Beauty

In the following morning, Mokuba tried to wake Kisara up by nudging her. He whispered closely next to her pillow, "Wake up."

He noticed quickly that Kisara is a heavy sleeper, so he disappeared into the other room only to come back with a small blow horn. He sounded off a burst from the horn and Kisara jolted out of the bed. Her sudden shock caused the lights in the room to flicker and short out, as well as Seto's computer. Seto leaned his forehead on one hand frustration.

"Mokuba, why did you do that?"

"I didn't mean to scare her, I was just trying to wake her up."

Kisara drowsily sat up on the floor and draped her arms over the edge of the bed.

"Really? A blow horn?"

"I keep it around in case I need to wake Seto. Besides, we're ready to go out and you still require more site seeing."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. What time is it anyways?"

"10:34"

"Whoa, why so late?"

"We wanted you to sleep. Today we can go to the market."

"The market?"

"Yeah."

"Well, ok."

It takes Kisara several minutes to get ready. When she comes out, she is wearing a white tank top with blue graphics, denim shorts, and classic converse sneakers. She thought the outfit was simple, but it was proven otherwise when Seto's expression was frozen in interest.

"I got what I could at the mall yesterday, unfortunately I've never been good at planning outfits."

Seto turned around and headed for the door, "It's fine, let's just go."

Soon, the limo parked close to the market. Tons of sales and attractions were occurring down the street. Kisara and Mokuba walked down the street, full of enthusiasm while Seto stayed silent and trailed behind them. Seto couldn't help but notice how well Mokuba and Kisara got along. As he continued to carefully watch them, he discovered an expression on his brothers face that he never noticed in a long time. It was sheer happiness, it was the kind of happiness that he remembered from when him and Mokuba were younger. Before they were with Gozoboro, before the orphanage, before they were orphaned. Until now, Seto believed that he was the only one could make Mokuba truly happy. Sacrificing almost everything to get the best of Gozoboro so that they could live a more tranquil life.

His mind wanders and everything around him feels as if it slowed down.

'Neither Kisara or Mokuba are bothered with buying anything. They are just enjoying the moment.'

Seto slowly realizes that Kisara's presence is enough to make Mokuba happier than he's ever been. No money or luxuries involved. A small gush of wind passes through and lightly pushes Kisara's hair up. Strands of beautiful white hair wisp around and Seto was close enough to catch the details in her hair. Not one hair was splintered, discolored, or a different shade of white. It was pure. For a moment, he was caught in the flow of her hair. He thought about what Kisara had said earlier.

'Am I capable of being happy without the company, money, or anything?…'

Lost in his thought, an image flashes in his head. In the image he sees himself facing three children. He feels that he is protecting something, or maybe someone. He assumed he was protecting Mokuba, but the situation feels so unfamiliar to him. He feels that whatever he was protecting wasn't Mokuba. Who?…

Seto immediately stopped in his tracks, suddenly realizing that he may have experienced a repressed memory.

'Was that just… a memory? From the orphanage? This feeling…'

His heart thumped in his chest. He felt anxious, almost like he had forgotten something very important.

"Seto? Are you alright?"

Seto snapped back to reality, Kisara and Mokuba looking at him worried.

"Bro, did you get any sleep last night?"

"I'm fine."

As they continued down the street, one final thought came into his mind, 'I don't know much about triggered memories, but… No. It was probably something I had forgotten."

A tense feeling lingered in the pit of his stomach. A woman in the window of a dress shop was putting the finishing touches with a dress on a manikin when she spots Kisara through the window pane as she passes by.

"Oh my word! Leroy, come here!"

"What is it?"

"Look-at-her."

"Oh my goodness, I know what you're thinking!"

They both race out of the store and intercept Kisara, Mokuba, and Seto, "Hello my dear! I'm so sorry to impose, but may we request that you model for us?"

Kisara was a little baffled from their random request, "Umm…excuse me?"

"You have such a beautiful figure, and your hair is so unique and lovely that you may just may make our dresses look amazing. We'll give you compensation."

"I'm sorry. I can't…"

"Can we at least put you in one dress? We'll offer you half price on a future dress, including one of our wedding dresses."

"Wow, you're a bit persistent."

"Oh, we know a lovely young woman when we see one."

"Well, the thing is…I've never been in a dress before."

"Oh! You poor thing! This could be your first experience then. One dress won't hurt."

Kisara looked back at Mokuba. Seto grumbled, feeling a bit annoyed, "Do we really have time for this?"

Mokuba encouraged the situation, "I don't see why not. We have more than enough time."

"I was hoping not to spend it in a dress shop."

