Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh! Or any of its characters, nor do I own Sonic the Hedgehog, Poke'mon, or Fruits Basket. However, I do own Sarai. She's mine.

Seto: Again with the lesbo like statement?

Sarai: You know, Seto, I don't have to write this story about you and Kisara. I can easily turn it into a Shonenai or Yaoi.

Seto: You wouldn't…

Sonikku: Trust me, dude, she would.

Sarai: In a heart beat.

Seto: … … … have I ever told you how much I love you, Sarai?

Sarai: That's better.

I want to thank DikeyMomoJeter so much for his/her review! It wasn't much but it made my day. I'm glad you liked it and I'll update whenever I can, what with school and all…

Arigato Gozaimasu!

From around the corner of the door I watched them. Well, him, mainly. He was fumbling through paper work at a small desk on the other side of the room of the guest bed. In the guest bed held the silver haired girl we saved from a familiar gang earlier before. She had been long since unconscious, and there was no way I was going to let Seto leave her in that alleyway after I got through showing the thugs who's boss. His intentions were to just leave her there in hope that some other soul would eventually find her lying there in her bloody, bruised state. Quite frankly…

His intentions sucked.

So I made him bring her back with us to the mansion.

He had gotten so cold over the years since I had left. It was really sad. All he knew how to do now a-days was work, work, work. If only there was some way besides bugging the living snot out of him (which was actually quite fun and therapeutic) to get him out of that office or away from all that paper work. He needed someone to keep him fully occupied. My eyes drifted back over to the bed where the frail, beaten girl laid. Applying an evil smirk to my features, I whispered to the fox-like poke'mon on my shoulder, "I think it's about time we had some fun with Nii-san here, no?" I was utterly delighted when she began wagging her six tails and barked,

"Vul!"

After spending many years with my furry partner-in-crime, I knew exactly was she said every time. For the most part we could literally read each other's minds. This was mainly brought to light by the fact most all Vulpix possessed some psychic ability, and I myself had some… gifts. They weren't really gifts, actually. More like freak mutant powers. Well, at least that's what everyone thought about me when I was little. First off, I couldn't control what happened, and I was told that I would turn into this awful monster when I got mad. I wouldn't know. I never remembered anything afterwards. Secondly, birds were never afraid of me. If and when I extended my hand for them, they'd come in huge flocks and surround me. Third of all, it was hard to explain, but… I could hear voices (no I don't see dead people… hopefully). They were everywhere, haunting me every time I would come in contact with someone.

Especially Sonikku.

The whole Mobian race seemed to understand me. When I blacked out again (apparently turning into that hideous monster I failed to be conscious through), and woke up again, Sonikku, Tails, and Princess Sally were at my bedside and had become the first people in my life to tell me specifically what had occurred. There had been an attack on Knothole and I had been knocked out and taken away. That much I had remembered. And I also remembered that I woke up in Eggman's lab with his research robots prodding me with sharp objects. The last thing I myself had recalled was getting furious beyond all comprehension, then blacking out again. Sonikku told me that when he had found me I was on a blind rampage, and had ultimately destroyed the lab I was being held captive in. He told me he hadn't recognized me, however, because I wasn't human anymore. It wasn't until I returned to my normal appearances that he realized it was I. I had been a dragon.

None of the Freedom Fighters cared, though. Dragons were common on Mobius, and there were even people there who could turn into dragons on will called Ryunites. For the first time in my whole entire life, I felt completely accepted. Everyone thought I was a human Ryunite up until a year and a half later when Sonikku and I were sent on a mission to retrieve the last Chaos Emerald from Eggman's fortress. It was well known that Sonikku could transform into Super Sonic with the power of the seven Chaos Emeralds, and that Knuckles turned into Mega Knuckles, but no one thought anyone else could harness their power. And the rumors were true; Sonikku and Knuckles were the only ones that harness it. However, they weren't the only ones that could use it. My Freedom Fighter partners (Sonikku and Vulpix) and I discovered that day that I was neither a human nor Ryunite; I was reincarnate of an angel.

That, to this day, was a hard thing to grasp. And I don't show my identity much, even though Sonikku spent the next year helping me to control my powers. We even discovered some new ones. He had become my best friend, and his emotion's voice sang louder than any other person's voice in my mind. It had gotten to the point that I honed my strengths so well that I could telepathically talk to he and Vulpix. It scared me to say the least. But it didn't take me long to get over it. Mobius was filled with freaky things like this, and it had long since became my new home. Not even Japan could compete with the love I felt for that planet and its people. Sonikku and I got along so well, that King Maximillion of the Kingdom of Acorn suggested that we worked as partners. Post to that day, we were rarely seen without the other.

So now, I was pressing the speed dial number 2 on my cell phone, walking down the hall from the guest bedroom where Seto and the recovering girl were located. After I pressed send the screen flashed 'Sonikku' and 'calling now…' and soon began ringing. It didn't take long before I had him on speakerphone. He answered in his normal cocky, yet carefree, tone,

"Yo."

