Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating the empty streets for a split second. The booming thunder drown out all sounds for a moment. The rain soaked any poor soul who happened to be out, while the wind roared. This was considered one of the worst storms ever to hit Domino City. Half of the city was left in the dark as a result of the downed power lines. The streets were now a raging river, and all homeless shelters were full beyond their capacity.

The rain had started early that morning and was now going late into the night, with no sign of letting up. One lone figure could be seen walking through the streets, his car having broke down a few blocks away. His coat did nothing to keep him dry. He walked briskly in a hurry to get home. He looked ahead as another flash of lightning lit up the sky. He could see a figure outside one of the stores, sitting hunched over.

The man's pace quickened slightly. As he approached the figure, the head rose. The man stopped next to the figure. As the lightning flashed once more, ice met steel as their eyes locked. Even if he yelled, the man could not be heard over the storm. He hesitated for a moment before holding his hand out. The figure didn't hesitate to take the hand. The man pulled the person to their feet and motioned too follow him. They made their way quickly through the storm.

The man opened a large gate that led up to his residence. The figure following close behind. He gracefully unlocked and opened the door in one fluid motion. The two stepped into the brightly lit home and the man closed the door. Now indoors, it was much easier to be heard when speaking.

The man said nothing but took off his coat and shoes, ignoring the figure behind him. It was difficult to tell if it was male our female, for the figure was heavily covered with heavy, worn coats. There were rags around the face, probably to keep warm, and a fisherman's hat on top of the head. The hands were covered with several pairs of gloves, all with holes in them. The pants were immensely baggy, suggesting the figure underneath was very thin. The feet were bare and noticeably dirty, although the rushing water had washed away the mud from them. The size of the feet revealed the figure to most likely be a woman.

"Thank you very much," came a young woman's voice, as she pulled the wet rags from her face. "Don't mention it," the man replied, "to anyone. I mean it". The woman took off the hat to reveal her face. "Of course not," she said, smiling, "we wouldn't want people knowing you have a heart, now would we, Mister Kaiba?"

Well, there's the beginning. I don't really have a name for the woman yet, so, as with my other story, I will let my readers pick a name. Hope you will like this story as much as my readers like my other one!