Chapter

Seeing her out of the blue, and a few months after going to Egypt, it's not coincidence is it? Seto was dreaming while these thoughts flooded his mind. He was wandering around in a field with no apparent destination. The grass swayed around and odd little creatures darted through it. He ignored them and wandered around, the sky overhead changed colors constantly and never stayed the same for long. It turned a brightening blue forcing him to look away. The whole area turned white, mist of colors swirled around. Seto faced forward and stared wide eyed at a miniature Blue Eyes White Dragon hovering before him staring back.

"Seto, you remember don't you? You've always climbed from a low point to the highest you can go. That was what I loved about you, really." The voice came from the mist. A shadow transformed into Kisara, her Egyptian self. She smiled sweetly, her eyes kind.

"I've seen you a lot lately, care to explain?"

"I shouldn't expect you to remember but I still do. At least our bond's intact; I can tell you still care. You did proclaim it first." She giggled, her hair floated with the movement of her head.

"Sorry, how about you help me remember?" he folded his arms, slowly becoming annoyed by the white haired woman.

"In a few months you've forgotten? It was refreshed then. From 3,000 years ago. Remarkable for you." She folded her hands staring at him calmly.

"I'm still waiting Kisara."

Kisara sighed and nodded. "I'm the blue eyes white dragon's spirit. It was my dragon which I gave to you 3,000 years ago. You were constantly saving me from cages." She giggled again. Two dragons began to emerge from behind her, the miniature one that was still with Seto flew towards her. He stared and the scene he'd saw began to come back.

"I see you're starting to get it. That's why you've got all of the dragons. Our love for each other survived this whole time, I'm glad only you can use them." She stroked one of the dragons' head; the miniature had blown up to the normal size.

"But unfortunately, my modern self is slow. She's only just come to accept she's the spirit and seems to understand she lived a long time ago in Egypt. I take her there sometimes, I want her to remember. I was born again, but not as myself so it is frustrating to make her understand. But just as your love is still here her's is too, she just can't find out why by herself." Kisara mounted a dragon.

"So I tie into this web how?" He'd unfolding his arms, his attention had been caught. He seemed unconcerned but he listened intently.

"Seto, I'm not your past self so I can't answer that directly. Please, understand since I've said as many times as possible. I love you." As quickly as she came, Kisara vanished back through the mist.

"Great, a riddle. It's just a waste of my time to listen to a dream. I'm not foolish." He turned and spotted a small dragon. It growled at him and opened its mouth.

"Big Brother! You're over sleeping! Get up now or you'll be in trouble!" Seto was nearly shocked and in reaction flung a pillow in a random direction.

"Hey! Geez, that's the thanks I get for looking out for you?" Mokuba shoved the pillow off of him; he'd been knocked back to the floor. Seto scratched his head and glanced at his younger brother. Mokuba playfully stuck his tongue at Seto.

"I'm up. Thanks Mokuba, keep looking out for your big brother." He stretched.

"Fine." Mokuba headed for the door, he turned around with a grin. "But you mumble in your sleep. You have a crush on Kisara?" he dashed out as a pillow hurled towards the door slamming it shut. Seto stretched and crankily forced himself to leave the pleasant bed. He scratched his head once more.

"Troublesome, even though it's nonsense, that dream will be bothering me for the rest of the day." He moved to the closet to get dressed for a meeting.

Seto moved down the busy sidewalk that bustled with people and the every day activities. Seto had spent 4 long hours talking business and wanted to relax, that one selfish desire nagged him halfway through. He looked up at the looming buildings but quickly regretted doing so.

"Oh my! I'm sorry I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention I should be much more careful!" Seto stepped back in shock. Before him, the Dark Magician Girl?! She looked up and quickly beamed, he stared at her still surprised.

"Hey! Mr. Kaiba! Wow, I really was way off, hehee!" she scratched her cheek. Seto regained composure and wanted to keep walking but she prevented that.

"What?"

"No Nothing! Eep, I uh, thank you!" she giggled and beamed again.