They shuffled Kisara into the dress shop with excitement. Seto following far behind. Both the man and woman ushered Kisara through a set of curtains, "Right this way dear. It should take about 20 minutes to put on a dress. Now that I think about it, I have in mind."

Several minutes passed since Kisara was taken behind the curtains, Seto started to impatiently rub his fingers against his temple, "What's taking them so long…How long does it take to put on a dress?"

Seto stared out of the window trying to calm down his irritation. Then finally, someone came out from behind the curtains, the guy held aside the curtain, "Here she is, doesn't she look stunning?"

Seto heard Mokuba awe in amazement, "Whoa."

Seto decided to take a look, 'What's the big deal, it's just a dress…'

Every thought in his mind freezes and his eyes grow wide as Kisara gently strides to the middle of the podium. Silky folds of the soft off-white fabric flow behind her and curve around her figure as she turns toward Mokuba and Seto. Silver embroider decorates the white colored dress. A gentle V slightly shows soft skin around her shoulders and chest. Her hips and bust perfectly mold with the dress. Her sleeves are a translucent silver embroider that travel to her elbows.

Embroidered lace outlined the silvery folds on the bottom part of the dress. A small pearl necklace sits around the base of her neck. Charming white waves of hair trace down her back and around her shoulders.

Seto intently took notice of how the sunlight reflected off of Kisara's pure white hair and silver dress. For that brief moment, the loveliness that illuminated from Kisara almost made Seto melt where he was sitting. He felt stunned when she looked at him with her electric blue eyes. He realized that her eyes were so blue, that the dark part of her eyes were overwhelmed. Out of excitement from the experience, Kisara flashed the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

Seto knew that her features were unique and enchanting. He hadn't expected that she could be more charming and lovely as she already was. Seto played with the thought that Kisara could literally pull off being a deity.

Kisara nervously swung her arms back and forth, "So…what do you guys think?"

Seto hadn't realized until now that his posture was leaned forward the whole time he was looking at her. He immediately regained his normal posture and crossed his arms in front of his chest, "It's fine."

Mokuba smiled gleefully at Kisara, "I think you look amazing! You look really good in that dress."

Kisara smiled, "Thank you."

The woman in the shop pats out any wrinkles in the dress, "Yes, most definitely. If only your mother were here to see this. Some people say that a mothers biggest pride is to see her daughter in a wedding dress."

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the room dimmed and Kisara's expression darkened. The woman behind her raised her head to the window, "Wow, the sun went away pretty quick. I think there may be rain today."

As the woman continued to admire the dress, Seto noticed Kisara's expression. He could tell that she was drastically trying to hold something in. Then, Kisara couldn't help but let loose a few tears.

"I'd like to take this dress off now."

"Are you sure dear?"

"Please..."
"Well, alright. Back this way."

As soon as Kisara came back out, they walked back out into the street, the two dress shop owners waving to them, "Thank you! Come back soon!"

As they started walking, Kisara walked slower from being caught in a mess of her own thoughts. Mokuba walked further ahead to check out more shops. Seto walked up next to her, "I saw that."

Kisara looked up at him a little alarmed, "You saw what?"

"When that woman mentioned your mother in the shop. I saw the expression on your face. I'm going to guess that you lost your mother."

Kisara stops walking and frowns at Seto, "Yeah, so what? It was a long time ago, I'd rather not try to remember."

Kisara didn't notice the tears rolling down her face. Seto calmly stared at her, "If you keep doing that to your self, it's just going to get worse."

Kisara became a little defensive, "What do you mean?"

"The more you try to push the memory away, the harder the toll is when you do remember. I went through this phase when our parents died. Let me guess, you have dreams about her? As if your brain wants to keep replaying how and why she died?"

Kisara grimaced at this confrontation, "Please…stop."

"Eventually the pain lessens and what's left is a painless memory."

Kisara winced her eyes, "Stop!"

Some people stopped and looked in confusion.

"I'm sorry…I can't…I'm not strong enough."

Seto continued to look at Kisara, but she refused to look back at him. Then it started to rain. Mokuba ran up to them, "Hey guys! I think it's time to leave."

They all went back to the limo and headed back for the Kaiba Corp. building. On the way there, lightning flashed through the sky. A pain aches in Kisara's chest and she can almost feel every bolt of lightning in the sky.

Mokuba put his hands on the glass, "Whoa, did you guys see that? That was cool."

Kisara faces towards Seto, "I promised you another transformation, remember?"

"You really want to do that now?"

Kisara nodded, "Yes. Now is perfect."

"Very well. Drive us to the duel dome."

The driver makes a wide turn into another street, "Yes Mr. Kaiba."

On the drive, Kisara watched the rain drops slide across the window. When they arrived at the duel dome, Seto secured all of the domes shutters and doors. Seto, Mokuba, and Kisara then stood in the area where the few stadium lights stayed lit.

