A/N: And, it is finished! My first story that's not a one-shot completed! And, I know it's shorter than the previous chapter. But it couldn't be helped.

Warnings: Season 5 spoilers


Seto couldn't help but hate it all.

Getting up at such an early time wasn't that much of a problem. And he even could handle slipping into the tacky, polyester uniform. It was the simple fact of going back to school was what he hated. So much, that he came very close to calling back the secretary and telling her he had changed his mind.

But, while gritting his teeth and ordering Mokuba to confiscate this phone, Seto managed to exit the Kaiba mansion without accomplishing that feat.

Even though he was a rich teenager with many limos at his disposal, he usually preferred walking to school and Roland drove Mokuba to his school. The alone time helped him find a peace of mind as he prepared himself for purgatory.

If it was bad as he remembered, he would only finish out the quarter. If his memory made it seem worse than what it actually was, he just might complete a semester. But, to the very least, he was going to go through a week of it. Just to show everyone that he could do it. Even if it was a waste of time; sitting in a desk while the droning of a teacher tried teaching him what he already knew. But he would show everyone; Seto Kaiba was not a person to trifle with, to order around.

Maybe it wouldn't be as bad if the other students who attended there weren't complete morons. More than likely, his GPA would top them even within the time span of a day. But it wasn't an accomplishment to brag about. Most everyone there, including teachers, were such idiots that Seto could usually feel his IQ level tangibly dropping when in close proximity to them.

And, as if that weren't enough, practically every kid in that institution was so consumed with the trivialities of high school drama. It was always: this person was going out with this other person because their boyfriend broke up with them because their cheating ex-girlfriend shoplifted from the nearest mini-mall or some other kind of nonsense like that. It was completely annoying and pointless. What was it anyway? A school or tabloid center?

Seto's nostrils flared as he tried calming himself from not thinking such daunting thoughts. If he was going to get through this, he had to think positive.

He scoffed. Thinking positive? What was so positive about high school? It completely drained a person of their pride and dignity.

Then, his thoughts took a surprising yet inevitable twist when he remembered Kisara.

Should Kisara be considered as a positive aspect of high school?

No. She was just a person that he was minutely friends with. Other than that, she wasn't anything to him. And even then, they barely knew enough of each other to be considered friends!

But then, Seto remembered his dream from last night. A dream he tried forgetting like other dreams but this dream stuck out persistently.

It wasn't really like a dream, it was merely an event he remembered from being in ancient Egypt. And for some strange reason, this occurrence pressed against his consciousness urgently.

It was just before he had seen Yami- or, the pharaoh as he wanted to be called. Seto had been watching his ancient former self confront with someone who had been revealed as his birth father. And then the ancient version of Kisara had suddenly appeared to defend the ancient Seto.

But by doing so, she released the Blue-Eyes White Dragon within her and then Priest Seto's father locked it away in a stone tablet. And then, she had fallen unconscious, dead, Seto had realized.

She had sacrificed herself to protect him.

No, not him. A look-alike of him. It wasn't him.

But still, did that mean that modern-day Kisara shared the same fate as her past-life counterpart?

Seto sighed, angry at himself that he had just considered into believing the fate and destiny junk. It wasn't real. A person could chose their own destiny, just like he had. Just because Priest Seto's girlfriend died in the past didn't mean that Kisara, who wasn't his girlfriend, was going to die as well. It was completely absurd.

And if he wanted proof, all he had to do was look at ancient Priest Seto. He was the wielder of the Millennium Rod in the ancient past. Now, Seto Kaiba never came into contact with that artifact. And he never would because it was destroyed now.

And there was another factor. In ancient Egypt, the possessor of the Millennium Eye was Priest Seto's father. But now, in the present, Pegasus wasn't his father.

Seto froze for a moment. He didn't have actual proof that Pegasus wasn't his father. In fact, he didn't even know his birth father. He just remembered being dropped off at the orphanage when his parents supposedly went missing. Did that mean… ?

Seto's mouth tightened into a thin line and he kept walking again.

Of course, Pegasus wasn't his father. What was he thinking? The only woman Pegasus was with his entire life was Cecilia and she died before anything could happen.

Get a grip on yourself, Seto, he scolded himself. You start out by loathing school and before you know it, you're questioning who you're father is!

Seto was getting quite annoyed with himself with thinking such irrational thoughts.