"For what?" This cosplayer was beginning to really irritate him.

"Well, hmm. For hosting that Tournament the other day! Because of it I was able to get as job promoting this store as Dark Magician Girl. The pay's so much better than what I used to get so I quit that one and am doing much better! Only regret I have is not being able to watch with my friend Kisara but she didn't get to see it either so I wonder if it's okay..."

"You must be Mana then? I remember Kisara spoke something of you."

"Oh yeah! You two met each other already, how nice! Kisara's working now; when I get home I'll tell her hi for you."

When she gets home? That means then… "You two live together?"

Mana jumped and covered her mouth. She looked regretful for a minute before her usual face returned.

"Y-yeah. We share an apartment but I don't think Kisara would like it if I prattle about that so I'm off! Duty calls for me, goodbye!" Mana turned and half ran, half skipped away as fast as the crowd would let her. Seto decided to shrug it off and continue his walk. After a few minutes the people around him seemed to become lost in thought. He ignored them; they were slower so more paths were open. Soon he heard a noise and he himself was caught wondering.

"Poor girl, management these days!"

"I know. I'll never eat there again. Wish I could beat that punk up!"

"Honestly! That woman shouldn't create such a disturbance."

"What are you talking about?! Are you just as perverted old man?!"

"Learn your place!"

"What happened here Gerald?" a woman near Seto asked the man who must be named Gerald.

"Only a few minutes ago an employee was fired from there, it's not her fault. I heard a costumer found it appropriate to touch her breast."

"How'd she get fired from that?"

"She whacked his face so hard with the tray, metal, his nose began to flow blood."

"It's obvious the manager doesn't care about his employee's well being! Hmph."

Seto, now satisfied began to walk before he spotted this now obviously popular woman kicking the ground.

"Kisara?" she turned around, clearly angry.

"Oh hi, Seto! Geez! Listen please! I was fired for reprimanding someone out of line! He touched my breast! It was my first reaction to slam his face in!"

She shifted from foot to foot; she looked like the score was far from settled. Seto stared down at her and offered an idea.

"I'm sorry to have rocketed off on you like that. Just, um, the anger and stress it just uh needed a way out."

"Well, if you're still looking for a job there's a maid position available at my mansion."

Kisara stared at him, her eyes wide. Why did I just say that? Her being there, would be…No, is Mokuba right? He shook his head and stepped past her. Kisara quickly spun around, blush on her face.

"S-Seto wait I'll take it! Being a maid…uh." She raised a hand but let it drop as if she'd forgotten what she'd have said. Seto stopped and looked back then away.

"Then, I suppose I'll take you there. Let me call my driver."

"Thank you!"

Seto said nothing as he waited for his driver to answer.

Kisara sat silent and nervous as they waited in silence to arrive. She tapped her heel to see if it could help ease her nervousness but sopped. Suddenly Kisara felt as if she could hear Mana's voice asking if the uniform was perverted, she couldn't help but snicker. Seto raised his eyes questiongly at her.

"No nothing. Thanks again for this, the uniforms uh…" Kisara didn't want to offend and seemed to not know what to say.

"Conservative, they always have been." He lowered his eyes again but looked out the window.

"Oh! I didn't mean to offend if I did, it really doesn't make a difference to me." She paused to, desperately to grasp words that would make better sense. Idiot! What a thing to ask! Such a dumb question, I'll be able to help Mana, why did I almost get it thrown way? Of course Seto wouldn't have a perverted mind, but maid uniforms are a fetish for most men. Is that why I worried? For him to see me in one, what would happen? No! He doesn't even have the same feelings...wait, what feelings? Kisara, you feel something for this man? No, I shouldn't I don't. I don't! She breathed deeply and shook the thoughts away. She felt them slow, perhaps for a sign or the light she would never know.

"Thanks, for helping me out the other day." She bashfully lowered her head to her knees. Her shoulders felt amazingly stiff and her legs felt like they'd suddenly pull her from the car.

