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Summary: A lonely foster child is adopted into the Ishtar household. She has no memory of who she is, but someone recognises her at Domino High. Could this girl really be Amane Bakura?
Authoress' Notes: My muses are still on holidays, so I'm trying to make up for it by being creative and adding Japanese in here. The glossary thing is at the end, by the way. Oh, and see if you can pick up why Isis says 'Your name suits you,' and as always, please review!! Oh, and anyone know how Amane Bakura was supposed to die? I need it for the next chapter or so.
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Kohaku looked around her at the three boys sitting nervously. The four were waiting for the cars that would get them all away from this school, once and for all.
See, Kohaku Sayima was a girl of 14 - but she wasn't any ordinary girl. Just like the three near her, she had a special ability, and a marking to go with it. Just like the other three, she had been 'marked' in the Valley of the Kings in Egypt, underground - secretly. Just like them, she lived with the fact that she was probably not going to make it to her 18th birthday.
Mariko looked up.
"What is it?" asked Kamichiro.
"Car horn. He's here," Mariko whispered, standing and readying his suitcase.
"Which one does he want?" questioned Takumi, quietly.
"Kamichiro, you're first," motioned Mariko. Kami took a deep breath, and walked through the door, not looking back. He knew that looking back would mean he would never leave.
"Sayoonara, Dorima Kamichiro*," the remaining three chorused softly. Another car soon pulled up, and Mariko left with the same farewell.
Takumi and Kohaku looked at each other, and looked away. The two of them had never been close, not once. The next car to pull up took Takumi away, and Kohaku suddenly felt like something was missing inside of her. . . something important.
Soon, the last car spluttered into the parking lot. 'I get the run down car. . . just my luck,' thought Kohaku grimly. A man wearing a heavy blue cloak stalked into the office. Kohaku looked at him, hesitant.
"Sayima Kohaku? Your -" the attendant broke off, and the man realised with a start that she was waiting for a name, or a title or something. Something that the girl could call him.
"Just call me Rishid,"
"Thank you for taking me in, sir. I -"
"Not sir, just Rishid," he corrected gruffly.
"Sorry si - Rishid." Kohaku breathed out softly. 'Nearly blew it. . . I'll have to be more careful next time,' she thought, making a mental note to *listen* to what he had to say.
Five minutes later the papers were all signed and Kohaku was ready to go. She glanced around one final time at the place where she grew up with her amber eyes, and, swinging a cloak around her shoulders, followed Rishid Ishtar out the door.
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"Listen girl, if you're more trouble than you're worth - and trust me, this *will* happen - you'll be tossed out into the streets. Clear?" Rishid muttered once they were in the car, and on their way.
"Yes Rishid-san."
"Oh, and kid?" his voice was softer, and Kohaku looked at him. "My uh. . . brother is a bit. . . over the top, shall we say. Try not to make him angry. Stick with my sister Isis. . . she'll help you out," he gave the advice firmly, as if he knew what he was talking about. Having been in foster homes before, she knew what Rishid was talking about. Many homes had someone like the brother, someone like Ishizu and someone like Rishid (AN - He's a bit like Wolverine, isn't he? Sorry. . . watched X-Men 1.5 yesterday). As they pulled up to her new home, Kohaku's amber eyes widened in shock.
"Wow," she breathed. The house was amazing! Much fancier than anything she'd ever been in. It had three (or four) floors, for Pete's sake!! But one thing, above all, amazed her. It felt like *home*. 'Already?' she wondered. 'I've never warmed up to something this quick. . . must be getting soft.'
A young woman in her early twenties came out the front door, and embraced Rishid as he stepped out of the car.
"O-kaeri nasai**, Rishid," she greeted warmly.
"Arigato***, Isis-chan, it's good to *be* back. Where is Marik?" he asked. Kohaku felt a bit left out, and it must have showed.
"Not now, Rishid. We'll get to him later. Right now, I have someone I have to meet," she chided him gently. Turning to Kohaku, she asked her name.
"Watashi wa Sayima Kohaku desu****."
"Well, Kohaku-san. Your name suits you, I see."
"My brother named me, before he disappeared. I had no name until I was three, so he chose my name to suit me," she told Isis. 'What am I doing?' she asked herself. 'I'm never this open with someone I just met. . . who am I lately?' she wondered.
