Author's Note: Sorry for all the late updates. I did a lot of writing while I was away and so I'm going to be uploading a lot of chapters for this and a lot of stories to make up for my absence. I just wanted to let you all know that I made a full recovery and that I now have a healthy baby girl! It'll be hard to update frequently, but Her Sapphire Sky will most likely be finishing by next year. There's a few more things I wanted to put in before I finished the story, but it is nearing it's end. Fun fact: this was originally going to be a one-shot story. For a bonus, I was thinking of uploading the original one-shot as the last chapter. Let me know if you'd like to read it!

"Trust me… I want you to meet her..." I spoke into my ear piece as I sipped at my coffee.

"I get it. Really." The voice on the other end replied. "But you know as well as I do that Seto won't appreciate it at all. He doesn't even know about your 'little' project to begin with."

"I'm aware." I sighed. "And I'm pretty sure that even if I told Kisara, she wouldn't be able to keep this a secret from him, even if she tried her hardest."

"She's not good at keeping secrets I presume?" He yawned.

"Not when it comes to Seto." I smiled. "She's really brought out the best in him. I really think you'd like her."

"Who knows." I could tell he didn't believe me. "You think she changed him enough to finally accept me as his brother too?"

I wasn't going to lie to him. It would be a hard thing to accept, especially after everything that had happened in the past.

"He'd probably say that you're nothing more than some artificial intelligence that's nothing more than a resemblance of a shell of a man. He'd say that even if you were real at one point, that you're nothing more than ones and zeros now." I looked out the window of the limo, staring at all the people who passed by. "I was lucky enough to find your subconscious after everything was destroyed all those years ago on that island… But I can't just give you a body to inhabit. I could probably create a cyborg or robot and insert you to that… but I still think Seto would hate you for having kidnapped me when I was a kid."

"You think he'd understand where I'm coming from after all these years..." He seemed upset.

"Don't worry Noah..." I noticed the university approaching in the distance. "He'll learn to accept you. If he can figure out how to be a normal human being because of a girl, he can learn to have another brother, even if we're only related because of Gozubora. He may not forgive you, but he'll look past it eventually."

My phone buzzed in my pocket as Noah asked his next question. "And what of this Kisara girl? What would she think of me if I did get the chance to make her acquaintance?"

"Kisara is kind." I smiled as I thought of her, pulling my phone from my pocket to see that Seto had sent me a text. "She may have to get used to talking to a screen with no face to put your voice to yet, but I think she'd come around quickly. She's perhaps the most accepting person I've ever met."

"You still haven't gotten my video feed working?" He scoffed. "Slacker."

I couldn't help but chuckle, "You sound more and more like Seto every day."

Between our exchanging of words, I opened the text on my phone, seeing what Seto had to say:

If you don't mind going with Kisara to get her things, she's going to be staying with us until she find's a new place. I'd go with her, but I have a few things I need to take care of.

And let me know how you did on your finals. Good luck Mokey.

"Don't compare me to him..." Noah wasn't too happy with that fact.

"Well, let's be honest Noah." I got back to talking about the project, smiling as I put the phone back into my pocket without replying. "I was a kid back when I first saw how you looked. And even though you appeared slightly older than me, I have to come up with how you're going to look now. Your age is different. And you honestly look and act a lot like Seto. I don't know how well built you should be, your height, or anything. I'm sure you don't want to be stuck looking like a child forever, so why not just let me use Seto's frame to mold your shape?"

"I'd rather stay a computer with a black screen than have his structure." I'm sure he'd roll his eyes if he could.

"Don't worry. I'm working on it." I lowered the volume on my ear piece as the car came to a halt, parking just outside the school's gates. "But keep it down. I'm heading into school now."

"Sure thing." He sighed. "Not like there's much I can do anyway. I'm stuck in your damn phone at the moment."

I chuckled once more. "I'd rather keep your AI chip on me than leave it where it could be stolen."

"I know." Noah yawned. "I'm going into sleep mode for a few then. Later!"

And the ear piece chimed a tone that shut down the volume. I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking about what part of our project I should work on next. Or, maybe I should go ahead and introduce Kisara to Noah, even if he's still trapped inside an artificial intelligence chip.

