A/N: Sorry this took a little longer than I anticipated. But look! A plot appears! Lol. I hope you enjoy!

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Several weeks later, Kisara was walking home from school. She still hadn't found out what it was Seto was hiding from her, though she could hardly say she'd expected to discover what it was so quickly. She did feel like she knew him better, though. That probably had something to do with how most of their conversations consisted of questioning each other, as neither could come up with much out to talk about without knowing the other. Kisara mainly asked questions, most of which Seto answered. He didn't seem to mind, but normally kept his answers as brief as possible.

She turned the corner to find a police car parked in front of her aunt and uncle's house, where she lived. This certainly wasn't going to be an ordinary Friday.

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On Monday morning, Seto walked into homeroom to find Kisara all ready in her seat. That was strange; he was usually the first one there. He sat down next to her, yet she didn't seem to acknowledge his presence at all.

"Kisara?" he said. She turned to look at him. Her face was pale, paler than usual, and her eyes looked very tired. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Kisara glanced at the clock; there was only about five more minutes before the other students started to show up. "I'll tell you later," she said, before looking down at her desk.

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Seto watched Kisara during their classes. She didn't speak much, and she seemed to be distracted all day. Once or twice, he noticed she seemed very alert and focus. She tensed up, her hands clenched into fist, and she stared at her desk with an expression of anger, and perhaps fear. What could've happened?

Finally, they got to lunch. This left them with half an hour to talk and no one close enough to hear them over the dull roar of the cafeteria.

"Kisara, what's going on?" he asked.

She bit her lower lip, hesitantly. After a moment, she spoke. "My parents were murdered on Friday." she said matter-of-factly.

Seto stared blankly at her for a few seconds, though she wouldn't look at him. Before he could say anything Kisara spoke again.

"Don't worry. I only call them my parents for lack of another word. I don't miss them. They meant nothing to me." she paused. "Besides, I've all ready been living with my aunt and uncle for months, so there's not any problems. Or at least there wouldn't be, if not for..."

"What?" Seto asked as she trailed off, hoping she'd continue.

"Guess who the police department's prime suspect was?" she asked, lifting her eyes at last. She wore a smirk on her face, though her eyes showed that she thought the situation was anything but comical.

"You can't be serious," Seto remarked.

"That's what I said. But still they dragged me all the way up to that god forsaken town for questioning. I bet they would've loved to pin the whole thing on me... Too bad I was in school all day Friday, with hundreds of classmates to support my alibi. And I didn't have the motive or money to hire an assassin."

"How is it that no one has heard about this?" Seto asked. Surely the news that the new girl was suspected in murdering her parents would spread around the rumor tracks like wild fire.

Kisara smirked again. "The town of Little River keeps its secrets well; as far as the outside world is concerned, nothing bad happens there."

Kisara's gaze shifted downward again.

"That's not all, is it?" Seto asked.

"No..." Kisara said. "There's more."

Seto waited quietly for her to continue. Finally, she did.

"Whoever it was," she said, "Whoever killed them left a note." Again she paused, but Seto just waited. "I think they were after me."

She shook her head as if it would somehow cause everything to make sense.

"What did it say?" Seto asked.

"'You can't hide forever, Blue Eyes girl,'" Kisara said quietly.

"Blue-eyes girl..." Seto said in disbelief.

"Yeah, blue-eyed would seem a better choice in words," Kisara said, thinking that he just thought the phrase sounded strange.

Kisara stared at the table, and neither said anything for a while.

Kisara finally spoke. "People are dead because someone wanted to get to me. I may not have liked those people very much, but I don't much like the thought of someone dying because of me." She paused. "They're after me, Seto. I don't know who they are, but I don't want them to kill me too. I don't know why they want me..."

Seto stood up suddenly and started walking towards the doors.

"Where are you going?" Kisara asked, standing up.

"You'll find out soon enough," Seto said, leaving the cafeteria. Kisara sat back down, waiting for lunch to end.

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The last bell had rung for the day, signaling the end of school. Seto had not showed up at lunch, nor did he go to his last two classes. Kisara made it out the school's entrance and began walking on her normal path home. A few seconds after she made it to the sidewalk a car pulled up beside her. It was a metallic, light blue sports car that was obviously designed for speed. The tinted window on the passenger's side, which was near her, rolled down.

"Get in," a familiar voice called. Kisara leaned over to look into the car, all reading knowing who she would see in the driver's seat.

"Seto! Where've you been?" she asked.

"I went home early," he replied, "now would you please get in the car."

Kisara complied.

"Where do you live?" Seto asked.

"Lexington. It's off of Main, the big blue house, you can't mist it," Kisara told him.

Seto nodded and set off in that direction.

"What's the rush?" she asked as she buckled her seat beat.

Seto glanced at her incredulously. "People are out to kill you, and you plan to walk home alone?"

"Right that," Kisara said meekly.

Seto smirked. "Yes, that; besides, I thought you wanted to know who theses people are and why they're after you."

"You know!?" Kisara practically shouted.

"I might know why, but I think I know where we can find someone who'll know better than I do," Seto replied.

"Where?" Kisara asked.

Seto paused. "Would your aunt and uncle let you miss school tomorrow?"

"Luna wouldn't mind if it's just this once; after all, she was going to make me stay home today, after all that's happened..." Kisara said. "But that doesn't answer my question."

The car pulled up in front of the house. "Pack your bags and tell your aunt you'll be back tomorrow night. To answer your question- we're going to Egypt."

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