"Come inside, Kohaku-san. We will talk more, but first you have to meet my little brother, Marik." Isis beckoned for her to follow. Despite herself, Kohaku found herself warming to this woman. She just had a natural charm, something that Kohaku found mother-like. Since she couldn't remember her mother. . . well, she was compensating.
"I'm coming, Isis-san!" Kohaku laughed as she followed Isis Ishtar inside, almost running to catch up with the woman.
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Half an hour later, Isis was making calls, trying to find her little brother. Finally she hung up the phone.
"I'm sorry, Kohaku-chan. He doesn't seem to want to be found. . . you'll meet him later, I guess," Isis looked a bit irritated that she couldn't find him. 'Where is he that I can't see him?' she thought to herself. (AN - Well, duh, who else would she think to? Man, I hate it when authors do stuff like that. . . and now I'm doing it!!)
"That's alright, Isis-san. I don't mind," Kohaku told her new sister, her gaze flying about the room, trying to commit everything to memory as she usually did.
"Right then. Would you like a tour of the house? It'll give you a chance to see what we do here all day."
"Sure! I'd love to have a look around," Kohaku commented enthusiastically.
"Oh, and by the way, since today is Saturday, tomorrow we'll be going shopping for your school things. I hope you don't mind?" Isis left the question hanging, and Kohaku shook her head. A new school? This was just getting better and better. Usually her foster family made her help them out at home. Isis continued. "You'll be starting at Domino High, the closest High School. It has a good selection of electives. You'll be able to do a lot of things there. Marik, Odion and myself were all too old to go there when we moved here, but it should be good nevertheless," she smiled.
"Sounds great! I can't wait to check it out. . ." she confirmed with Isis and the older woman beckoned as she walked out of the room.
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An hour later, everything was looked at by Kohaku. She collapsed onto her new queen-size bed, absolutely contented. There were a few hours until dinner, so she had time on her hands to do whatever she wanted. She decided to jump on the computer and check her emails. Kamichiro was online, and she chatted to him for a while about their new families. Kami was happy with who he got, they were treating him well. Apparently he had already got a call from Takumi, and he was well too. Mariko was the only one to not have been contacted. Kohaku found out that they were all in the same area, and going to go to the same High School. Takumi and Kami's families were cousins distantly, so they would easily be able to chat to one another.
Amber_Eyes: ill try and find mariko in the ph book. itd be good if we knew his family, tho
Darka_Baka: i no. wish id thought t ask him
Amber_Eyes: cant be helped
Darka_Baka: hey! takumi just cam online! ill invite him
Amber_Eyes: ok
Artiste: hi kohaku
Amber_Eyes: hi takumi
Darka_Baka: hi? guys, come on. . . u can do beta than that
*Amber_Eyes has left the conversation*
It was time for dinner, and besides. . . she didn't really want to talk to Takumi.
"Hurry up, Kohaku-chan or it'll get cold!"
"I'm coming! Just shutting everything down." As the lights flickered, Kohaku decided to leave the computer on. She clambered downstairs, and 'yummed' at the beautiful aroma wafting in from the kitchen. "OK, I'm here."
"Good. Now, can you set the table? Just chopsticks - it's Mongolian Chicken and rice," Isis called.
"My favourite!" Kohaku smiled as she set the table hurriedly.
"I know. That's why I made it," Isis grinned.
"Great!" This banter carried on for a few minutes, until Isis yelled at Rishid to 'get his butt down there' and 'start the meal' (AN- creative license. . . don't you just love it?). Rishid hurried down the stairs and sat. Kohaku plonked herself across from him, next to an empty seat.
"You're willingly going to sit next to Marik-kun when he gets back?" grinned Rishid.
"Is that bad?" she asked, confused. Isis shook her head.
"No, of course not. You'll be fine, just watch out for snide comments about table manners," grinned Isis.
"I think I can handle that," smiled Kohaku.
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Dictionary:
Sayoonara, Dorima Kamichiro: Basically: Good bye, Kamichiro Dorima.
o-kaeri nasai: Welcome back!
Arigato: Thanks to you, or thank you.
Watashi wa Sayima Kohaku desu: My name is Kohaku Sayima.
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Authoress' After Notes: Well, what do you think? Please review. I'm lonely without Casey, Jaelin and even Zared. . . wow, never thought I'd say that. Please review!!
