A.N. Hey there! Sorry I couldn't say anything before the first chapter – my technological illiteracy is so stunningly pathetic that I actually had to ask Jou-san if he'd do it… +sweatdrops+ Anyway, since I didn't get to say it before, welcome to the first solo fic I've done on this site! I really hope everyone likes it, and I also hope all you readers are kind enough to tell me how much (or how little – I'm being realistic here) you liked it. Enjoy!

ch.2: Enter, Wind Dragon

3rd person

A lone girl stood on the deck of the ship, seemingly immune to the afternoon sun's harsh brightness as she stared intently ahead. When a port finally came into view, she gripped the rail tightly, leaning slightly over it. At last, for better or worse, she had arrived.

"Ms. Kaiba!" a sticky-sweet, slightly taunting voice trilled on the wind.

It took Krystal a moment to realize that it was she who was being called, and turned, seeing one of the other passengers striding up to her. This was the captain's daughter, a tall, curvy, blonde-haired and brown-eyed girl Krystal's own age who flirted with every man on board, no matter their age. She was a stark contrast to Krystal, who's rebellious black hair was tied in a ponytail in the middle of her head to expose her piercing dark blue eyes. She had no curves to speak of, unlike this girl, and was grateful – they would only get in the way when she needed to fight or run. Remarkably, despite her rough upbringing, her face was unmarked by scars or broken bones; her face seemed too kind and delicate for her lifestyle, though her mouth was set in a stubborn line. She crossed her arms, wondering what this narcissist possibly wanted with her. "What, Arisu?"

Arisu's darkly tanned skin, acquired from spending so much time on her father's boat, seemed to set of the dazzling smile of her perfectly bleached teeth. "I just wanted to say goodbye." she said, mocking sadness as her white skirt and sleeveless shirt fluttered in the breeze, her sandals slapping the deck every time she moved her feet.

"And good riddance." Krystal replied, standing firm in her dark blue jeans, white running shoes, and grey shirt with black three-quarter sleeves.

"Now, now, Krissie, be nice." Arisu scolded, again with a condescending tone in her voice. Krystal shuddered – she hated that nickname! "Haven't I been just the nicest person to you? Wasn't it me who convinced Daddy to let you on board in the first place?"

Krystal thought she might be sick if she stayed in this girl's presence any longer. "I need to get my bag." she snarled through clenched teeth, glaring up at Arisu in a direct challenge. Without waiting for a response, Krystal shoved past her, storming off towards her cabin. However, before she made it out of earshot, she heard a muttered "freak," as Arisu walked away as well.

Krystal's hands shook – she wasn't a freak! She just hadn't grown up with everything handed to her, like Arisu had. Testament to that was her bag: a small, worn backpack which held nothing more than a few sets of clothes, personal hygiene essentials (toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and deodorant), and one of the two mementos she had been given upon her departure from Kenoshu. The other hung around her neck, hidden under her shirt. She wondered vaguely if there would be someone to pick her up, and how she'd recognize them if there was. She doubted there wouldn't be – the ship wasn't early or anything, and she wouldn't possibly be allowed to wander the city by herself.

Apparently, though, that's what she would have to do. The ship had docked and passengers were getting off, but no one had come forward to claim her yet. She grew annoyed, feeling like she was no more than a forgotten piece of luggage. 'Some punctuality this Kaiba guy has, forgetting to come! And I'm related to him?' She growled softly, forcing herself to settle down and be patient. Maybe traffic was bad and he was running late, or something. She glanced at a large clock which stood near the end of the pier; it read twelve noon.

By one o'clock, Krystal was thoroughly fed up. It was obvious that no one was coming. Growling, she snatched up her bag, slung it over one shoulder, and stalked off down the pier.

A harsh buzzing startled Kaiba out of his unplanned nap, almost causing him to fall over in his chair. Gods, he was out of it, he realized as the indentations in his face from the keyboard slowly filled themselves out. He still hadn't gotten a beginning for his game, and now he had a headache.

He glared at the clock, smacking it rather harder than was necessary to shut it off. It had merely been proclaiming the hour – three o'clock. Kaiba frowned. Why did he feel as though he'd forgotten something? Something he should have done at noon or so...

His eyes widened. "Kuso!!!" he snarled, practically leaping from his seat before bellowing for Mokuba.

The summons crashed from his mouth, almost seeming to reverberate in the large room. Thick as the walls and doors were, the entire house felt like it shook from the force. Mokuba poked his head in the door just as the last syllable of his name left his brother's mouth. "What is itani?"

"Get some shoes on and tell Reginald to get ready." Reginald was the chauffeur, one of Kaiba's oldest and most loyal servants. "We've got to hurry – Krystal arrived three hours ago!

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Well, there was chapter two! I swear I'll try and figure out how to fix all the errors in chapter one, but for now, onward! Reviewers get brownies, flames will be used in place of my own to roast marshmallows, and people who didn't like it but review politely anyway get extra chocolate brownies!