Reworking note: 11/14/04. This is the last chapter. It was originally number 19, but I compressed some chapters while I was reworking it, and now it's chapter 14. Again, like last chapter, all I did was run this through spell check. Same fore and aft notes.
Rai: ((pokes head onto stage)) Yes! The witch is gone!! ((Does a little happy dance))
Riter: ((Runs on stage sobbing and crashing into Rai)) I thought I was being so ORIGINAL!
Rai: What?!!
Riter: ((Continues sobbing)) First of all, I guessed that Kaiba having an OC as a sister wasn't too original, but then I named her Takara, which I guessed no one else had named someone. Then I happened to come across a story of Kaiba falling in LOVE with a girl with that name!!! And then, I thought the whole gang thing wouldn't be overused, but it had been used a lot before! And I feel really really.... UNORIGINAL! WAH!!!!!!!!!! Plus I am getting sick of the story. It's getting really long, and I'm not sure if I should even have her be a duelist in the tournament...
Rai:... Why am I holding you? ((Drops authoress onto the floor))
Riter: Oh well I guess I should ((sniff) go on with the fic... Hi people! I got my fourth review! I've almost hit the twenty mark, and I'm not anywhere near the end of the fic. I might end up making a minisiries of it.
Rai: Didn't you already say this?
Riter: Yeah, but I wanted to sey that I know what I'm doing with it now. It willl be a two part, maybe three part. This is gonna be the last pre tournament chapter. Takara finally meets Mokuba! So anyways, thank you to all of my reviewers ever:
Hutcy, NeferNeferi, Shadoewe, Zelia Theb, Archery-Princess57, YugiFreak, Saiyan Brat878, Tamir, MarikzGal4eva, Kaiba dude 101, Yugi4ever, kaiba's run-away bride5, Rednal29, squekiemonkey7, karina, punkrocker13..... and I think that's it. Oh, and maybe X-mas Gurl, cuz she put me on her author's list, but I'm not even sure if she even reads my stories, cuz she's never even reviewed me.
Bobby: Rawar grrr psh shaw!
Rai: I refuse to translate.
Riter: ((Glares menacingly))
Rai: ((shudders)) Okay, fine. The dragon says that his wonderful human Lil-Riter does not own anything Yugioh related. She does not own the dork- who- can- talk- dragonling- with- white- eyes or me.
Riter: Thank you.
Takara
I found myself in the plaza, wondering what I was doing. I looked at all the duelists around me, milling around, greeting each other. Rex Raptor, Weevil Underwood, Mako Tsunami, tons of other people . . . Yugi and Tea. Six feet away. I jumped behind a bush and hid. I spied through the branches in the bush (are they called branches?) as a duelist I knew as Mai Valentine (who I'd lost two starchips to on Duelist Kingdom) ran up to them and started choking Tea. I stifled a laugh, and turned away. The Kaiba corp building wasn't too far away. Or so I hoped. But then the video came on.
"Welcome duelists," Seto's voice started. I edged around the crowd of people as my brother's voice boomed across the plaza, introducing the dueling disks and so on.
'I wonder if Yugi's there.' I stopped in my tracks. Of course he's here. I just saw him. Oh shit. It's Seto, I realized. Hopefully he hadn't heard what I thought. 'I did, Takara,' Seto replied. '128 main.' Before I could reply, the copter flew down, and there was Seto, hanging out the door. "Don't forget to register and pick up your duel disks," he said. I didn't hear the rest of his sentence because I was too busy watching his eyes search for me, or for Yugi. They rested on me, then slid over to where Yugi stood. Silently they challenged each other. Disgusted at my brother, I decided to get to "128 Main" as fast as I could.
Normal POV
"Who's that?" Mai asked as the girl with bright blue hair bolted, barely missing people in her haste to get out of the plaza.
"Isn't that Diana?" Tea added.
"I think so. But why is she running?" Yami asked. He watched as her dangling earring flew off, and she quickly brought up her hand to catch it. Diana clutched it tightly in her hand as she started down Main Street.
Seto
128 Main was the exit of Kaibacorp's parking building. Where I hoped to meet Takara. I hoped she wasn't in any trouble. Waiting by my black Mercedes in the parking lot was... Mokuba.
"Mok, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"You didn't notice me in the car?" Mokuba pouted.
"Get in." I slid behind the driver's wheel while Mokuba took the passenger seat. It was actually illegal for him to be up there, but oh well. Eleven's as old as thirteen. I actually forgot about my sister until I had driven out of the building and almost ran her over. 'Holy Shit, Seto. What the hell are you thinking?'