"You're welcome. It was interesting too, I ran into your cosplayer friend as well." He continued to stare away outside the window. Wonder what he's thinking…huh?

"Oh Mana? Sorry, she's quite energetic. She probably thanked you for something surprising huh?" she looked back up, color back to normal and chuckled.

"Yes. You two seem really close." He stole at glance at Kisara. The blue eyes met, holding the glance for awhile. Seto quickly drew his back to the window and Kisara's returned to gaze at her knees.

"Well, she's helped me out immensely. That's why I really need this job, to help her out for all these years." Kisara's heart felt heavy, the old times were stabbing it. Seto looked back this time at her lowered head.

"Huh?" He knew he shouldn't have asked but she seemed troubled. Seto felt certain that if he knew he could ease whatever it was.

"Um," Kisara sighed. "A couple years ago when I was younger I was k-," Don't let it slip! "I was cared for by my mother. My father left for a way too young foreign woman. My mother worked too hard, we barely saw each other. I tended for the house and eventually I got a job to help her. That's when I met Mana, she was struggling too but our difference was she couldn't stop smiling. I had forgotten how really. We promised to stay friends and help as much as possible. Mana one day had to leave; her parents' told her they couldn't care for her and themselves anymore but she still smiled. It was a sign that things were to get worse. My mother's highest paying job suddenly went overseas which we couldn't afford to follow. Her other jobs weren't enough and I wasn't a help either. I came home as usual but she was different, she told me with such a nice body I could find a lovely husband or sell it. Hearing that shocked me and her as well, she cried soon after and ran around the apartment throwing wine everywhere! She replaced her tears with laughter!" Kisara paused; her eyes stung and her throat choked her. She gasped for breath and continued.

"M-mother ran and even made trips to get bottles. She threw one at me! She said "have a blast while I you're still young" but I stood there! I didn't try to stop her! She eventually collapsed to the ground and drank the rest of the bottle, and cried again and beckoned me to be near her. I obeyed! I sat down and continued to silently watch as she pulled the lighter from her apron! She flicked it open, her words, and Mother's last words, "My Daughter, I've tried please forgive me please understand that I've gone wrong. I wish you a much happier life so let's go find it" and she dropped it on a large stain of wine next to her! The place was ablaze in no time, she held me close, she held onto me and I couldn't move! I was spoiled, I was selfish, I tried to get away I wanted to live! When she refused to let go, I bashed her face with a bottle! She cried and wondered where her daughter had gone or if she'd already died in the flames. I didn't even beg for mother to come along, I just climbed out the window to the next building! I left my wonderful, caring mother to die! To die all alone! Mana saved me. I came here and we began to live together as each others support, I could smile. I could smile as much as Mana could." Kisara's vision had blurred. Her knees were gone only replaced with black. When had she fallen onto the floor? Tears flowed onto her face, it was soaked and she held herself tightly. Kisara hiccupped; she felt extra hands on her back. Her heart pounded in her ears and she hiccupped again and closed her eyes. Seto embraced Kisara tighter, hating himself for having asked. I won't allow her to be like that again. I'll do what I can. The two remained on the floor for sometime, Seto protecting Kisara and Kisara holding for her life.

"Mr. Kaiba?"

"Yes?"

"We've arrived, Sir."

Kisara moved back a little and dried off her face. She smiled up at Seto; he only stared back slightly worried.

"Thank you. I feel much better now."

Seto nodded at her in return.

Kisara stared at the large place feeling very small. People greeted Seto when he passed. Kisara followed closely taking it in. I think that I may just throw up. Her head spun, it took sometime before she realized that they'd made it inside and Mokuba had come to greet his older brother.

"Hello Kisara! I hope that you enjoy it here."

"Hm- oh yes thank you Mokuba. Please help me out if possible?" Kisara glanced at the brothers. They, they really don't look related... Mokuba nodded at her and smiled as he went off somewhere. Seto smiled after his younger an only brother before turning back to Kisara.

"Someone will be here shortly to assist you. Sorry but I have to be off now, will you be alright?" he nearly jumped at hearing himself speak those words.

