I do not own Yugioh!  AT ALL!

It's still 11/10/04, by the way.  I'm still reupholstering this fanfic, by the way.  The story has also gotten shorter, by the way.  Yes, I deleted all the crappy flashbacks.  And to think I had wanted to add more!  ((Coughs))  And yes, this is based mostly on the dub version of the show.  I haven't been able to get my hands on a subbed version of the show, but Cody Nelson's guide will have to do.  Plus, I kept the original end notes.  I have to warn first time readers, though.  This chapter leads into some of the most useless chapters in the world.  Here's the fic:

> > >Seto> > >

Takara was getting to be a complete nuisance. She exploded over that I was thinking about my god card and the tournament. I made sure that she had a room with cable and a bathroom connected. She asked for some paint or something, so I told her to place the order with Jack, my butler. I trusted Jack enough. I told Jack to get a tailor up there, to make clothes for Takara, then warned him not to say a word. I said I would be paying the tailor not to talk either. He nodded, and I went back to work. I called in lab techs to prepare a demonstration duel with my new duel disk system at four, an hour after Mokuba would get home, so that he could watch. Plus, that was a good amount of time to get ready. I finished the new rules, then sent the list of invitations to send to the blue haired typist.

I was still mad at Takara. Mad at her for getting mad at me. I ate in the kitchen, just a sandwich and milk, and turned on the TV. She was there, here school picture filling the screen. Of course they would've found her missing by now. I groaned. I had a headache. I used the intercom to phone Takara's room. "Moshi moshi," she answered, yawning. She must've been asleep, again.

"Call your matron," I said quickly. "Tell her not to worry or something. The story's all over the news."

"Well, I won't," Takara spat. "First of all, I won't take orders from you. Second of all, it'll mean bigger news that I'm still somewhere in the city. Kay?"

I sighed. She was right. No matter how annoying the media was now, it's nothing compared to the uproar that will come out of Takara's relation to me. And then if she really DID get kidnapped by Marik... I shuddered, thinking about what would happen. I groaned again. "I forgot, Mokuba's going to a party today." I shifted my feet, for some reason. "Oh well. I'll see you later, Takara."

I hung up and went to my bedroom. I picked up my duelist kingdom deck. I would be dueling a computer equipped with this deck. Blue Eyes included. I picked up the deck I was going to use against the computer in the test run. There was only one card missing. I reached into my jacket and pulled out Obelisk, along with two other things. Two envelopes. What the... then I remembered the meeting with the detectives that morning. I pressed the intercom button again. "Jack?"

"Yes sir?"

"When you go to give Takara her stuff, will you give her something else? An envelope. It will be taped to my door."

"Of course, sir." I hung up the phone, and taped Takara's letter to the door. I threw myself onto my bed and closed my eyes.

Happy Sweet sixteen, Seto Kaiba.

> > > Takara > > >

God, I was so TIRED! How long have I been awake?  Ack, my brain can't think. It's too hungry, which reminds me...

Knock on wood. No, not the figure of speech, but there was a knock on the wooden door. I opened it. Jack had brought me a full set of spray paints, cans of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, brown, black, white, and some other colors, that were in a crate. With it was a smaller set of tubes of the same colors, with four delicate bamboo brushes. He also had a full meal on a plate for me, and handed me an envelope. I have no idea how he carried all this stuff. "Thank you," I muttered.

"Madam Tikany will be up soon to take measurements for clothing," the old butler announced. With that, he turned around to go off... somewhere. I laid everything out on the bed. I placed the envelope on the desk. I would look at it later.

I sat on my bed, facing the wall, wondering what I was going to paint there while absentmindedly chewing my food.

There was another knock on the door. I sat on my bed still staring blankly at the wall. "Hello?" a timid female voice asked, a brunette head poking into my room. I snapped out of it and went back over to the door to greet the tailoress.

It took her ten minutes to take my measurements, then decided I should where a pleated mini-skirt. "I don't where mini-skirts," I told her.

