Ren could hardly stifle a gasp as she entered a marvelously decorated room
of gold and crimson, blood seeming to stain the sheets and carpet, walls
and curtains, with beautiful gold trim lining the doors and corners on the
room. A large bed laid in front of her, its elegance so inviting after
being woken up early from her much needed slumber. 'No' she ordered her
self. No way. She needed to tend to Mokuba, and get to know the house. She
sighed, yearning away from the inviting rest that lured her, and squatted
to face Mokuba at eye level. "Is there anything I need to know? Do you have
an obsession with burning things, or will you flush my pet Gerbil down the
toilet?" Mika said with a smirk. Mokuba giggled at his new baby sitter's
humor. At least she wouldn't be like Ingrid, the one he had had last year.
He Grimaced. This reminded him too much of 'The Sound Of Music' that he had
hated, but sat through to make Seto think he had like the movie he picked
out for him, when big brother didn't even like the movie himself. He looked
at her face.
What was her name? Ren. Somehow it rang a bell. The name he remembered so strongly, from where he did not know. Mokuba's eyes widened. He remembered something, only a millisecond of it. Crimson hair laying over him as her cried, a cold breeze chilling him in a creaky, noisy, drafty building full of screaming children. Kind scarlet and black eyes looked upon him, trying to comfort the wailing child. Then it ended. He remembered nothing. He was trying to contemplate who the person in his memory was, but it was trickling away as he struggled to hold on to it, like he was holding water in his cupped hands. A voice snapped him out of his daydream. "Mokuba, are you okay?" Ren was worried. Mokuba had just zoned out, with out much reason. "Oh I'm fine, sorry, I just remembered something." And with that he pulled her along a tour of the house.
After an hour long trudge through the tremendous mansion, Ren made her way to the closest of the tremendously splendid couches, and sunk into, feeling some of the pounding in her feet ease away. She sighed, and Mokuba looked at her curiously, as if he did not see how she was so tired. Must be a sugar high. She then sat up to see what he wanted. Mokuba looked at her with pleading eyes, but she was not about to break if his request was ludicrous. His blue eyes were the same as her and Kaiba's but softer, not as cold. "What is it Mokuba-san? It better be good after all that." "Oh nothing, I just wanted to play a video game with you." He said innocently, obviously having something up his sleeve, but she was ready to counter any move he made. It was like chess, always be prepared for any possible move. "Okay, but ya know, you play too many video games And Mokuba proceeded to turn on the TV.
Ren swiftly moved her fingers across the controls. Some hi-tech new gadget called Shamhun 2. Apparently, you have to collect all the bones and other ingredients for some spell before the Wee Woo made a volcano blow up. She never was any good at these games. Oh well. She was reluctant to admit that she had been badly beaten, and even more so to admit Mokuba had only gotten this game yester day. She would admit though, that this game was somewhat entrancing. She now understood why Mokuba wasted so much of his free time on them. She would still show him better things to do.
Mokuba starred at the TV as Ren slowly and unwillingly drifted off to sleep on this peace of heaven her brother called a couch. Suddenly, she shot her eyes open, remembering Mokuba was not allowed to stay up too late. The glowing neon numbers in the digital clock read 10:00 pm. She breathed a sigh of relief. She almost had let him stay up too late. She then ushered him upstairs and into his room.
With Mokuba securely locked in his room, Ren now had a job to do. She was weary, but she needed to concentrate. Her brother would surely stay up late. Oh well. At least she was lucky enough to be watching over him here, in this bountiful home, instead of in her small apartment, and here she would be able to help him if he gets in trouble. She sighed, falling back onto the couch, and focusing her mind on him.
Poor brother. She saw his clear picture in her mind, and his pain echoed through her. He was exhausted, and longing for a good rest, but that could never be done. He sat, typing away, leaning over his laptop, desperate to finish this up and be able to rest. Somehow, she was able to stay awake a watch over him as long as he was up, and she then fell asleep on the couch, too tired to make the long journey up the stairs.
As her eyes fluttered open, the shining face of Mokuba startled her. His raven hair was newly combed, and his eyes were alight with happiness. "What do you want Mokuba, and what time is it?" Ren asked. She hadn't gotten as much sleep as she wanted, but oh well, she never did. She pushed her self up, ready to go change as soon as she figured out the young boy's request. "I just want to go out for a day. We could go bowling, or skating, or see a movie, or go to the arcade. Or,...." Mokuba began to rattle off various ideas for activities. Is this what he was like without sugar? Man, this kid needed some exorcise. After arguing with himself for a few minuets, and finally settling on skating, Mokuba ran upstairs to get dressed, Ren followed suit, preparing for the day.
Ren ruffled through her various outfits, getting a nice pair of black track pants and a crimson shirt. Why most of her clothes were crimson she did not know, even her hair was the color. She just liked the color, that was the only way to explain it. The color of blood. She didn't like the fact that it was morbid. Rather, it seemed sophisticated, deep and thoughtful, intelligent. She slipped on the loose clothes, and picked up skates, ready to drag the ambitious child to the rink.