"Perhaps when I'll introduce her before we head over to get her things?" I accidentally said aloud as the limo came to a stop.

I smiled, realizing it as I opened the door for myself. I waved the driver to stay in the car as I headed inside to collect my scores.

Arriving back at the mansion, I wanted to stop in and put Noah's AI into the computer I had built for him. I had been working on some holograms in the duel system to give him form for some time now. No one knows of it though. I just tell people it's my private study, just as Seto has his own office, he too has a private study that he keeps locked up. Though, he doesn't spend much time there.

Walking inside, I trudged up the longs stair case and headed towards the upper cafeteria, where typically the staff would dine. But I continued passed it, getting a glimpse that Serenity was in there, working today. I had been so busy recently, that I hadn't checked her schedule or contacted her in some time. I hope she isn't mad at me… I didn't exactly leave the best impression at our first date.

Then again, it didn't help that Joey was constantly stalking us. Serenity and I are both adults. Even Seto could care less what happens. Serenity doesn't need Joey watching over her like a child. I get that they're siblings, and their parents aren't exactly involved with either of them at this point, but he could give her some more freedom. I'm one to talk though. I've been kidnapped countless times all because of being a Kaiba, and more so being the younger Kaiba. But not any more. I'll never allow myself to be subjected to another kidnapping.

I stopped in the hallway for a moment, questioning if I should stop in to see her. I just stood there for a moment, contemplating what I would even say to her. When I couldn't think of anything, I just continued forward. I didn't want to brush her aside. I truly care for serenity. I just had other matters to tend to today. Plus, I already told Seto I'd help Kisara out.

I wonder what she'll think of Noah? The only form of him that I have for a hologram still is him as a child, the way I first saw him. Trying to age him has proven rather hard. As realistic as I'd like it to be, he also wants to look as perfect as possible. He should realize how imperfect all humans are though. Just because he's currently living as technology, doesn't mean he isn't human any longer.

I continued to tread the halls until I reached the room I had been keeping locked for years now. Jamming my hand into my pocket, I rummage through, looking for the key that lied under my phone. I removed it and adjusted it in my hand before sliding it into the keyhole. But… there was a part of me that didn't feel ready to enter today. A feeling was growing in the pit of my stomach. I stared at the ceiling, my hand waiting to turn the key, but not taking action.

I should put his AI chip into the computer. Allow him the freedom of the mainframe to do with as he pleases. I usually always do, unless I feel like talking with him. That's when I take him in my phone, something I've always kept to myself after recovering his memory to begin with. I take him to school so I can work on this side project between classes. I allow him to learn with me, so that he can understand what all I have to work on. I want him to feel like a brother, one who's really involved.

It feels good to act as the protector from time to time… But it feels awful to hide him.

I removed the key, putting it back into my pocket. "You're coming with me today, Noah."

I spoke to no one as I turned and walked away, pulling out my phone to call Seto so that I would know where I could find Kisara. As I searched for his number in the phone, I put back on the ear piece that I used to speak to Noah. When the time comes, I'll let Kisara speak to him too.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" A voice comes from the entrance of the bedroom.

Holding a box that I was filling with her shoes, I turn to look outside of the closet. Kisara had turned around facing the bedroom door. Her eyes open wide. In her hand was a pen that she was clutching tightly at this point.

This is it. This is the confrontation. And I'm now a part of it, whether I wanted to be or not. I swallowed the anxiety away before emerging from the closet to the bedroom. His stare immediately averted to me. He didn't look shocked. He only looked at me with disdain I've never seen on another person's face.

"Kojiro…" Kisara's voice was shaky, "You're… H—home early."

She shouldn't have said anything. The fear in her voice only gives him the upper hand in this situation. He knows now how fearful she is. She's not in control for the beginning of whatever may come.

Without breaking his gaze from me, he addressed her. "So this is the little punk you're planning on leaving me for?"

His tone was frightening. His scorn was deafening.

Kisara could only stare at him, until he finally looked back over to her, but she didn't speak. His eyes narrowed, making the situation feel even worse. The air felt heavy, and I could see the tears forming in Kisara's glassy eyes.

"Here all this time, I had no idea that the younger Kaiba had the balls to go after a woman, let alone one who is spoken for."