~0~0~0~

Meanwhile, as Seto's brisk pace turned into an annoyed stalk, Kisara turned a street corner and suddenly found that Seto was ten feet in front of her. She paused, cocking her head slightly to the left wondering if it really could be him. Why wasn't he in his office? She had made sure this time that she went on the correct path toward school…

And then, she caught the blue uniform he was wearing.

A smile lit her face; he was really coming to school! She could have jumped for inexplicable joy. Now there was at least one person she knew at school.

She exuberantly twirled around and skipped the distance between her and Seto. She stopped just behind him- he hadn't noticed her yet- and tugged on his arm lightly.

He turned around to face her, stunned. And she tell could from his eyebrow-arched-expression that he had been thinking on something with a lot of concentration.

"Oh, Kisara," he said, sounding distracted. "Good morning." She returned him a huge grin as her greeting. She often times found that her smiles and expressions could communicate a lot with people.

He stared at her, a faint smile slightly twitching the corners of his mouth. But she didn't care that he tried hiding that smile, it shown so plainly to her in his eyes. Maybe other people couldn't see it there in his eyes that seemed so guarded but she definitely could.

"Would you like to walk with me to school?" he asked, gesturing toward the path in front of them. She nodded eagerly and they began to walk side by side in silence. He mostly stared at his feet. Or maybe it was the ground? Either way, he didn't face her because she was staring at him pointedly, displaying the question quite plainly on her face so he wouldn't have to have it written down for him. After a moment of her staring, he finally seemed to feel her eyes on his face as he transferred his gaze from his feet to her. He was still looking down though; she was much shorter than he was.

He sighed, able to guess the question she had.

"Let me guess," he said slowly. "You want to know why I'm coming back to school, especially after yesterday. Am I right?"

She nodded encouragingly. He sighed again; Kisara noticed he did that a lot when he was reluctant to speak.

"Well, I did some thinking after you had left. And I decided that you were right. That I should go back to school. So I called back up there and enrolled myself."

She flashed him a smile and looked ahead. It was her way of saying: "That's good." And to her surprise, Seto seemed to pick up the message; most people had a hard time with what she tried to convey.

"It's nothing to be happy about," he snapped. "It means that my progression at Kaiba Corp could slack. And I hate school. Just because I'm enrolling again doesn't mean it's a permanent effect."

She looked back him. Though he had snapped at her, he didn't seem to be mean, didn't seem to be angry. Instead he looked more annoyed but his annoyance didn't seem to be directed at her. He was so easy to read, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

Kisara arched a white eyebrow skeptically that meant: "Well that's stupid. If you don't plan on staying in school, why bother coming?"

She must have been easy to read as well because he again had no problem deciphering her expression.

"Don't give me that look," he said sharply, but not exactly a snap. "I'm just trying it out again. It doesn't hurt to get my stockholders to shut up."

Kisara shrugged. But it didn't really mean anything other than the fact she didn't understand the complexity of business responsibilities.

"Yeah, I know," he said, looking away and his voice gaining a much softer tone. "I'm not making much sense. It's okay, I didn't make much sense to myself this morning."

She rolled her eyes, smiling again. He pursed his lips as he glanced sideways at her.

"I am not crazy," he defended, translating her reaction perfectly.

She gave a soundless laugh and he sighed yet again.

"Laugh all you want," he said grudgingly and they walked in mutual silence for a few minutes. Kisara didn't mind it, she was used to silence. He, however, seemed uncomfortable with it. As if though he felt a need to converse with her to make up for her inability to speak. It didn't offend her, however. To the contrary, she found it flattering and very thoughtful of him. After a few hesitant starts, Seto finally spoke again.

"Do you know your schedule yet?"

She glanced up at him, shook her head, and shrugged.

"Oh, that's right. Yesterday was supposed to be your first day. Sorry I forgot."

Kisara shrugged again and gave a small smile to him, meaning to say: "That's okay."

"Hn," he said, a signature sigh. "You smile a lot," he noted.

She gave him a bigger smile, meaning to say: "I'm sorry," with a light and sarcastic edge.

"It's okay," he said, looking back to the ground. "I dunno. I guess I'm just a jerk is all."

She stopped walking but he didn't seem to notice as he kept going. She threw an injured expression at his back.

You're not a jerk, she thought softly.

~0~0~0~

Seto gave a huge jump of surprise.

He hadn't notice Kisara had stopped walking with his last comment. But after a few steps after that last comment, there was a small and soft voice echoing within the confines of his head.

You're not a jerk.

Though he had never heard modern-day Kisara's real voice, he was sure that was what it would sound like. He turned around swiftly and saw her injured expression.