Ren sped down the lane, her hair flowing behind her, both her and Mokuba laughing as he tried to keep up. She hadn't had this much fun in quite a while. Mokuba stumbled and fell, a bit new at this, and Ren turned around to go help him up. As she offered her hand to the kid, she noticed someone. A boy, staring at her from the entrance to the rink. Just standing there, not doing anything. His skin was pale, with an evil smirk on his face. He had a thin face, and green hair that come over his forehead. His well- behaved hair shadowed his eyes. His eyes. There was something about them, something so cold, heartless, it made Ren gasp. Her eyes, her brother's eyes, were cold and determined, but they weren't like this. Not at all like this. Those eyes, they were so familiar, something about them.
What was her name? Ren. Somehow it rang a bell. The name he remembered so strongly, from where he did not know. Mokuba's eyes widened. He remembered something, only a millisecond of it. Crimson hair laying over him as her cried, a cold breeze chilling him in a creaky, noisy, drafty building full of screaming children. Kind scarlet and black eyes looked upon him, trying to comfort the wailing child. Then it ended. He remembered nothing. He was trying to contemplate who the person in his memory was, but it was trickling away as he struggled to hold on to it, like he was holding water in his cupped hands. A voice snapped him out of his daydream. "Mokuba, are you okay?" Ren was worried. Mokuba had just zoned out, with out much reason. "Oh I'm fine, sorry, I just remembered something." And with that he pulled her along a tour of the house.
After an hour long trudge through the tremendous mansion, Ren made her way to the closest of the tremendously splendid couches, and sunk into, feeling some of the pounding in her feet ease away. She sighed, and Mokuba looked at her curiously, as if he did not see how she was so tired. Must be a sugar high. She then sat up to see what he wanted. Mokuba looked at her with pleading eyes, but she was not about to break if his request was ludicrous. His blue eyes were the same as her and Kaiba's but softer, not as cold. "What is it Mokuba-san? It better be good after all that." "Oh nothing, I just wanted to play a video game with you." He said innocently, obviously having something up his sleeve, but she was ready to counter any move he made. It was like chess, always be prepared for any possible move. "Okay, but ya know, you play too many video games And Mokuba proceeded to turn on the TV.
Ren swiftly moved her fingers across the controls. Some hi-tech new gadget called Shamhun 2. Apparently, you have to collect all the bones and other ingredients for some spell before the Wee Woo made a volcano blow up. She never was any good at these games. Oh well. She was reluctant to admit that she had been badly beaten, and even more so to admit Mokuba had only gotten this game yester day. She would admit though, that this game was somewhat entrancing. She now understood why Mokuba wasted so much of his free time on them. She would still show him better things to do.
Mokuba starred at the TV as Ren slowly and unwillingly drifted off to sleep on this peace of heaven her brother called a couch. Suddenly, she shot her eyes open, remembering Mokuba was not allowed to stay up too late. The glowing neon numbers in the digital clock read 10:00 pm. She breathed a sigh of relief. She almost had let him stay up too late. She then ushered him upstairs and into his room.
With Mokuba securely locked in his room, Ren now had a job to do. She was weary, but she needed to concentrate. Her brother would surely stay up late. Oh well. At least she was lucky enough to be watching over him here, in this bountiful home, instead of in her small apartment, and here she would be able to help him if he gets in trouble. She sighed, falling back onto the couch, and focusing her mind on him.
Poor brother. She saw his clear picture in her mind, and his pain echoed through her. He was exhausted, and longing for a good rest, but that could never be done. He sat, typing away, leaning over his laptop, desperate to finish this up and be able to rest. Somehow, she was able to stay awake a watch over him as long as he was up, and she then fell asleep on the couch, too tired to make the long journey up the stairs.
As her eyes fluttered open, the shining face of Mokuba startled her. His raven hair was newly combed, and his eyes were alight with happiness. "What do you want Mokuba, and what time is it?" Ren asked. She hadn't gotten as much sleep as she wanted, but oh well, she never did. She pushed her self up, ready to go change as soon as she figured out the young boy's request. "I just want to go out for a day. We could go bowling, or skating, or see a movie, or go to the arcade. Or,...." Mokuba began to rattle off various ideas for activities. Is this what he was like without sugar? Man, this kid needed some exorcise. After arguing with himself for a few minuets, and finally settling on skating, Mokuba ran upstairs to get dressed, Ren followed suit, preparing for the day.
Ren ruffled through her various outfits, getting a nice pair of black track pants and a crimson shirt. Why most of her clothes were crimson she did not know, even her hair was the color. She just liked the color, that was the only way to explain it. The color of blood. She didn't like the fact that it was morbid. Rather, it seemed sophisticated, deep and thoughtful, intelligent. She slipped on the loose clothes, and picked up skates, ready to drag the ambitious child to the rink.
Ren sped down the lane, her hair flowing behind her, both her and Mokuba laughing as he tried to keep up. She hadn't had this much fun in quite a while. Mokuba stumbled and fell, a bit new at this, and Ren turned around to go help him up. As she offered her hand to the kid, she noticed someone. A boy, staring at her from the entrance to the rink. Just standing there, not doing anything. His skin was pale, with an evil smirk on his face. He had a thin face, and green hair that come over his forehead. His well- behaved hair shadowed his eyes. His eyes. There was something about them, something so cold, heartless, it made Ren gasp. Her eyes, her brother's eyes, were cold and determined, but they weren't like this. Not at all like this. Those eyes, they were so familiar, something about them.