"You will now," Madam Tikany said. "Master Kaiba said that you should dress like a girl, in girl fashion."

"I like girl pants and girl tank tops," I told her.

"And get rid of these," she said, ignoring me. She took out my three earrings in the left ear. Damn, that lady's fast. I didn't even feel her doing that. She attempted to take off my cuff, but I yanked my arm away. I hadn't even shown my brother the brand. "Fine," she said heatedly, dumping my three earrings back into my hand. I put them back into my ear, and went back to staring at the wall, thinking of what to paint there. The woman had slammed the door violently. I got the feeling that she didn't like me.

All of a sudden it occurred to me that Kaiba had taken my folder when I went home yesterday. I don't know why I thought about this now, at all times to choose from.

As I walked toward the bathroom, something caught my eye. It was a gold chain that had fallen out of the envelope when the lady knocked it off the desk. The envelope obviously hadn't been sealed. When I picked it up, I realized it was old. Years old. It was dated six months before my tenth birthday. May. I picked up the chain, and looked at the pendant. It was a small piece of onyx stone, beautifully carved into a 3-D Kanji form. Treasure. I remembered when I was in sixth grade, and the teacher had us look up the meanings of our names for some project.

Takara meant treasure. I set the necklace aside and took out a letter. It was old, on nice, yellowing stationary. A scene of the ocean decorated the top. I started reading it.

Dear Takara,

If you are reading this, happy birthday. Happy... Sixteenth birthday. If you are reading this, I'm not alive. Hopefully you wouldn't be reading this at all. But I somehow have the feeling I don't have too much longer...

Let me explain. I am your father. You and your brother Seto were born while your mother was in... Not the best condition. I felt that it was best she raised only one child. So your Aunt Isoda took you on for me. I grew up watching your brother. I think he felt alone, seeking the companionship of his womb-mate. My aunt said you were like that too. I'm so sorry that your mother never had a chance to hold you that she never had a chance to know you existed. When you and your brother were five, she died in child birth with your little brother. Part of Seto's life was taken away, but the void that was left behind by you became filled by Mokuba. Isoda said that at about the same time, you found yourself a surrogate brother. A Derek from kindergarten.

Aunt Isoda says you're a talented artist, and that you love to draw and paint. She even sent me a picture you drew of yourself and Derek. It's very good

The letter went on to talk about other things, but I only read it with my eyes. I couldn't decide who was luckier, Seto for having our parents, or me, for having Aunt Isoda longer than he had Mom and Dad.  I heard a knock at the door, breaking me out of my thoughts. I wiped my eyes, and went to answer it.

Normal POV:

"Taka...ra. Open up." Seto's voice. Takara was glad that he had said that before she reached the door. She didn't feel like talking to him at the moment. "Please?" he added.  Takara placed her hand on the doorknob hesitantly.

Seto leaned on the other side of the door. Ugh, he thought. He had to cancel his demo with the new duel disk for two things: Mokuba's "Halloween party," and a business "Halloween party" that the blue haired typist of his had just remembered to bring up. Why didn't they have it on Halloween like it should be? Oh well, he was going to kick off the tournament at nine pm tomorrow, so he could test it tomorrow. "Takara..." The door was jerked open, and Seto fell onto the floor. "Oww.." he groaned. He looked up into the face of his evilly grinning sister. "Takara, I want to talk to you."

"There's nothing to say," Takara said, pulling back the foot that she had placed on Kaiba's chest. She walked away, going over to the bed and picking up a can of a dark, sapphire, blue can of spray paint.

"Don't use that on me," Seto warned. Takara gave her twin a weird look.

"You're paranoid." She proceeded to spray a blue circle, a foot in diameter, on the wall. The circle was surprisingly well made, perfectly round. She proceeded to use different shades of blue, toning it until Seto saw something.

"You're drawing my eyes?" he asked bluntly, getting up from the floor.