"Was." I interjected. "Was spoken for."

"Mokuba—" Kisara tried to speak to me, but we were both interrupted by Kojiro's furious tone.

"Who gave you permission to speak?!" His focus was on me now. "You come into my home, with intentions of taking my fiance away from me? And not only that, but you of all the people in the world would have been the last person I would have figured would dare to speak up against me. You weak little—"

"It's not like that!" Kisara spoke up, her voice cracking.

He quickly snapped back at her, "Not like what? What exactly is actually happening here then, huh?"

His tone and demeanor changed when he looked to her. It was more dominating towards Kisara, and challenging towards me.

"It..." Kisara stuttered, taking a step back and placing her hand with the pen in it onto the nightstand where she had set the note. "I—I'm not leaving to—to be with Mokuba."

"First name basis already?" He scoffed. "What makes you two so friendly then?"

He started taking steps towards her. Carefully, I took my own steps towards him. The bed stood between Kisara and I, and Fujiyama was closer to her side than I was, though he was at the foot of it. He reached forward, fidgeting with one of the boxes of clothes that Kisara had packed up.

When Kisara didn't answer, he asked even more questions. "Then… Tell me, why exactly are you packing your things? Why is it that you're not wearing the ring I gave you?"

His hand dropped from the box to the comforter on the bed. His head limply fell to the side, a psychotic look on his face and he inched closer to Kisara. The warning signs were there, and I was building my own fear in my chest. I was bracing myself, expecting something to happen, waiting for the inevitable. But what was I preparing to go up against?

"I—I..." Kisara continued to stutter. "I don't—I don't… I..."

"OUT WITH IT!" Fujiyama shouted, throwing his fist against the box as it shoved to the opposite side of the bed, collapsing from the edge to the floor beside me.

Kisara's jaw tightened as the tears began to cascade from her eyes. As Fujiyama took a step closer, I jumped over the bed, forcing myself to jump off and land between the two. I could hear Kisara gasp as I stood face to face with the devil himself.

"Mo...Moku..." She stifled my name.

Fujiyama had a small burst of laughter, rubbing the side of his head and forehead. "You're interfering, Kaiba."

I didn't speak, just took in a few deep breaths as I stared him in the eyes.

He didn't like that. He stood up straight, the challenging look again cast down on me. He may stand taller than me, but I wouldn't back down. Not for Kisara. Not for the woman my brother loves. She was family the moment she walked into our lives.

"Move." He ordered me. "Or better yet, leave."

I snickered, "Not until Kisara is ready with her things."

That's when he smirked, and before I had realized it had happened, Fujiyama's fist was thrusting against my stomach. The breath was quickly knocked out of me, leaving me hunched forward. I refused to collapse though. It wasn't the first gut punch I've ever taken, and I doubt it would ever be the last.

And now, the adrenalin was kicking in for me. I sprung back, throwing my own punch. I had aimed for his head, not caring what part of him I hit, but before I could make contact, his foot had gotten the back of my leg as he almost gracefully spun to my side as I began to stumble forward. He then elbowed my back between the shoulder blades, just enough force to push me to the floor.

"Mokuba!" Kisara cried out, trying to reach forward to me. "Kojiro, stop!"

I looked up just in time to see him throwing his arm back at her, his forearm bashing against her cheek and knocking her back against the nightstand. She lost her footing, falling backward and trying to grab the nightstand to catch herself. But the force was too much, and it collapsed back with her, the contents falling from the top drawer and anything atop it scattering to the floor around her.

"Don't touch her!" I wheezed, getting back up quickly and ignoring my own pain. "Don't you fucking touch her!"

I threw myself at him, grabbing him from the waist and pushing us to the side, trying to put some distance between us and Kisara. The two of us collapsed to the floor as I pulled myself up over top of him, grabbing his smug tie and finally getting in my own hit to his face. I thrust my first against him twice before holding my arm back and catching my breath.

His head had been turned to the side, but through the two hard hits he smirked. He looked back up at me, the crazed eyes looking almost delighted. "I'll touch my fiance however I damn well please!"