Kisara nodded energetically. "Y-yes! I should be, I won't be a bother. Thank you so much Seto."

"That's Master Seto." Kisara felt a tap on her head and looked to see and old woman in a long purple dress staring seriously at her.

"Young maids are always a bother. Learn respect, properness and how to behave. You're to not to feel anything for the Masters except loyalty. You are a servant. Understood?!"

Kisara jumped and nodded, Seto had already left. I think I need to be rescued.

"No head movement, unless you're looking for something or are bowing it for respect. Words are proper, come with me and we shall get you your uniform. It is to be worn strictly at all times on the property. Break these rules and you're given no second chance at all. Permission is to be acquired before hand." Kisara followed the old woman and gazed around at the people and objects they passed. The woman finally stopped in front of a door and opened it.

"In here you're to find your uniform size and change into it before coming out. Your time limit is twenty minutes exact!"

Kisara quickly walked in and began her immediate search. She shifted through the racks and began to feel anxious. She ran towards another direction and furiously searched.

"Ah! Got you, now to change my clothes and quickly." Kisara quickly undressed and figured out how to put on her maid outfit. The blue dress reached her ankles, exposing her required white stockings and Mary Janes. Her stark white apron contrasted nicely and was trimmed with frills. The sleeves had puffs laced as well, with long white sleeves under it. It had a laced white collar with a red bow tied underneath which Kisara assumed the KC logo pin was to be stuck onto. The hat was a typical maid hat, just blue and white but tied onto her head with ribbons. Kisara meekly stepped back out to face the stingy woman. The woman almost smiled or had a muscle spasm.

"The pin goes on the lower right of the apron! You used 18 minutes, do better next time. These uniforms have been around since before I was born, they are tradition so remember that!"

Kisara shifted her feet and lowered her head. "Sorry Madam." Now, a sign of respect I can't mess up that one! This old hag must've never been dated.

"Straighten up now! It's rude to hover like that for too long. My name is Corinne, I'm head maid. Any questions come straight to me, all my rules are law and broken ones are strictly forbidden. I keep this place running perfectly; I have for 62 years now." Kisara used all her known power to keep her mouth from dropping open. This old hag must really be old, 62 years of maid service to this mansion, how long has she been here and never bored?

"Now, because you're new I'll give you the very most simplest of tasks. You're to mop the kitchen floors until I see my reflection so perfectly it looks as if I were in its place. Understood!" Corinne led Kisara to the bucket and mop's waiting place. Kisara nodded and grabbed them in the most respectful way she knew of. Hopefully she'll lead me to the kitchen for a couple of days and not expect me to remember where it is. Kisara looked to Corrine to see what she would do but jumped slightly. Corrine's already stern and wrinkled face was closer and she was squinting sternly at the poor girl.

"Y-yes madam!?"

"Stuttering is a clear sign of lack of intelligence or composure. Do not do it ever again. Follow me!" Corrine turned heel and swiftly glided down the hall way. Kisara held onto her mop and bucket tightly and tried to keep up while remaining up straight and balanced. Someone help me! Kisara felt herself falling to the side but winced as she was swiftly propelled the other way. A door had flung open just as she'd lost her balance. Not what I had in mind! Still thanks. Kisara sat confused on the floor, holding the mop like a weapon while Corrine lectured the poor man unlucky enough to open it. She recovered and stood up, brushing herself off and found her bucket.

"Come along Kisara. You'll fill the bucket in here." The door that had hit her was the door leading to the kitchen. The new maid nodded and went in but soon felt all her energy sapped clear away. The kitchen was large, many obstacles that were in her way which would need to moved and she was the only maid.

"The others have 'graduated' up to more fitting positions. Do not mess this up or you're out hunting for another profession."

"Yes madam!" Kisara felt a rap on her head.

"Don't raise your voice to me!" Corrine turned her signature heel turn and was out in a minute.

"Oh boy, am I desperate?!"

