I don't own yugioh! Okay, so I changed Derek's eye color from the original... I just wanted him to be more like his cousin! . (notice, of course, I am assuming you've already read the story before I started the editing. Oh well.)

"Joey, meet Takara."

"Hey," the blonde boy said.

"Hey," Takara absentmindedly replied.

She didn't notice the way Joey was gawking at her. Or the way that Duke smacked Joey for it. She looked around the room for a seat. When the bell rang, she walked away from the boys and sat down next to a girl with brown hair. The teacher called order to class. He introduced Takara, who was sitting next to Nari Ayika, known for being the hottest girl on campus.

"Hey, I'm Nari." She smiled.

"Hi Nari. I'm Takara." Takara smiled back, and then leaned back in her chair to play with her pen. Throughout the class, she hid that she knew perfectly well how to speak English, having lived there for most of her life. Kaiba had the best grades in this class, not surprising, really. He did have to use it for business...

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Takara remembered her aunt on her deathbed. She was weak, and dying slowly of leukemia. Takara held her hand, crying silently. Her aunt, seeing her cry, had said, "Don't cry. Your biggest challenges are yet to come."

Takara had looked up, surprised at the strength behind those words. "What could be harder than watching this? Watching my only parent die?" Aunt Isoda looked away. She said:

"When your mother had you and your brother, she didn't know she had twins. She didn't have the strength to keep both of you, or so your father thought. So I came." Sighing, she started again, slower, with a weaker voice. "Your mother died giving birth to a younger brother. Your father. . . in a car. . ." Takara hushed her. Aunt Isoda was quickly losing strength. "Go look for them," she said. "Look for your brothers."

Takara was on her knees, next to the hospital bed, tears streaming from her eyes. It was Aunt Isoda's time. "Your twin, Seto . . . He has eyes just like yours." Isoda smiled and pinched her great niece's cheek with the last of her strength. Takara couldn't even feel the hands there. "Go look for them in your hometown, Domino.

"I will," Takara replied, tears going rapidly down her face. Aunt Isoda closed her eyes and took her last breath. "I –"

"Isoda!" There was smack on her desk, a ruler. "I will not tolerate sleeping in my class," Yamiko scolded sternly. Takara straightened her back. She could just hear a certain annoying prat of a CEO smirking at her.

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Seto Kaiba. That was his name, right? Where had she heard it before? Seto sounded so familiar. . .

Takara was walking blindly through the mass of people during the first break of the day. She had ignored Yugi, Joey, and Duke when they came over to her after English, because she was way to busy in her thoughts. She only had a few clues as to who her brother was. He had sapphire blue eyes, exactly like her own, and his first name started with S. Wait a minute, she thought. Didn't Aunt Isoda say his name? What was it? Why the hell can't I remember? Walking blindly, she continued until she bumped into some one, knocking all his books down. She snapped out of what ever you call what she was in. "I'm so sorry," she apologized, helping the boy pick up his books.

"It's okay," the boy said, standing up. Takara stood up too, handing him his books, accidently looking into familiar green eyes. The boy hadn't noticed this yet, and was busy holding all his books in one hand, and brushing his hair out of his face. His very familiar GREEN hair. Green hair, cut long in the front, and short and spiky in the back, even as it had been in Junior High.

"DEREK?" Takara voiced her disbelief.

"Yeah?" He noticed who he was talking to.

"Omigod, Derek, it's you!" Derek lifted the books over Takara's head so she could hug him. "I haven't seen you in ages!"

"It's nice to see you too, Taka," Derek replied. Then he winced as Takara applied more pressure. (How did she do that? She had already rendered Derek unable to breath . . . ) "Taka," he wheezed. "Let go. . .please. You're cutting off my circulation." Reluctantly, Takara complied.

"What are you doing here?" Takara asked. "Weren't you going to go to the highschool they built? And hey, you have a lip ring!"

"I was going to," Derek said, "But my cousin called and I came out here, to help him with his shop. And yeah, I got the lip ring last year."

"And who's your cousin?" Takara asked him, following him toward his locker.

"Duke Devlin." Takara started cracking up. "What?"

"No wonder he uses the same cheesy lines as you!" she said. "You know. . . the one where you kiss the girl's hand."

"Yeah," Derek said, grinning. "I learned it from him." Takara laughed some more, and had an image of the young green haired kid using the same line on her. "What are YOU doing here?"

Takara went solemn. "My godmother died, and she wanted me to live in my birth-city."

"The nice old lady who didn't ground you after throwing away your meth?"
"I'd prefer not to think about it," she muttered. "I am so over that." He bowed his head in mourning for the nice old lady who had raised one of his best friends.

"Hey look, it's Duke and his pals!" Derek waved them over. "I take it that you've met Duke."

"Just before our English class." Man, Derek had a short attention span. One minute he's mourning, the next he's waving like nothings the matter. I wish I could bounce back like that. Now that she was thinking of it, the crystal had taken a couple years out of her life. She was glad to have Aunt Isoda there to support her.

"Stop thinking of meth," Derek muttered.

"How do you know I was thinking of it?"

"I remember that you tend to remember what ever we were talking about, whether or not you really want to."