In the background I could hear the sound of small machine guns and engines roaring. It puzzled me at first, but then I realized he must have been playing Halo II.

"Hey, are you doing anything important right now?"

"Nothing really," he replied dully, "I'm trying to teach Kyo how to play that game you had ordered from Neo-America." ((A/N: Anything with Neo in front of it means that it's an Earthling country.)) "Where are you, dude?"

"I'm at Seto-kun's place-"

He interrupted me by scoffing, "Him again? I thought you had more friends around here than that. When are you coming home? I'm bored off my bottom 'cuz this loser is a slow leaner and I can't run anywhere.

That was right. Sonikku lost his speed when he gained a human form. I had forgotten about that. However, I soon shook this thought away when I could hear Kyo screaming in the background over a blaring siren, "Dammit! I'm not slow!"

Then there was an unmistakable crashing sound. My eyes narrowed as I listened to the sounds being played out, as I had no doubt in my mind that Kyo tried to take Sonikku on. No matter how much martial art training Kyo might have received from Shihan over the years, it was obvious that he was no match for the Mobian in disguise. I listened, as there were more crashing noises, some inaudible cursing, and then silence. Then a voice came back on the other end,

"Sorry 'bout that, Sarai. I might have… broken… the controller cord strangling him…"

There was a silence. My patience was wearing thin, so I took no time breaking it.

"Sonikku-kun, dude, just listen. We found this girl a few hours ago and I have an idea…"

"Oh god," he muttered, "Don't tell me this is another one of your "mission impossible" hook-up schemes."

I laughed at his uncanny ability to predict my intentions. Apparently, when he heard my laugh he knew that his assumption and fear was correct. I could see him frowning now…

"Great Mother of Mobius, Sarai! This is way uncool. Don't you remember the last time you tried this?"

"Yeah! And now Nakuresu-kun and Juree Su-san are not only stuck on each other, but are stuck on planning Eggman's demise along with the Freedom Fighters! Isn't it great?"

"…"

"Sonikku-kun?"

"What do you want me to do?"

'The desert had seemed endless that week. I almost thought it was until I stumbled across a village. Water, that's all I wanted from this place. Then I'd leave. I had no other place to go, but no one would ever take me in. Every village I'd ever come across hid their children, called me witch, and exiled me one way or another. That was all right. I'd decided I wouldn't be troublesome to anyone anymore, just ask for water and be on my way.

It didn't matter. They still hated me.

The moment I stepped into this village, some random peasant woman spotted me and hurried her and her children along. Then one by one stones pelted my back as I walked towards a well. Soon a man lashed me with a whip on my legs, and I fell to the hard, dirt road. My calves stung as he whipped me a second time, and even more rocks the size of pebbles that felt like boulders pelted at my skin.

"What do you want with us witch?" cried a woman from the crowd.

"Wa-water. I just want s-some wa-water, and I-I'll leave," I stuttered struggling to lift myself up.

A villager had approached me with a bucket. For a split second I had hope that this person would save me. But as usual, all that had been produced was false hope. The only thing they did was throw the bucket's contents on me and shout,

"There! There's your water! Now leave us!"

Now I was matted with dirt and blood, too weak to move, and drenched all over. I didn't think it could get any worse or out of hand than it already had. Then, to my despair, one of the villagers lifted a sharp stone shaped like a dagger and was poised to bring it down on me. I couldn't bear to watch as he thrusted it down. Mere inches away from my chest he stopped. A deep, masculine voice echoed,

"Stop! Drop your stones at once! What had this girl done to harm you?"

All the murderous people gasped and fell to their knees bowing. Many gasped "High Priest Seth!" before pressing their noses to the dirt. My body at this point was growing more and more weak by the second, and I had just enough time to look up to see my savior scooping me up before passing out.'

My eyes shot open and my body shot up. My skin and clothes were drenched in the familiar line of sweat I receive after that particular dream. It had haunted me many times before. After regaining my breath, I looked at my surroundings. I certainly wasn't anywhere I would call home. Not that it wasn't a nice room, just more than I was used to. And I certainly wasn't used to the four pairs of eyes baring into me. Over near a desk stood two boys, a girl, and on her shoulder sat a small Vulpix. We starred awkwardly at each other until my eyes landed on the older boy, and my breath lost itself. It was him. The face I had seen repeatedly in my dreams. I would recognize those good looks anywhere.

I blushed both at his glare and at my own childish thinking. Then I regained the knowledge that three others were starring at me as well when the blonde placed her fists on her hips and stated in a triumphant manner,

"Well lookie here, guys. Looks like our sleeping beauty's up." She then elbowed the eldest boy in the side and grinned, "Ne, Seto-kun?"

"Seto…" I whispered, almost too quietly for even me to hear. Much to my dismay, someone other than I had noticed it. At least, as far as I could tell. The Vulpix was starring me down, which was what was making me feel so uncomfortable. Its normally brown eyes glowed a light purple as it turned its head towards the girl. The girl brought her head up in attention before smirking to nothing in particular and nodding. Were the girl and the poke'mon speaking telepathically? It sure seemed that way.

