Sometimes, when I'm at a bit of a loss for what to do in a story, I throw a low-level antagonist at my heroes to see what they do. I figured it was about time for me to do that with Kisara. After all, she doesn't really get much of a chance in canon to show what she can do.
The least I can do is give her the spotlight myself.
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Whenever Seto needed to unwind, when he had too much energy, or just felt too strong a desire to commit various felonies, he took to the pool. When Kisara felt the same way, she stepped into her running shoes. She'd tried to use the treadmills in Kaiba Manor's home gym but, after breaking three of them, she'd decided it was best for everyone if she just figured out a route through Domino City's various streets that was long enough to suit her.
So it was that she was caught—not by surprise, exactly—by a band of street toughs who seemed to think she was an easy mark.
Kisara stopped in front of the group, more out of idle curiosity than anything resembling caution. They closed in on her, faces trying to be neutral and unreadable but failing. The girl who seemed to be at the head of this little entourage was the first to speak.
She said: "You lost?"
Kisara slipped her hands into the pockets of her jeans and drew in a breath. "Not particularly," she said. "I find it difficult to be lost when I have no destination." She gestured. "Any direction is as good as any other." She tilted her head like a curious bird. "Can I help you? What is your name?"
The girl, who may have been older than Kisara but probably wasn't, looked more than a little nonplussed by her prey's attitude. "I'm Raz," she growled, and her tone suggested that she was puffing out her chest, even though she was slouching.
Raz's companions, two boys who were dressed in faded black jeans and t-shirts that were two sizes too small, made to cut off Kisara's escape. The newest member of the Kaiba family's private security team watched them all, to the last face back to the first, wondering what might happen next.
"You can help me," said Raz, "by explaining what the fuck you're doing in my neighborhood."
"Passing through," Kisara said. "If it's all the same to you, Raz, I'd like to get back to my business." She tapped at her earbuds. "This is a good song, and I'd rather not waste it. Do you think you could step to one side, please?"
All three Kaiba brothers had, at one point or another, warned Kisara that what she thought was simple politeness often came off to others as passive aggression; she supposed they must be right, considering Raz's reaction to what she thought was a perfectly reasonable thing to ask.
She was ravenous.
"I think we're gonna be good Samaritans today, boys," Raz said. "Gonna teach this little lady some manners."
Kisara rolled her shoulders, paused her music, and clicked her tongue. Fifteen seconds later, as she was turning on her music again, she glanced down at Raz—moaning piteously, curled in the fetal position—and tossed money onto the ground while the two boys ran away as fast as their fashionable sneakers could take them.
"I recommend you see a dentist, Raz," Kisara said lightly, and Raz would remember it for the rest of her life as the single most threatening thing anyone had ever said to her. "It's vitally important to care for your teeth."
It was Noa who noticed, upon Kisara's return to the grounds, that she had fresh scratches on her knuckles. More amused than worried, he asked: "Anything interesting happen out there today?"
Kisara shrugged. "Nothing much," she said. "Just a nice day for a run."