This fanfic was originally written by my friend and all the credit goes to her. I'm just posting it for her because she can't find time to post it.
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to Sandra. The only characters that she has rights to are Sandra Castro and Maura Matataki.
Chapter Sixteen
The next morning, all of Sandra's friends were at her house waiting fot the arrival of her parents.
"Don't you worry about a thing," Joey said to Sandra, "I know exactly what I'm going to say to them. 'Good evening Mr. and Mrs... uh... what's your last name again?"
Seto laughed, "What a moron. Her last name is Castro and it's not evening, it's morning."
"Anyway," Sandra said to Joey, "Castro is my birth name, their last name is Rodriguez. Oh, and Seto, could you please try not to act so rude to other people while they're here? It would mean so much to me if you don't say what's on your mind about Joey."
Seto stared at Joey, "Fine, but if he says something about me, I'm responding back."
Tristan looked at his watch, "So what time are they suppose to be here?"
"Anytime now," Sandra responded, "Now you all remember the rules, right? Don't mention the theme park, magic millennium items, ancient past or Naomi."
Just then the door opened and Sandra's parents arrived. They got in and greeted everybody. Now they were all sitting in the living room and they were talking about their trip.
"But we're not going to stay long." said Mrs. Rodriguez, "We have to leave pretty soon."
"How soon?" Mokuba asked.
"We got called in to do business in South Africa for three months," Mr. Rodriguez said, "Our plane leaves tommorrow morning."
Everyone was bummed out that they were leaving so soon. Then Mr. Rodriguez finally recognized Seto.
"Aren't you Seto Kaiba, head of Kaiba Corporation?" he asked.
"Yes I am." Seto said.
Mr. Rodriguez smiled, "I knew I recognized you from somewhere. You invented the duel disk. You know, my little Sandra loves duel monsters. Of course, you should know that being the close friends that you are."
"Well," Sandra said, "About that... Seto and I are more then friends... he's actually my boyfriend..."
"Boyfriend!" Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez said in unison. "For how long?"
"It was a short while after she moved here." Seto responded.
"This is wonderful!" Mrs. Rodriguez said.
Sandra looked suspicious, "Really? You aren't mad?"
They laughed, "Of course not," Mr. Rodriguez said, "We are happy for you. Now you probably won't be into those ancient stories and magic power fairy tales."
Sandra was glad that they weren't mad, but it was still suspicious that they didn't seem just a little pissed off. She decided to let it go and let everyone have a good time. As everybody was talking, she couldn't help but think about the day they adopted her. Sandra was so broken up inside from all the pain that she had suffered, she would lock herself in her room for hours. It wasn't until her stepparents took her to Egypt that she had opened herself up. That was the same day she found her Millennium Item. It's a one of the few happy memories that she has.
"Sandra?" Mr. Rodriguez said, "Did you hear me?"
"I'm sorry." Sandra responded, "I must have drifted."
"Well, I asked if you could help me carry the suitcases to the rooms. You could take the small one over there."
Sandra went over to the suitcases and picked it up but something caught her eye. There were about three letters in the suitcase addressed to her. She dropped the suitcase and picked up the letters. They were from her father, her biological father.
"How long have you had these!" she yelled at her parents.
"Almost a year," Mrs. Rodriguez said, "but you---"
Sandra cut her off, "So he did try to contact me!" She began to cry, but was trying hard to hold back her tears. "How come you never told me! Huh! How come!"
Mr. Rodriguez tried to calm her down, "Sandra, trust me, he wants nothing to do with you--"
She cut him off, "Then why did he send me the letters? He must want something to do with me..."
"We thought it would be best for you---"
"How do you know what's best for me! You are not my parents! I've spent almost six years taking care of myself by myself, so don't tell me what you think is best! So shut up!"
Sandra started crying even more. Everybody was waiting for someone to break the awkward silence. They were also trying very hard not to look at Sandra directly in the eye while she was having a breakdown. Finally, she just ran up to her room crying and locked the door.
Seto, Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez followed Sandra to her room while the others waited downstairs in the living room.
"Sandra," Seto said, "Open the door." The door didn't open.
Mrs. Rodriguez knocked and said, "Please, we can explain, just give us a chance."