"Woah," Mokuba voiced as I unbuckled my seat belt and got out.
Takara
"Running around is not a good idea in your position," Seto told me coldly. "Something could've happened Marik could've found you." He did, I thought to myself sullenly. "Where were you?"
"Why do you care?" I asked leaning against the car, putting in my skull earring (which I had been trying to put on while running before Seto interrupted me). I instantly stood up, feeling a pair of eyes on me. I glanced inside. A boy, ten I'd guess, was sitting in the passenger seat. Studying me with interest. "I see that you brought along our brother." Seto glanced inside then back at me. "It's funny. I don't think you've ever mentioned him. I wonder why? Aunt Isoda told me that he was the only family you had." Seto glared at me. I'd noticed that he did that to cover if he didn't have anything to say. Which was rare. "Did anyone ever tell you you have big ears?"
Seto growled and ordered me to take the back seat. "You're explaining," he said, opening his own door.
Ladi dadi dah . . . Press the fast forward button . . . and now we are at Saturday again. Halloween is no importance to this story, and the Takara Isoda case had died down a little. Takara of course DID feel a little bit guilty for making the matron worry and stuff. But she also compiled a new deck (fairy based this time) and completed painting a wall in her room. Saturday Morning:
Seto
This is it. The day of my tournament, I thought. I was waiting by the main stairs for Mokuba when Takara comes in a blood red t-shirt, black pants, and black trench coat (mocking my own style). She was wearing a dueling disk. "Where do you think you're going?" She looked surprised at me.
"Battle city, of course." By now I'd learned that there was no controlling Takara with mere words or mere force. If she wanted to do something, she did it. There was absolutely no room for arguing. So I didn't. Takara's hair dye had washed out a little, so her hair only glinted blue in the sunlight. At the moment she was pulling it all back, as if to put it in a pony tail. But instead she pulled on a black beanie with a grey flame design. Somehow this made her look totally different. "We going?"
"Yeah. Just a second." I ran up to Takara's room, and braced myself to open the door. When I did, I stood in awe. The room was vast, I'd admit, compared to most bedrooms. This meant she had a lot of room to paint on. But what she painted was something I wasn't entirely ready for.
The background was a swirl of violet and blue, carefully and meaningfully swirled. Takara, I'd found out over the week, was very precise about every thing in her art. I had found out, because when I had accidentally smudged a centimeter square of it, Takara had gone ballistic, claiming that it had disrupted the entire mood of the painting. On closer inspection (without touching the wall,) I could see that she hadn't fixed it. In the upper left hand corner was a detailed painting of my Blue Eyes White Dragon in flight, it's wings beating at the air. Its blue eyes were focused down towards the lower right hand corner, where the Blue Eyed fairy stood, wings folded over her bare white skin. Her ash blonde hair swept to the side, revealing her face and her bright blue eyes that looked right back up at her brother. In the center of it all was what Takara had started only last Friday. I must admit, she has great talent. Somehow she was able to create the illusion of one pair of eyes overlapping the other. And I couldn't even tell who's eyes overlapped who's. Mainly because they were basically the same. They were our eyes.
"You like?" a familiar voice asked behind me. Takara of course.
"Of course I do. It features me, doesn't it?" I turned around and exited the room. I walked down the hall, but stopped by the stairs to turn back to her as she shut the door of her room. "Takara?"
"Yeah?"
"What's it called?" Takara seemed to think about this thoroughly as she rejoined me by the stairs.
"Blue Eyes," she said simply.
"Hurry up guys!" Mokuba yelled up the stairs at us. "We're gonna be late!"
Takara gave me a sidelong look and a grin, practically bouncing down the stairs. 'I'm ready for anything,' she assured me. Sighing in defeat, I followed.
I think this is where Blue Eyes gets cut off.
Rai: This wouldn't be happening if you'd only written longer chapters.
Riter: I don't get your logic.
Bobby: Rawarr.
Rai: See? Your dragon agrees.
Riter: Whatever.
Rai: Wait, that means I can go now, right?
Riter: Nope!
Rai: WHAT?!! ((Anime fall))
Riter: You're sticking with me for the sequel.
Rai: NOOOO!!!!!
So anyways, I am having a vote. Who wants to see (or read) Takara dueling in a tournament? Or should I just go skip to the finals? Cuz thats where alot of stuff happens. Review pleaz peopl! and vote!