"Our eyes," she corrected. "Spray painting them.  You did notice that our eyes are almost exactly the same?" Seto had.

"I think they ARE exactly the same. What's the difference?" he asked.

"They just are." She picked up a can of black for the pupil. "Your eyes don't have laugh lines. Your eyes have worry lines."

"That's outside the eyes," Seto said, approaching the bed consciously, in case Takara decided to spray him anyways.

"You're eyes don't laugh." She sighed. "They're cold.  Hand me my folder?"

Seto realized that he had brought her the folder that he had taken the day before. He handed it to her. She took out a few collogues, all of eyes.

"See, Yugi's eyes are big and wide, and even though right here he's asking a serious question, you can still see that he has laughter there." Seto couldn't see it. Maybe it was just that his sister could read eyes well. "These are yours." She pulled out the paper he had seen before, with his eyes. It was the full area around his eyes. "Worry lines. No laughter. Your eyes are serious, bored, but serious. This was during math on Tuesday." She pulled another picture out. "This is me. I didn't draw it, because that wouldn't have given an accurate measure of my eyes. I asked Aunt Isoda to do this for me, before she was diagnosed leukemia. I was... It was just before our-my- fifteenth birthday. Over a year ago." Seto stayed quiet, and studied the drawing. This time he could see it. "Laugh lines surround the eyes, they shine. They look exactly like yours, but different." Seto looked up at Takara. They locked on each other's eyes a little. "Were you going to tell me something?" Her eyes drifted toward his neck, where a piece of onyx in the shape of the Kanji form of "sun" hung on a thin gold chain. She smiled briefly. Seto almost caught it, but didn't. He did, however, see Takara's hand go into her pocket.

"Takara, I'm sorry. About the tournament thing." He was, almost. He didn't understand why Takara had made such a big deal, but he didn't want to be fighting with her. She didn't answer that, but looked back at the unfinished eyes. "I was wondering... do you want to be in it? I know you don't have your deck, but I can see your matron about it tomorrow. Or later." She grinned.

"Of course!" she said, happily.

"Uhh... there's a costume party, later today, a dinner party, that my secretary didn't warn me about until just an hour ago. A business party. I couldn't think of anyone who would go on such short notice, except that you won't be doing anything. I've already told the tailor lady to make you a costume."

"Of what?" Takara asked, tucking her long, past the shoulder blades, almost unnaturally black hair behind her ears.

"A... fairy." Takara's mouth slid open. "Greek fairy." Takara shut her mouth. "Or maybe a goddess... I don't remember which."

"Greek goddess. I want to color my hair though," she declared. "I know a good brand of hair coloring. It should only last a couple days, and I can do it myself."

"What color?" Seto didn't know what else to say about her weird response.

"Blue," she said matter-of-factly. "The same exact color as our eyes."

Seto groaned. A blue haired goddess? He stopped groaning. That actually didn't sound that bad. He got up from the bed, and started to walk towards the door. Takara jumped up to follow him. "Well, talk to Jack about it." When they reached the door, Seto remembered something. "Here, this is for you." He handed her some dueling cards. "I don't use them. You can use them to start your new deck." He looked at her to stop her from thanking him. "Take care of them. These are three out of six in the entire world." With that, he walked out the door.

Takara flipped the cards over and took a look at them. Blue-Eyed Fairy, atk/2500 def/3000 Type: Fairy Element: Light This fairy is the sister of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon. Because of they're different types, though, they are constantly in feud. "Well," Takara voiced, "That is so true."

A/N: I felt like putting, "Quoth Takara, never more," but she and Kaiba are still in feud. I pulled that from Edgar's Raven, if you hadn't noticed. I decided on the party, cause all the stories I read, mostly Kaiba/Serenity fics, have him taking her to a party thingy. Okay, so not all. But I thought it'd be a good reason why Takara would be dying her hair later, and a good place for... getting to know each other? Whatev.  (And yes, I made up that card.)