Author's notes: Right, since no one has reviewed to tell me what they think I will carry on regardless...

Disclaimer: I only own Kira, Lucy, Mynce and Rayne no one else...in this chapter anyway.

Chapter 4: Crash and burn

Kira smiled at Kaiba before gently turning her head away towards the door. This annoyed him. "I asked 'what happened' would you mind telling me?" she gave another half smile this time and nodded. Her skin was paler than usual, probably due to the shock of being attacked.

"I met an old acquaintance, not that I remembered him." She turned back to him this time and pointed at her waist, "He didn't take that as well as I thought he would." She was wearing a very thin shirt over the top of her red dress and part of it was covered in a deep crimson that almost matched the dress beneath it. She shrugged her shoulders as she moved her hand to rest on the table. "I hate people who can't take a hint, though I know I sometime do that." He got up after she had finished and went to the first aid box, the same one he had used only half an hour ago. He was kind of glad that she was here; maybe he could talk to her finally after all this time. He was also glad that he had stopped crying ten minutes ago or she would have seen him like that. That was something he never wanted to happen.

He knelt down beside her and she watched him with what he thought was mild interest. She did tense up more than was needed, so he reassured her by trying to make small talk, something he was never good at. "Why did he do this?" she sat stiffly as he touched her.

"Something about me being a leader and not knowing it." She shook her head, "Do you want me to take this off?" she indicated the coat. He nodded trying to understand what she was saying. "He also wanted me to keep away from certain people." this made him lift his head to stare into her own blue eyes. She was very pretty and he wished he could have been there to help her.

"What type of people?" he asked with what he hoped was mild curiosity. He tried to look at the wound on her hip more than her face, but he was losing that battle. As he moved some of the loose stands of fabric he felt her tremble. It caused a smile to cross Seto's face. When he looked back down at the wound he was shocked at what he saw. They were long and slender, defiantly marks from human nails. But they were deep and very long, as if from a knife.

"He said I should keep away from people with personal struggles...he said people like you." He half looked up at her though inside he was seething. Who had told this man that he had problems, he suppressed the need to ask more. "Seto...why don't you tell me what's wrong." He placed a plaster over the cuts and stood up, staring down at her. "I was really concerned when he told me that."

"Is it any of your business, my problems?" he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her silently. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

"Well, while I'm here. Shall I have that coffee?" this made him smile, she wasn't undeterred easily. He nodded and moved over to the kettle, "Seto, do you play checkers?"

It was about thirty minutes later Kaiba was losing to Kira at checkers. Kira knew he would be she had loved playing this with Marik when she had first come here. She knew her chance to get Kaiba to talk to her was slowly slipping away from her, just as the game was slipping away from him. She sighed and pretended to end her move, keeping her hand relatively close to the board for the next turn. It was here that Kaiba made his biggest mistake. He turned his wrist up lightly to offer her the last turn. She grabbed his hand and gently pulled back the fabric, he didn't even move. In fact when she looked up he was in shock. Mokuba's suspicions were right; his brother had been cutting himself.

"Kaiba why, what made you this?" she whispered and let go. He hadn't even put the dressing on properly. Kaiba gave her a false look of daggers and withdrew his hand. She knew he was hurt deep down but she also knew he probably wouldn't tell her. At least she could try to persuade him.

"I have my reasons none of which are your business." He defensively grabbed his wrist but it was too late, she had seen.

"I'm just worried about you."

"Like I'm meant to believe that," Kira was growing desperate now, "Maybe I should just escort you out."

"What so you can do that again? No chance." She stood and walked around the table towards the window, "As well as it's not polite to kick a guest out when it's raining." This was true but if he really was hell bent on getting rid of her he would.

"I..." he lowered his head and shook it sending his brown hair flying.

"Please, let me help you...I don't like seeing you like this." Seto looked up at her and let out one of his wicked laughs.

"You expect me to believe that?" he stared at her from across the table and she got a sudden feeling that he was playing with her. Maybe he was but at least there was an old spark of him self back again. He was approaching her now, but rather slowly. Still being cautious Kaiba? She thought to herself letting him get as close as he wanted. Which was a little to close for her liking, "Or are you just trying to make me care about you." He gently took hold of her arm and pulled her towards another room. "I hope you're not going to act like a shrink." She shook her head not liking the situation, thinking she had been in control. Damn it what have I gotten myself into?

Mokuba sat in the café watching the three girls speed around the place like ping pong balls. Lucy was the fastest and by far the most hyper. She ran straight over to him and jumped at him, nestling her head into his shoulder. She hugged him tightly enough to wind him a little. "Mokuba, can I go to the sweet shop?" She giggled insanely at him before she let go and stepped back, "Please..." she looked at him with her large green puppy eyes and he knew he just had to agree. So he grabbed her hand and yelled at the other two to follow him.

"We don't want to go to the sweet shop!" they both protested in nearly the same voice making him feel even more freaked out by them. They followed though forever bickering with each other over things like politics. It was amazing that they were five years old. Lucy on the other hand was not as grown up as much as he would have liked. Being eight she should have had a little more sense than what she did. Still it was her perkiness that kept the others out of trouble, unless that is she was causing it, right now though he was hoping that Kira was not in too much trouble with his elder brother.

Marik stared around the cabin trying to catch the attention of one of the attendants. He really needed a drink and not a soft one either. Isis had been generally annoying him since the time they had started the argument over whether Kira had a name or not. He hated his sister for always trying to make Kira sound like an unimportant person. She knew very well that Kira was special. Glowering he started to watch the in flight movie. Nothing really that interesting though, just an old star wars movie. At least it was something to take his mind off of the situation. In fact something was nagging him about the black haired blue eyed Kira. Something was going on that meant she felt lost, something very bad. As he paid more attention to the nagging it became a perfect image of her fighting something. As he concentrated more he found himself drifting. Drifting into a strange sort of dream...

Kira stood a little way ahead, her long hair loose like it used to be in Egypt. Her skin was paler than usual though and she wore a black kimono style top, with a long velvet skirt that dragged a little on the floor. Around her neck was a strange necklace with a dragon circling a captured woman? It was very pretty but not quite Kira in anyway. Or maybe it was...he hadn't seen her in almost three months. She smiled at him though he still couldn't believe how pale she looked. She raised her hand to him, just one and it shocked him. Blood covered her hands, her wrists were tangled with rope with looked like it had been pulled along her arms; the rope burns were from her elbow to her wrist. He heard his heavy footsteps as she tried to reach out for him. Her eyes clearly darted around full of fear. She seemed suddenly to see the blood on her hand and she pulled it back to stare at her wrists. She pressed a hand to her waist and then seemed to realise that she was wounded as she cried out in agony. She cried harder as if she was upset that something hadn't been done. "Help me Marik..." she whispered her voice weak. Seto Kaiba suddenly appeared behind her. He held her wrist and with one swift movement pulled it into her chest. He held her though she struggled to reach Marik. Her desperate screams became pathetic mews after a minute or two. She then gave in and let Kaiba hug her gently. Marik found the anger inside of him growing and he ran at the two of them his fists raised. He struck the other man in the face and he hit the floor with a sullen thump. Kaiba laughed at him, it was of triumph. Marik lunged at him only to feel a sudden pain in his stomach. Seto held a dagger and had driven it into his sternum. Kira screamed and ran to Marik's aid but was pulled back by some of Seto's goons. Marik coughed and spluttered blood.

"If you hurt her...I'll..."

"Kill me? I think not." And Seto brought the knife down into Marik's neck...

Author's notes: How did you like it? Am trying really hard to do this with no reviews!