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She stood away from the rest of the duelists. She was neither one of them nor did she much care for Duel Monsters at all. Her eyes swept over the hordes of people, choking on the mere sight and stench of them. 'How can anyone live in such a throng of people? How can they stand the sight, or smell, of them?' she shook her head as she stepped into the shadows, the group that Mutou traveled with strode past her, looking into the shadows and being unable to see her, hurried on whispering amongst themselves.
She glanced up at her brother. She did love him, but she just could not respect him. His methods were dirty and not at all the ones she would use if in his place. He was just too conniving.
Oh, how she changed under the light of day.
Cynical and cold, she gazed at everything with a look unfathomable; there was not a way, with words, to describe it. But, behind her gaze, there lurked thoughts that she kept hidden from even her brother. 'I know my brother is planning on finding a way to use Kaiba, but how I don't know. I cannot let him get to Kaiba. It just cannot be done. Gods, now what have I truly gotten myself into? Do I even want to know? Damn it, why am I staking risks upon this again; oh yeah, my damn cards."
She stepped out of the courtyard, aware that her brother's gaze was on her back. She was supposed to watch over duels she saw and made sure that no duelist was cheating, but she'd let some slip, her brother knew that she would.
'Blue, how could he be though? How could Cecilia know of the Wind and Sea? How could she!' she clinched her eyes shut as her thoughts drifted in a direction she'd gone many a time before, yet, still had no answers. Whatever the cause of her sudden interest in her brother's opponents gave her a chill, because even with all her powers, there was something hidden in Kaiba and Mutou, mainly Kaiba, which scared her.
No matter though, she was still determined. Whatever the cause, she'd find out when she spoke with Kaiba. By that time, he had come out of his coma –– she hoped. She let out another uncharacteristically defining sigh. She had to stop doing that. She'd end up with a reputation as a softy if she kept it up.
She sped up her pace; her brother's goons were following her. She lost them in the trees, the fools unused to the darkness and unmarked pathways of the woods, and leaned back against the trunk of the one in which she had hid. Letting her legs hang down, she closed her eyes and fell into a highly irregular sleep.