"How did you do that?" he demanded. Her expression turned into one of confusion as she arched an eyebrow again.

"I heard your voice, just now inside my head. You said I wasn't a jerk." Her confusion transformed into that of incredulity, wide eyes growing even more wide, if it were possible. Her shoulders lifted slightly and fell. Another shrug.

They both stared at he each, frozen in shock, for a while, unable to explain what had just occurred. Because taking her widened eyes into account, he could safely say that he had indeed just guessed correctly on what she had just thought of.

With them both like that, Seto didn't notice that with the previous few extra steps, he had stepped off the curb to cross the intersection. And now he stood in the middle of this intersection, unaware of everything else besides Kisara.

And then the piercing sound of rubber tires screeching across pavement met their ears and both quickly looked up to see a car, losing control and speeding toward the intersection, aiming directly where Seto was standing.

He suddenly found that he couldn't move but was a frozen deer in headlights as the car continued to get closer.

SETO! came the same soft voice as before.

Suddenly, he was thrown out of the path of the hunk of screaming metal and he bumped his head, none too lightly, on the curb across the street.

There was the sound of a loud crash and an agonized scream, a scream that only resounded within his head. The next few heartbeats were ominously silent.

He got up, feeling that everything was intact and that there was large sore spot on his head. Still, that assessment did nothing to stop the fear he felt as he blinked and looked around.

Not too far away, he saw that the out-of-control car had managed to regain control of the breaks but not before passing over the spot where Seto had previously been.

And, a few feet in front of the car lay Kisara, not moving, and red blood staining her white hair.

He stared horrorstruck at her body, not wanting to accept what had just happened.

"Kisara!" he yelled.

No reply.

"Kisara!" he called again, more fervently, fearing the worse.

Somehow, without realizing it, he managed to regain mobility of his legs and scrambled over to her. He turned her over onto her back and saw that, for the moment, she was still alive. Her eyes were closed, too tightly to be unconscious, as if she didn't want to see anything around her. And her breathing came heavy and labored. The blood came from her head, where she had hit it on the pavement. He didn't know how the impact of the vehicle had affected the rest of her.

"Kisara," he said, only able to whisper as a thick obstruction he never felt before blocked and constricted the airways within his throat. Gently, he held her up, cradling her. Her patted her face lightly, trying to provoke a response from her.

"Kisara, open your eyes," he whispered desperately. And feebly, she did, revealing the blue sapphires they were. She was moaning a little but he didn't know what that meant.

"Seto," she whispered, no sound coming from her mouth as usual. As it was the first time they met the previous day.

"Kisara," he said, voice becoming husky and his eyes stinging with a strange feeling. "Stay with me Kisara, you'll get through this."

"Seto," she mouthed again, closing her eyes and head rolling off to the side, limp.

Seto had then just realized that a crowd of passersby had formed a large circle around them and were watching them anxiously.

"Somebody call an ambulance!" he yelled. "Somebody, please!"

His voice didn't sound like his. It sounded completely foreign to Seto, because it was so filled with emotion. Stupid emotions. They only made you feel weak like this. They made you feel like you were drowning in freezing water with fear. The fear for somebody else's life hurt like stab in the heart.

And the guilt was stronger than the rest. Guilt that he should have been the one hit, not Kisara. It his fault she was like this.

Seto didn't want these emotions. It hurt too much. But there was nothing he could do; he was only a man after all. Just a human

Someone- he didn't know who- stepped from the crowd and consoled him with the information that an ambulance had already been called and was currently on their way.

With that, Seto turned his attention to Kisara, trying to keep her conscious with the sound of his voice. Every now and then, she would confirm that she was awake with opening her eyes when she could handle it. But other than those small actions, she barely made any movemnts.

And Seto's mind couldn't help but wonder at why she had to die for him in this life when she had already sacrificed herself in the previous one. It was so unfair! She deserved a chance at life! It wasn't her job to protect him.

"Stupid Kisara," he scolded to her, feeling the wet tears stream down his face. "What did you think you were doing? You're not my guardian angel."

Her face stirred, forming, unbelievably, a peaceful smile.

But I am Seto, her voice insisted inside his head. I am your Guardian Angel.

And then, Seto could not feel her presence any more.


Sorry if you don't like the ending. But this was the ending that came out.

Yes, it is possible to cry while you type a sad story.

Please review.

And note- I like this pairing very much so I might make a new one with a happier ending.

Nuit Songeur, out!