"Is there any way you can open the roof of the stadium?"

Mokuba had a wireless set of controls in his hand, "Sure."

As the stadiums roof slowly opened up, lightning flashed across the sky in the midst of thousands of rain drops. Mokuba staggered back, "Are you sure this is safe?"

Kisara gave him a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, it's safe."

She removed loose clothing and faced directly towards the sky. She closed her eyes and basked in every raindrop that hit her face. Kisara concentrated her focus towards the lightning in the sky. In an instant, a bolt of lightning cracked down and Kisara absorbed every bit of electricity. Mokuba covered his ears and yelped from the lightning bolt striking so close to them. His heart raced in his chest as his mind wanted to assume that she had died. Seto continued to stare intently at Kisara, not missing a single detail. Her transformation began to unfold before him once again.

Natural lightning was the purest and most cleansing form of energy to Kisara. As her nails and teeth grew jagged, her eyes glowed a radioactive, electric blue.

Mokuba and Seto stood frozen as they took note of her changes. Glowing white wisps consumed her body and grew into a massive form of white light. Wisps of light receded and a full grown Blue Eyes White Dragon stood before Seto and Mokuba.

Kisara lowered her head down and Mokuba walked up to her and touch her hood.

"This is so cool! How awesome would it be if we could play dragon rider right now?"

"In the middle of a lightning storm? I don't think so."

Kisara turns around and takes the opportunity to practice her flying around the stadium. She spreads her imposing wingspan and lifts off the ground with a powerful flex of her wings leaving dust and small particles of debris blown into small clouds. Mokuba and Seto watch in wonder as the Blue Eyes White Dragon circles the stadium. She circles many times with impending speed and tests her maneuverability. With as much grace as she has force, Kisara folds in her wings and dips towards the ground. Expanding her wings like a parachute and lands on the ground. She paused and looked up at the sky, as if studying something. She starts to transform back, then her human form walked over to her discarded clothes.

"That's it? Is there something wrong?"

Kisara walks over to them as she finishes putting her last bit of clothing on.

"Well…it's just that…I can't fly out of the dome because of the chance of being seen. Not being able to fly in a vast area makes it seem pointless to stay transformed. Flying is the best part of being transformed; just to feel the whole sky around you. It's freedom. "

Kisara glances back to Seto and Mokuba. Mokuba gave Kisara a concerned look, "Are you used to always flying?"

"Yeah, but it's alright. As soon as I get word that I'm able to return home. I'll be able to fly as much as I want."

Kisara tried to smile, but her expression showed that she was worried, 'It's been too long, they could at least try to keep me updated on what's happening. Unless…'

Sunlight starts to shine across the vacant stadium showing that the rain stopped. Kisara studies the pure white clouds rolling across the sky, 'I hope that's a good omen…'

A sudden grumbling sound gets all of their attention and evidence points to Mokuba as he holds his stomach, "Sorry, I guess it's gotten pretty late. Perhaps we should head home. It has been more than a few hours by now."

They all make their way back to the limo and go back to Kaiba Corp.

Mokuba, Kisara, and Seto walked through the entrance of the building, the secretary immediately lifts herself from her chair.

"Mr. Kaiba, you have visitors. They insisted that they wait for you in your office, so I sent some sentinels up with them in case they were to do something suspicious."

As Seto's demanding demeanor approached the woman, she timidly sat back down.

"What did they look like?"

She placed a finger on her chin in thought, "Well…the man kind of looked like some kind of monk, bald, and kind of old. Then the woman had shoulder length black hair…."

"Master Zou and Sera!"

Seto and Mokuba looked at Kisara in surprise. It seemed as if she stopped breathing from immense shock and relief, she dashed for the elevator. Mokuba started after her.

"Kisara, wait for us!"

On the way up to Seto's office, Kisara stared at the elevator doors anxiously. Seto could see the excitement in her expression and he placed a hand on her shoulder, Kisara looked up to him. His expression told her to relax, so she tried. Her nerves still went wild. When they felt the elevator come to a stop, the doors opened and Kisara was the first to speed into the office. Her eyes scanned furiously for Zou and Sera. Almost instantly she spotted them standing beside the large pane window. Sentinels stood around the room. Kisara could feel her eyes tear up and she ran past two sentinels and deeply hugged Sera. Kisara joyfully cried into her shoulder.

"I'm so happy to see you guys!"

Sera hugged Kisara back. As Zou approached, Kisara straitened back up. Her tone became anxious, "Master Zou, what of the others? What about Zenzo?"

He folded his arms in his sleeves, "There's a great deal to discuss."