Summary: A lonely foster child is adopted into the Ishtar household. She has no memory of who she is, but someone recognises her at Domino High. Could this girl really be Amane Bakura?
Authoress' Notes: My muses are still on holidays, so I'm trying to make up for it by being creative and adding Japanese in here. The glossary thing is at the end, by the way. Oh, and see if you can pick up why Isis says 'Your name suits you,' and as always, please review!! Oh, and anyone know how Amane Bakura was supposed to die? I need it for the next chapter or so.
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Kohaku looked around her at the three boys sitting nervously. The four were waiting for the cars that would get them all away from this school, once and for all.
See, Kohaku Sayima was a girl of 14 - but she wasn't any ordinary girl. Just like the three near her, she had a special ability, and a marking to go with it. Just like the other three, she had been 'marked' in the Valley of the Kings in Egypt, underground - secretly. Just like them, she lived with the fact that she was probably not going to make it to her 18th birthday.
Mariko looked up.
"What is it?" asked Kamichiro.
"Car horn. He's here," Mariko whispered, standing and readying his suitcase.
"Which one does he want?" questioned Takumi, quietly.
"Kamichiro, you're first," motioned Mariko. Kami took a deep breath, and walked through the door, not looking back. He knew that looking back would mean he would never leave.
"Sayoonara, Dorima Kamichiro*," the remaining three chorused softly. Another car soon pulled up, and Mariko left with the same farewell.
Takumi and Kohaku looked at each other, and looked away. The two of them had never been close, not once. The next car to pull up took Takumi away, and Kohaku suddenly felt like something was missing inside of her. . . something important.
Soon, the last car spluttered into the parking lot. 'I get the run down car. . . just my luck,' thought Kohaku grimly. A man wearing a heavy blue cloak stalked into the office. Kohaku looked at him, hesitant.
"Sayima Kohaku? Your -" the attendant broke off, and the man realised with a start that she was waiting for a name, or a title or something. Something that the girl could call him.
"Just call me Rishid,"
"Thank you for taking me in, sir. I -"
"Not sir, just Rishid," he corrected gruffly.
"Sorry si - Rishid." Kohaku breathed out softly. 'Nearly blew it. . . I'll have to be more careful next time,' she thought, making a mental note to *listen* to what he had to say.
Five minutes later the papers were all signed and Kohaku was ready to go. She glanced around one final time at the place where she grew up with her amber eyes, and, swinging a cloak around her shoulders, followed Rishid Ishtar out the door.
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"Listen girl, if you're more trouble than you're worth - and trust me, this *will* happen - you'll be tossed out into the streets. Clear?" Rishid muttered once they were in the car, and on their way.
"Yes Rishid-san."
"Oh, and kid?" his voice was softer, and Kohaku looked at him. "My uh. . . brother is a bit. . . over the top, shall we say. Try not to make him angry. Stick with my sister Isis. . . she'll help you out," he gave the advice firmly, as if he knew what he was talking about. Having been in foster homes before, she knew what Rishid was talking about. Many homes had someone like the brother, someone like Ishizu and someone like Rishid (AN - He's a bit like Wolverine, isn't he? Sorry. . . watched X-Men 1.5 yesterday). As they pulled up to her new home, Kohaku's amber eyes widened in shock.
"Wow," she breathed. The house was amazing! Much fancier than anything she'd ever been in. It had three (or four) floors, for Pete's sake!! But one thing, above all, amazed her. It felt like *home*. 'Already?' she wondered. 'I've never warmed up to something this quick. . . must be getting soft.'
A young woman in her early twenties came out the front door, and embraced Rishid as he stepped out of the car.
"O-kaeri nasai**, Rishid," she greeted warmly.
"Arigato***, Isis-chan, it's good to *be* back. Where is Marik?" he asked. Kohaku felt a bit left out, and it must have showed.
"Not now, Rishid. We'll get to him later. Right now, I have someone I have to meet," she chided him gently. Turning to Kohaku, she asked her name.
"Watashi wa Sayima Kohaku desu****."
"Well, Kohaku-san. Your name suits you, I see."
"My brother named me, before he disappeared. I had no name until I was three, so he chose my name to suit me," she told Isis. 'What am I doing?' she asked herself. 'I'm never this open with someone I just met. . . who am I lately?' she wondered.