"So tired. Just one more area…I can…do it! Ugh, just a minute of rest, no! She's watching I need this job, need it, need it. My arms hurt." 3 and a half hours had passed and Kisara was just finishing up. She was great full there was no time limit.

"D-done. Haa!" Kisara dumped her water in a large tub and set her mop into the supply closet. She shuffled over to the door and let herself in the hallway.

"Yipe!" Kisara jumped back to the wall. It had gotten darker and Kisara had the pleasure of seeing Corrine staring at her sternly.

"Don't scream! It's dark; I'll inspect what you've done." Kisara nodded and swallowed hard.

"Well done, I've seen much much better but for a new maid this is proficient, I suppose. Now, to your quarters!"

"What? Quarters? What's that mean?" Kisara nearly stammered confused.

"You're a new maid correct? You don't know your way around this mansion yet now do you? You're to stay here with other girls who don't know their way as well until you know it from every corner."

"So I'll be staying here!?" Kisara covered her mouth, maybe she'd need to learn to handle her emotions better.

"Don't raise your voice! Yes, correct. Just until you demonstrate you know your way. There's not mandatory sleepwear except that you're forbidden from leaving your room with one on. Follow." Kisara was dazed and nearly screamed as she followed the old woman to her sleeping room shared with 6 other girls.

"Ladies! This is Kisara, the new maid. She came today therefore, she knows nothing. Don't be rude make her feel welcome and help when it's plain as day she's lost." What a lovely welcoming. I'm not going to get along with this woman at all! Kisara pushed a strand of hair, one of many, away from her face and smiled shyly.

"Hi everyone nice to meet you." Corrine closed the door and left them alone in the odd but friendly silence.

"Oh shoot! I didn't bring anything with me…oh no! I didn't call Mana! She doesn't know where I am, what will she do?"

"Oh, you don't need anything but sleep clothes and your uniform in this place. I'm Rosanne." The long red haired girl with gorgeous amber eyes smiled.

"Hm? Who's that, a sister or mother? What ever I've managed to smuggle my cell so give 'er a ring. Tammy." The short light green haired woman with blue eyes winked as she threw her phone to Kisara. The other four girls sighed and shook their heads.

"No, Mana's my friend I've been living with until now…I guess." Kisara fumbled the phone but managed to not let it fall.

"Now dear, don't lizen to Tammy at all. Zeel only lead you too a lot of trouble and I'm zure you wouldn't like that. Tammy'z juzz a trouble maker." The short brown haired, who had it tied back, girl with large rimmed glasses stared at Tammy. Tammy stuck her tongue out.

"Learn to zpeak without zounding ztupid Gretta."

"Don't fight you two. My name's Haley and this is my cousin, Heather." The two girls looked nearly identical. They had long wavy blond hair but Haley's eyes were blue and Heather's brown. The last girl lazily raised her hand while lying down. Kisara began to dial.

"I've got extra nightgowns if you don't mind, I can lend you one. Property of Julia." She had short bangs and black hair as long as Kisara's; her eyes were a deep red. The phone began to ring and Kisara did a double take at Julia. She felt like she was looking at herself but evil styled.

"Hello?"

"Mana! I got a job as a maid at Seto's Mansion and need to stay for awhile. I don't know how long though..."

"A Maid at his place!? Awesome, great job and a ma-….a maid? Kisara, that's a popular fetish for men. Are the uniforms perverted!? What's it look like!?"

"Ow my ear, shh. It's perfectly fine. It doesn't affect him and they're very modest, no skin shows anywhere. I just didn't want to worry you of where I could be."

"Oh! Well it's fine. I guess we should start to walk away huh? We won't see each other for a really long time. My job's going to be moving me around lot in different places and different times and you're a stay there maid you say?" Kisara's heart panged at her friends sad words.

"No! We'll find time don't worry Mana! Count on me, and it's only for awhile I'll be here so..."

"Yeah!" Mana's voice was back to happiness. "Don't let him be perverted either Kisara. Good night!"

"Good night Mana." Kisara hung up and threw the phone back. "Thanks Tammy."