Shadu: Okay, so we all know the story of Kaiba's past, right? How he challenged Gozaburo to a chess match in order to try to get a better life for Mokuba? I can pretty much guess that we all agree that Kaiba's main driving force through the whole thing was Mokuba, correct? Well, what if Mokuba wasn't in the picture? What if he died prior to that? What would've happened then?
Hokage: And we're going to use A Japanese name.
Shadu: Not all Japanese names, just one, but only because I don't like the American last name, at least for this story.
"No, no you worthless piece of rubbish," Mike Kujaku yelled as he slammed his fist down on the steering wheel of the car he was driving as it sputtered pathetically and slowed down to a complete stop. "Not now, not now!"
"Honey, calm down," his wife, Mary Kujaku, told him. "Mai is safe at the Johnson's, she can wait a little while, I promise."
"But this stupid piece of-" Mike was about to say before he was cut off by a sharp glare from his wife, "trash," he finished.
"We'll be okay, look, there's a building right over there, we might be able to get help from them," Mary stated, pointing to a house not to far from them, tucked away in the forest beside the dirt road they were on.
"Alright, let's go," Mike growled as he climbed out of the car, Mary following behind.
They two hiked over to the smaller road leading into the quaint little home. It was nearly completely covered by trees and was almost impossible to see from the road. Mary was shocked she even saw it at all. It wasn't overly large, but wasn't extremely small either. It looked like a small cabin. Mike was a little shocked that there would be a house this far into the woods, especially on a run-down road such as the one they were walking on. The only reason they had been traveling on it in the first place was because they were coming back from a business meeting in another town and this was the only way to get to and from that ratty old town. Which brought up another question, why hadn't they seen it going to the town?
"Last Chance Orphanage," Mike mumbled as he read the sign in front of the porch. "Just great," he groaned.
Mary was already knocking on the door when Mike walked up. The door was made of wood that was starting to splinter here and there, but thankfully supplied visitors with a brass knocker. It was a rusted old knocker that squeaked every time it was moved. It did, however, produce a loud rapping sound, and that's all that mattered. The two waited and waited, and Mike's patience grew thin.
Mike was just about to walk away when the door opened. A younger woman poked her head out. She was in her late teens, early twenties with a light brown ponytail tied neatly on her head. She wore thin-framed glasses and her light green, almost blue, eyes looked through them and up at Mary and Mike. She was much shorter than the two of them, giving her an inferior look, in Mike's eyes.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"Yes, my name is Mike Kujaku, I was wondering if you have any spare gas, or know of a gas station nearby," Mike stated.
"No, I don't have any gas and there is no gas station for miles," the woman replied sympathetically.
"Shoot!" Mike growled.
"But if you want, you can stay here for the night, my supplies should be coming in tomorrow, and with it, some gas I'll let you have," the small lady offered.
Before Mike could answer, Mary piped up, saying, "Oh, that's wonderful, thank you."
"Happy to help, my name's Alisa," the woman smiled, opening the door wider. "Oh, and I hope you don't mind children, because there's a lot of them here," she added.
The two walked in and gaped. There were at least thirty or forty children running around the place. In and out of the back door they went. Some sat on the couch in the main room. Others sat on the floor and played games. There were those who watched TV and others that played with action figures, some missing an arm or leg. And in the midst of it all, sitting by himself in a dark corner away from the lights, sat a small, brown-haired boy.
Shadu: I gotta go to bed guys, but please review. And now do you know who's Japanese name I kept?