Author's Notes: I wasn't super happy with the title to this story. I'm bad with titles. At some point, a couple of months ago, when the vague idea of "Seto and Kisara in their early-twenties Blueshipping story" was born, I intended for this to be a more typical, serial, boy-meets-girl kind of story, with a clear timeline and chapters, eventually delving into deeper, darker, mental health kind of stuff. I had a couple of scenes that I really wanted to include, though I wasn't sure where they would fit per se, in a file called extras. I gave up on the idea of having a linear plot (or...a plot...), the whole piece is just extras. So now you're looking at extras :)

Everyone needs a little bit of Halloween blueshipping, right? Hope you enjoy :)

KaibaLand's version of Halloween was nothing like Kisara had imagined it would be. The whole park was lit in a warm, flickering yellow glow emanating from giant holographic jack-o-lanterns taller than she was. The whole park smelled faintly of popcorn and cinnamon; the food vendors were specially stocked for the occasion with candy corn-flavored white cocoa, giant iced sugar cookies in various festive shapes, and green punch served in plastic Erlenmeyer flasks. Young children, loaded with sugar and adrenaline, filled the amusement park; the air was full of the happy chatter and shrieking and giggling of kids.

Kisara was pleasantly surprised, but confused nonetheless. When Seto had invited her to KaibaLand to spend Halloween, she had expected a night of cheap jump-scares and gory haunts. She also had not expected the entire park to be full to the brim with young children, and—as far as she could tell, spare the KaibaLand staff—nobody older than sixteen or seventeen.

Seto, wearing a suit and appropriately candy corn-striped tie, was seated on a bench, typing furiously at something on his phone. Sitting next to him was Mokuba, holding a ghost-shaped sugar cookie and waving cheerily at her. Kisara took a seat next to the younger boy.

"It sure seems busy tonight!" she remarked, watching two children zoom by in a high-energy game of tag.

Mokuba smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Halloween is one of the biggest days here at KaibaLand. We close the entire park to the general public and have kids from the local orphanages and foster care programs come to visit for free. A lot of times the kids don't get a chance to trick-or-treat, or celebrate Halloween at all."

Kisara's stomach twisted. It was easy to forget that the wealthy brothers used to be orphans, a fact which both Seto and Mokuba talked about freely. Judging by Mokuba's elated expression, he was elated to have the opportunity to give back to the less fortunate.

Mokuba's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Seto doesn't like to visit KaibaLand," he said softly, his smiling violet eyes trained on Kisara. "He doesn't like to admit it, but he gets scared of big crowds. He does a lot of his speeches, his entrances, in weird ways because he gets scared of getting trapped in a lot of people."

Kisara nodded, mulling the idea over in her head. Seto grunted his disapproval softly to Mokuba without looking up from his phone, and Mokuba's eyes widened a little bit.

"But Seto always comes out to KaibaLand on Halloween. This was his dream, from way back when we were little." He nodded importantly. "He told me so."

"You never told me about your secret soft spot for children," Kisara glowed. A half-hour or so after meeting up with Seto and Mokuba, Mokuba had headed off to ride roller coasters, leaving Kisara and Seto alone. The pair were walking down a path lit by giant jack-o-lanterns lining the path, and strings of jack-o-lanterns that crisscrossed overhead like holiday lights.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," Seto responded evenly.

Kisara frowned, hoping that she hadn't offended him. It was still difficult for her to suss out when Seto was irritated, and when he was just being...Seto Kaiba. She timidly extended her hand towards his, brushing the back of his hand with her fingertips; she was mightily relieved when he took her hand into his, and he looked at her with a rare kind of softness in his eyes.

"When we were kids, back in the orphanage, after our family abandoned us, I promised Mokuba that someday we would have enough money to open a park for kids just like us," Seto confessed.

"No kidding," Kisara responded, feeling her eyebrows raise from the intensity in Seto's voice.

"That dream almost got lost so many times along the way. But KaibaLand was meant to exist," he said.

"That was sweet, that you told that to Mokuba when you were kids," Kisara said. "He's a good kid. I think he really looks up to you."

Seto's face darkened. "Mokuba's been through too much already," he said vaguely. "When we were little, I promised him a good life. I intend to make good on that promise."

"I mean..." Kisara gestured at the gorgeous scenery that surrounded them. "I can't believe how lucky Mokuba is to get to be a part of a place like this."

Seto nodded, but there was something different about him. Later, Kisara would come to understand that there were times when Seto would get so lost in thought, in the dark memories of what had already come to pass, that even a thousand holographic jack-o-lanterns couldn't bring him out of it.

Kisara yawned, resting her head on the soft leather armrest of the sofa in the Kaibas' living room. She, along with Seto and Mokuba, had stayed at KaibaLand until every last child was accounted for. She had watched, feeling an odd, bittersweet kind of tug at her heartstrings, as Seto and Mokuba posted themselves like sentinels at the exit gates of KaibaLand, handing out silver foil-wrapped pieces of chocolate shaped like ghosts. She had sat on a bench, watching the unending stream of children glow with warmth as they took treats from Seto and Mokuba, at the bright, hopeful pairs of eyes that looked up at her boyfriend, and smiled until her cheeks hurt.

Now, the three of them were sprawled across the spacious upstairs living room of the Kaiba mansion, while some B-list horror movie played from a cable channel in the background. Mokuba was wrapped in a navy blue-striped afghan, texting from his cocoon on the rug. Kisara was curled up on one side of the couch, and Seto was lying on the other side, propped up to a forty-five degree angle by pillows, typing something furiously on the laptop balanced on his lap. A half-empty bowl of cinnamon kettle corn, leftovers from the busy night at KaibaLand, lay abandoned on a coffee table.

Drowsiness tugged at Kisara's eyelids. The couch suddenly felt like it had very powerful magnetic properties. Kisara had never spent the night with Seto before, but she certainly hadn't imagined that their first night together would be spent like this. And yet...Kisara thought with another long, deeply satisfying yawn, falling asleep here right now feels so right.

Sluggishly, Kisara became aware of a warm hand on her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open tiredly, and she turned her head to find herself staring into Seto's bright blue eyes. The boy smiled, putting his other hand around her hip and adjusting her body so she was leaned against his shoulder. "Doing okay?" he asked softly.

Kisara blinked sleep from her eyes. Apparently, Mokuba had passed out on the rug, using his sweatshirt as a pillow. The lights were off. At some point, someone had muted the television, so it was nothing more than a softly flickering glow in the room, bathing Seto's face in blue light.

She couldn't muster the energy to speak much louder than a whisper. "Tired..." she said groggily.

"Kisara, it's five-fifty-three in the morning."

Ahhh, morning! Kisara bolted upright, her thoughts still sluggish with exhaustion. "Ah. Sorry...I fell asleep."

Seto snickered. "I can see that."

She closed her eyes for a moment. "Do you want me to go to home?"

Seto wrapped his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her arm gently. Too tired to sit upright, the momentum carried Kisara's head onto Seto's chest. He was still wearing his white dress shirt and candy-corn tie, though it was loosened significantly at the top. "You can stay here, if you'd like."

Kisara's eyes were already closed again. "Mmm-hmm. I like that," she muttered. Seto gently laid her down on the sofa, putting his arm around her stomach.

"'Night, Seto," she muttered sleepily.

"It's already morning, Kisara," Seto responded, sounding amused.

"It's...oh my god, whatever. You haven't gone to sleep yet. Go to bed, Seto." Kisara faintly heard Seto mumble a sarcastic response, but she was already asleep again.