herself. I think your brother helps her with that." She paused for a moment, chewing. "I guess they help each other!" Mokuba laughed; the idea of Seto willingly helping something seemed funny. This, of course, brought on the image of Emi dragging Seto by the legs, kicking and screaming, "I don't want to help." When he

told Gwyn this, she doubled over, laughing so hard she almost fell off the couch.

Well I'm back. Are you all shocked that I am even keeping my promise that I would write a sequel? Well I have gotten this far so now I HAVE to finish! –Looks determinedly off into the middle distance-

However I have come to the realization that this might be one of my last fanfictions. BUT before we all shed tears of sorrow (or joy in some cases) I will still do a lot of writing for my Podcast. And I hope some of you will too! If you want information about it go to my Blog.

Speaking of the infamous blog there will be some REALLY important information there about this upcoming story as well a contest! So check it out… seriously.