"Hey cuz," Duke greeted Derek, giving him a high five. "Hey Takara." Duke smiled at her. If she was attracted to him, she would've swooned. His smile was very nice. But in fact, she wasn't attracted. She was, in fact, repulsed by his way too cocky attitude. And she was annoyed by the group of cheerleaders that followed him down the hall. "D-U-K-E! He's the only one for me!" God those things are so annoying. Wait, where did THAT thought come from? She looked around. She could've sworn that she hadn't thought it.

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God, those things are so annoying, Kaiba thought, passing by Duke's cheerleaders. He then ran into the cheerleaders who worshiped him, so he promptly turned around and walked the other way. Devlin doesn't seem bothered by it . . . Kaiba took the long way to his next class, sciences. Sadly, his cheerleading crew had memorized his schedule and reached there before him. It took him precious time to weave through the crowd of girls trying not to get glomped. As hard as he tried, he got glomped anyways.

He sat at the lab table at the back of the science class. Opening his laptop, he checked the time. He had a good five minutes before the next bell rang. He worked the five minutes furiously, managing to fire fifty inefficient workers and replace them with forty new ones. Satisfied, he closed his laptop and put it away in his briefcase in time to see the other students file in and sit at their respective tables. The last students to enter the classroom were Duke and Derek Devlin, and Isoda. His eyes widened in realization of something. After a quick count, he found that there were thirty-one students before Isoda came, thirty-two with her. He was the only one with out a lab partner, which meant. . . Kaiba groaned audibly.

"What's wrong, Mr. Kaiba?" Mr. Wung (who is, by the way, Chinese) asked him.

"I won't have a lab partner."

Some students sighed dramatically, having been through this a few times, at the beginning of the year and whenever a new student came.

"You can't help having a lab partner. The chair next to you is the only empty one in the classroom." Kaiba looked around. So it was.

"Can it be someone other than Isoda?" His voice was low and sultry, his version of a whine.

"No. Everyone else is settled with their lab partners." Most of the guys thought that Kaiba was being crazy, not wanting to partner with such a hot girl. Only some of the guys in the math class made a connection to what had happened that morning.

"Come on, I don't have to sit there. . ." Most of the girls thought Takara was crazy for not wanting to sit with a hot guy like Kaiba. The rest, again, remembered what had happened in math.

The teacher stood firm. "No one is switching partners in this class. Takara, you will sit with Kaiba." Grumbling, she swung her backpack over her shoulder and walked over to Kaiba.

"I hope you're in none of my classes after this," Kaiba hissed at her under his breath. "This day has been Hell for me."

"I totally agree."

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Their wish was not granted. When Takara reached history, she was dismayed to find that she had to sit directly behind Kaiba. Groaning, Takara swung her backpack onto the desk. "Stop making a racket," Kaiba growled without turning around.

"Do you want the racket to hit your head, Seto?" She asked, purposely trying to provoke him by using his name.

"I doubt you have an aim, Isoda." He turned around to say something to her, when he was flicked in the head with . . . a die. He glared at Takara, who in turn glared at Duke. Duke smiled innocently.

"The hell with that," Takara said, settling into her desk. Both she and Kaiba remained silent the entire time. They were learning about Japan's Revolution. The teacher asked a question.

"What was the main rift between the emperor and the samurai?"

Instantly, Kaiba and Takara's hands went up.

"Isoda?"

"The emperor was in love with the ways of the West, while the samurai disapproved of it."

"A very good way of putting it. Now, what did the Americans want to gain from the exchange with Japan?" The teacher asked. Kaiba and Takara's hands shot up right away.

"Kaiba?"

"Wealth."

"Correct."

"Of course you're familiar with that, aren't you, Seto?" Takara whispered in his ear. Kaiba growled, both at the insult and being called by his first name.

By this time, the teacher had already finished the question, so on impulse, both Takara and Kaiba's hands shot up. The kids in their math class groaned, seeing a familiar pattern. Kaiba was chosen.

"Could you repeat the question?" Damn Isoda. If she hadn't been distracting me. . .

"You think I'm distracting?" Takara asked. "Well, how about now?" She started flicking the back of his head with her finger. Kaiba was annoyed, but then. . . did she just read his mind?!

"Stop it, Isoda," he growled, forgetting that he had most of the class' attention. Takara ignored him, and started to flick his neck with her sharp nail.

"Are you going to answer the question, Kaiba?"Kaiba's face reddened, but he didn't know if it was from embarassment or anger. He wondered why no one noticed what Takara was doing.

"I'm sorry, but the answer has slipped my mind."

"Okay, anyone else?"

The teacher called on Takara, who raised her free hand. She got the answer correct.

"You're playing dirty," Kaiba said. So? His eyes widened. He hadn't heard the voice out loud, but he knew it was Takara's. "Stop messing with my head."

"What?" Takara asked. Her eyes widened in shock, when she realized what he was talking about. Was it possible that Seto was the boy she was looking for?

A/N: Okay, so this wasn't the best chapter . . . I don't know too much about Japan's history, and in the history class I used information from the movie The Last Samurai. I do not own The Last Samurai.