Silence was the only thing they heard. They went back downstairs with the others hoping that Sandra would come down.
Seto looked at Mr. Rodriguez, "I know that I should get involved in this family matter but I can't do that unless I know what's going on and Sandra is in no position to give me information. Why did her dad try to contact her?"
Mr. Rodriguez was quiet for a moment then said, "When Sandra was six years of age, her father was arrested for always beating her. The court, however, gave him a choice of either putting Sandra in an orphanage or try to be a good father. He chose the orphanage. After we adopted her, she found out this information and was really angry at her father. Then when I found an ancient treasure in Egypt, a picture of me was put in the newspaper. Sandra's dad must have seen it and he sent Sandra a letter wanting to know if she was rich or not."
"As a matter of fact," Mrs. Rodriguez said, "We already knew Sandra was going out with you because it was in the paper. Sandra's dad found that out too and sent even more letters about money."
"So her dad doesn't really care for her? Mai asked, "He just wants to know about the money?"
"Yes," Mr. Rodriguez said, "but now that Sandra has found out about the letters, she's not going to want to hear our side of the story."
Yugi got up, "You have to at least try. She's my friend and she deserves to know the truth whether she'll believe it or not."
Seto got up and pushed Yugi down, "Sit down, Yugi. Like I said before, I'm going to get involved. Now that I have all the details, I'm going to talk to Sandra... alone."
"Seto," Mokuba said, "Are you sure? She's under a lot of stress..."
He nodded, "I'm sure. We sort of went through the same thing. Our parents weren't there when we were growing up. Sandra just needs support, that's all."
"Hey, she's our friend too. We want to help." Joey said to Seto.
Seto got annoyed by him and said, "Listen Wheeler, I told you all ready, I'm going to talk to her alone. If you and your little pep squad want to talk to her, fine, but do it after I'm done."
Joey didn't want to cause a scene so he didn't say anything. Seto went upstairs to talk to Sandra.
Seto knocked on Sandra's door. She didn't answer. He then got a paper clip to unlock her door. He then entered her room and found her sitting on her bed.
"Hey," Seto said in a nice and gentle way, "I just found out about your dad. Look, before you get mad at your parents, there's something you should know--"
Sandra interrupted him, "I know. I sent Naomi downstairs to spy on you guys. I know this may sound crazy, but I don't think my real dad wrote those letters. Before you get all judgmental on me, hear me out. I've known my dad since I was little. He doesn't care about money, if he saw $1,000 on the street he would leave it there like he never saw it! He didn't write those letters!"
"But remember, you said it yourself that your father was a really nice guy before your mom's heart problems. People change, it's a way of life. Now what you need to do is suck it up and face it."
Sandra got really pissed off and said, "Hey! I'm not just some orphaned reject who needs other people to take care of her! Don't give me this 'suck it up' crap! I don't need support people, I need friends! Just because you had to grow up sucking it up all the time doesn't mean I have to!"
"I'm just trying to help! Don't get mad at me! In case you haven't noticed, my way has made me head of the most successful company ever!"
"Yeah, it also left you with a black heart..."
Seto gave her an angry look, "I didn't deserve that... You know how much I've sacrificed! Not just for me but for Mokuba too!"
Sandra was going to respond back to him but instead she started crying. Seto sat next to her and held her in his arms. She cried on his shoulder and he kept telling her that it was going to be all right.
"It's just that," Sandra said trying to break away from the tears, "I do know how much you have sacrificed. I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just that I'm so confused right now."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry too. I'm sorry for yelling but you still have to consider the fact that your father might have changed over the years. Face it, he's not the same guy that used to give you hugs and carry you around the house."
"Fine, I'll consider it. Doesn't mean that I'm going to believe it."
Just then Naomi came in. "Are you guys done yet? The people downstairs are getting worried because they heard screaming and Yugi said that if he hears anymore yelling then he is going to come up."
"Yugi," Seto said kind of angrily, "He's always meddling in other people's business."
"Not now Seto," Sandra said, "Let's just go downstairs and forget this whole crap ever happened."
Sorry about the wait on this chapter. I had to restart my computer and I lost all the chapters. But this chapter is longer then any of the others so I hope you like it. Please review, flame or whatever. Thanks.
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