"Come inside, Kohaku-san. We will talk more, but first you have to meet my little brother, Marik." Isis beckoned for her to follow. Despite herself, Kohaku found herself warming to this woman. She just had a natural charm, something that Kohaku found mother-like. Since she couldn't remember her mother. . . well, she was compensating.
"I'm coming, Isis-san!" Kohaku laughed as she followed Isis Ishtar inside, almost running to catch up with the woman.
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Half an hour later, Isis was making calls, trying to find her little brother. Finally she hung up the phone.
"I'm sorry, Kohaku-chan. He doesn't seem to want to be found. . . you'll meet him later, I guess," Isis looked a bit irritated that she couldn't find him. 'Where is he that I can't see him?' she thought to herself. (AN - Well, duh, who else would she think to? Man, I hate it when authors do stuff like that. . . and now I'm doing it!!)
"That's alright, Isis-san. I don't mind," Kohaku told her new sister, her gaze flying about the room, trying to commit everything to memory as she usually did.
"Right then. Would you like a tour of the house? It'll give you a chance to see what we do here all day."
"Sure! I'd love to have a look around," Kohaku commented enthusiastically.
"Oh, and by the way, since today is Saturday, tomorrow we'll be going shopping for your school things. I hope you don't mind?" Isis left the question hanging, and Kohaku shook her head. A new school? This was just getting better and better. Usually her foster family made her help them out at home. Isis continued. "You'll be starting at Domino High, the closest High School. It has a good selection of electives. You'll be able to do a lot of things there. Marik, Odion and myself were all too old to go there when we moved here, but it should be good nevertheless," she smiled.
"Sounds great! I can't wait to check it out. . ." she confirmed with Isis and the older woman beckoned as she walked out of the room.
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An hour later, everything was looked at by Kohaku. She collapsed onto her new queen-size bed, absolutely contented. There were a few hours until dinner, so she had time on her hands to do whatever she wanted. She decided to jump on the computer and check her emails. Kamichiro was online, and she chatted to him for a while about their new families. Kami was happy with who he got, they were treating him well. Apparently he had already got a call from Takumi, and he was well too. Mariko was the only one to not have been contacted. Kohaku found out that they were all in the same area, and going to go to the same High School. Takumi and Kami's families were cousins distantly, so they would easily be able to chat to one another.
Amber_Eyes: ill try and find mariko in the ph book. itd be good if we knew his family, tho
Darka_Baka: i no. wish id thought t ask him
Amber_Eyes: cant be helped
Darka_Baka: hey! takumi just cam online! ill invite him
Amber_Eyes: ok
Artiste: hi kohaku
Amber_Eyes: hi takumi
Darka_Baka: hi? guys, come on. . . u can do beta than that
*Amber_Eyes has left the conversation*
It was time for dinner, and besides. . . she didn't really want to talk to Takumi.
"Hurry up, Kohaku-chan or it'll get cold!"
"I'm coming! Just shutting everything down." As the lights flickered, Kohaku decided to leave the computer on. She clambered downstairs, and 'yummed' at the beautiful aroma wafting in from the kitchen. "OK, I'm here."
"Good. Now, can you set the table? Just chopsticks - it's Mongolian Chicken and rice," Isis called.
"My favourite!" Kohaku smiled as she set the table hurriedly.
"I know. That's why I made it," Isis grinned.
"Great!" This banter carried on for a few minutes, until Isis yelled at Rishid to 'get his butt down there' and 'start the meal' (AN- creative license. . . don't you just love it?). Rishid hurried down the stairs and sat. Kohaku plonked herself across from him, next to an empty seat.
"You're willingly going to sit next to Marik-kun when he gets back?" grinned Rishid.
"Is that bad?" she asked, confused. Isis shook her head.
"No, of course not. You'll be fine, just watch out for snide comments about table manners," grinned Isis.
"I think I can handle that," smiled Kohaku.
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Dictionary:
Sayoonara, Dorima Kamichiro: Basically: Good bye, Kamichiro Dorima.
o-kaeri nasai: Welcome back!
Arigato: Thanks to you, or thank you.
Watashi wa Sayima Kohaku desu: My name is Kohaku Sayima.
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Authoress' After Notes: Well, what do you think? Please review. I'm lonely without Casey, Jaelin and even Zared. . . wow, never thought I'd say that. Please review!!