"Shut up, Sarai," Seto scoffed, "No one asked you. Now that she's awake we can take her home already."

His tone made me flinch and stare down at my hands that were gripping at the laced sheets. Most of all it made me nervous. Even though I could not see them, I could hear someone hitting someone. Guessing it was Sarai hitting Seto, I looked up. I had been correct. Seto was holding his head from the pain trying to inch away from the Caucasian that still had her fist up incase she need to strike again. The sight made me giggle. I couldn't help it. All four of them starred at me again, before the younger boy and Sarai were laughing, too. Seto simply turned his back to us, and I instantly felt bad for laughing at him. The younger boy, still chuckling, edged over towards my placement in the room and introduced himself.

"Hajimemashite? Kaiba Mokuba desu!"

I blinked repeatedly before the fact hit me that I was being addressed. Wringing the white cloth in my hands in nervousness at the same time as smiling, I myself introduced,

"Kisara desu. Doozo yoroshiku, Mokuba-san."

My eyes wandered around the room once more. Just as I was about to ask where I was, or why I was here, Mokuba pulled up a chair beside the bed and spoke up,

"You gave us quite a scare, Kisara-san! We found you unconscious after a gang of thugs beat you up and we brought you here!"

"Oh," I said quietly. Still… "I… um… don't mean to be rude, but… ah… where is here, exactly?"

"Don't worry about being rude, girly," Sarai smiled softly, walking over as well and sitting on the edge of the bed. Her Vulpix hopped off her shoulder and sat silently beside her just on the edge. "The only one being rude is that stubborn ass over there." She motioned towards Seto, who was still standing near the paper-burdened desk facing away from us. I could tell he was probably fighting the urge to stand Sarai up, but dismissed it. "And here," she continued, which drew my attention back to her, "is one of the many guest rooms of the Kaiba mansion." She was going to continue when a cell phone rang with the "Ode of Death" from her bondage pants' pocket. She quickly undid the Velcro and pulled out a small black flip-phone with a skull cover on the cover, flipping it open. "Sohma speaking."

As she continued to talk to the person on the other end, Mokuba diverted my attention back to him, stating,

"Sono wa Sohma Sarai-nee desu. She can be pretty weird at times, but don't let her scare you. She's really nice."

I slowly nodded. The girl's looks would scare almost anyone at first. She wore her hair a low ponytail; some of it escaping near her bangs which hung low over her crystal blue eyes. Her oversized hoodie swayed low past high thigh and it possessed the image of a cat's head grotesquely cut off from it body, the place it being cut off at (the neck) bleeding profusely. In the front it read 'Mintsar Bleed' ((A/N: Mobian for Monster Blood)), obviously the name of a band from where ever she was from. Her bondage pants were even baggier than her hoodie and were loaded with chains and decorative handcuffs. They were so baggy that it was almost impossible to see the combat boots she wore underneath them. She wore heavy black make-up, only missing the lipstick to complete the look. In fact… everything was black except her hair. All the darkness only made her pale skin look even paler, a near pasty white.

Sarai hung up her cell, and placed it back in the original place in her pocket. Abruptly she stood up, and looked over to Seto. Quickly she dully rapped,

"That was Sonikku-kun. Apparently Tohru-chan is making some special dinner and they need me to go to Shigure's. She wants Moki-chan to come, too. Sorry, Seto-kun, you can't go." She grabbed Mokuba by the wrist and started leading him out as fast as she could, almost singing now, "Doozo yoroshiku, Kisara-san! Have fun you two!" The Vulpix hastened in following the two as Mokuba finally found his feet and was able to walk by himself. Seto watched in horror as the door slammed behind the three of them, what was probably the lock clicking locked, and Sarai could be heard laughing what could be possibly her loudest, most maniacal laugh.

All righty! I know this wasn't all great, but I had to 1) reveal Sarai's true identity, 2) reveal how she's gonna pull this off, and 3) have some Sonikku action in here. How Sonikku "helped" will be revealed next chapter, though it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Hopefully. I noticed my vocabulary and writing seems to be slipping. It's advanced in the beginning, but starts to slack as I go on. That's one of my weak points. If anyone needs me to explain how the Mobian language works, just tell me. It's not all that complicated, and I'll probably be using more of it later on. Now on to translations:

"Nii-san" is honorific for "older brother."

"Ne" is used at the beginning of a name to say "Right-" in question.

"Hajimemashite? Kaiba Mokuba desu!" means "How do you do? I'm Mokuba Kaiba!"

"Kisara desu. Doozo yoroshiku, Mokuba-san" means, "I'm Kisara. It's nice to meet you, Mokuba."

"Sono wa Sohma Sarai-nee desu" means "that's older sister Sarai Sohma."

Arigato to Ja ne!