And easily, he over powered me reaching forward and grabbing my neck with just his right hand. As he gripped tightly my neck, he hit my stomach once more, before rolling us to the side, further from Kisara, and now pulling himself over top me. He smirked as I braced for another punch, but instead, he stood up. His foot came crashing into my stomach a few times before he was able to kick me up against the dresser that stood against the wall. How did I even end up this far away from Kisara?

My back had hit the dresser hard, and I rolled forward onto my stomach. I buried my face into the carpet for a moment before taking another breath and looking over to Kisara, who had pushed the nightstand off of herself and was trying to get back up. She motivated me to try again, but just as I put my hands to the floor to try and push myself up, a foot came down on my head. For a moment, everything went black. The room began to spin as I attempted to look up. I should have kept my head down—as his heel punted my eye.

I covered my face with my arms at that point, curling my legs to a fetal position. I expected more to come down on me, but his focus was now changed to Kisara. She had stood up, backing herself up against the wall as he walked towards her.

"Now then." He didn't even sound tired. "Let's try this again—what is it exactly you were planning on doing here?"

I wanted to get up, but could barely move. Angry, I pulled on my hair, trying to stimulate myself. That's when I felt it against my wrist—the earpiece. I lowered my hand to my ear, my fingers searching for the button that would click the earpiece on. As soon as I felt the click, I let my arms fall.

"Noah..." I said as calmly as I could.

"No, what?" Fujiyama turned to me. "You're still conscious, little Kaiba?" I heard the chime in my ear as the AI was turning itself on, followed by Fujiyama's footsteps until he was next to me again. "If I were you, I'd let the darkness take over and pass out boy. You might not like what happens here if you try to wake up, got it?"

"The fuck?" Noah's voice comes through the ear piece.

I took a few heavy breaths. "I'll help Kisara… No matter what."

"Awh, that's too bad." He rolls his eyes as he gently places his foot back on my head. "You can't save her, little Kaiba. And if you can't save her, who could honestly save you at this point?"

Beneath his shoe, I try to look up at him. "What do you plan to do? You can't get away with this..."

He pressed down a little harder, kneeling a bit at this point. "Funny. Last I checked, you came into my home, trashed the place, and tried to attack me! In fact, you even hurt my poor, fragile Kisara." He pressed harder before stepping off and grabbing my hair to pull my head up, turning it to where I could see Kisara now who was gasping for air through the fear. "But, as long as you keep your fucking mouth shut, I may not bother calling the cops, yeah?"

I looked Kisara in the eyes, her tears still falling as she bit her lip. "Don't hurt him..."

Fujiyama looked at her. "It's far too late for that my dear."

"Please don't… I'll stay! Just don't hurt him anymore!" She cried out, the desperation taking over her as she pulled her hands to her chest and started crying heavily. "I'll do what ever you ask! Just let him go home and I'll unpack my things!"

That cracking voice. That pitiful cry. I couldn't let him get away with this. "Noah..."

"No, uh, what?" Fujiyama rolled his eyes again and dropped my head to the floor. "Are you trying to tell her something? Or are you still talking to me?"

Kisara couldn't stop sobbing. I couldn't do this alone… "Get… Seto..."

"Oh? You're gonna cry to your brother?" Fujiyama again stood up, his foot beating down on me once more. "Fucking coward!"

"Kojiro, stop!" Kisara through herself at him, trying to pull him away from me.

Again, he quickly turned and hit her, this time with his fist. She didn't fall back this time, but stumbled a bit. She then tried again to pull him off of me, grabbing his arm and using all her force to pull him away. So he shifted his weight, Kisara falling back as he purposefully fell with her, landing on their bed.

"I'm patching through to Seto now!" Noah knew what I meant.

I was telling Noah to get a hold of Seto. I don't know if he can do anything at this point… but Seto would know what to do.

Seto… I'm sorry… I couldn't protect her like you wanted me to…

I felt my own eyes welling up with tears, my vision hazy as I tried to look over to Kisara once more, Fujiyama over top of her on the bed. He was loosening his tie. Fuck no… He can't be…

"Stop!" Kisara started screaming, as he forced her arms back on the bed. She started kicking her feet, screaming at the top of her lungs. "Stop! Stop! STOP!"

And he stifled her with a forced kiss. But I could still hear the attempted screams as my vision started to black out.

I failed…. I failed… I failed them both…