Legend of the blue eyes

Chapter 1

It was, I would call it, an ordinary day at Kaibacorp, or rather, my home. As I recall, I had decided to work at home that day. I sat at my desk, piles of paper strewn across its glossy wood finish. There was always work to be done. As I pondered over mile-long contracts, my little brother, Mokuba, burst through the doors, panting as if he'd just run a marathon.

"Seto, there was a kidnapping downtown! Yugi saw the whole thing! He says a man in a cloak took off with some girl's father! He's downstairs!" He shouted almost incoherently.

"Who, the father or Yugi? Would you slow down, you're not making any sense!" I replied in a rather agitated tone. I was being too harsh again.

"Yugi. He's pretty banged up, and he brought the girl." Mokuba answered, leaning against the wall for support. I bolted past and swept down the hall, hitting the 'down' button for the elevator most definitely more than once. What kind of trouble could he have gotten into this time, and why had he come here? Not to mention, who was kidnapper, and why did they so resemble a Rare Hunter? I thought about this as I stepped into the elevator and hit the ground floor button, maybe a little too hard. A tiny crack formed across the shiny plastic shield. Great, something else to worry about.

Finally the elevator doors slid open and I saw Yugi arguing with my security officers. I glanced over to the door to see the mutt and the rest of Yugi's gang pile through the door. This was not what I needed to deal with today. It wasn't until I stepped out of the elevator that I saw her. I knew right there that she was no ordinary girl. As I gazed warily at her, I thought of my Blue Eyes White Dragon. I did not know why at the time, but I do now. Her hair was the color of blue-steel; her eyes like the deepest oceans. Her complexion and demeanor seem so frail that the slightest breeze could whisk her away. The clothing she wore was light, a white, gold-trimmed tube-top with beads hanging down her stomach, long, flowing white pants and a single splash of color in the royal blue sash tied around her waist. Her expression, though, was what took me. I had never seen such sadness in any one soul. It seemed to pour out of her eyes in a waterfall of regret and sorrow as she watched Yugi shout at Chemo. I saw her eyes begin to water and before, most likely, she even knew it, she was shouting herself.

"Please, stop, my Pharaoh! This will not solve anything!" Her angelic pleas calmed both sides, and soon, without any commotion left to distract them, everyone noticed my presence.

"Kaiba, it's urgent that I speak with you." Yugi said, his voice deeper than that of the 9th grader I knew.

"Well, I'm right here, get on with it." I snapped, noticing that the girl's eyes were piercing right through me.

"Yes, but you must listen. Look at this girl, does she look familiar to you?" He pointed to the fair girl, and once again I thought of my Blue Eyes White Dragon. I could see its wings wrapped around her very soul, as if coveting her.

"No." I replied as surely as I possibly could. I didn't believe in that Ancient-Egyptian nonsense and I had the distinct feeling that I was about to get a lecture.

"Well whether you believe it or not you do know her, and she needs your help once again." He replied over-dramatically. I swear, whenever I talked to them I felt like I was in the middle of a Broadway play rehearsal of 'Apocalypse Now'.

"I've never seen her before, making that quite impossible, and besides, why does she need my help, and why can't she ask me herself!" My voice echoed off the marble interior of the ground-floor lobby. An uncomfortable silence fell and Yugi glanced sideways at the girl, nodding.

"Please." Her timid voice floated across the room and all eyes softened as she spoke. "I-I require your help, Priest Seto…"

Priest Seto? That title sounded strangely familiar. More images flashed in my head, only now I saw myself in front of a mirror adjusting richly colored fabrics and gold bands that adorned my body. I reached forward and obtained a rod that resembled the one that freak Marik carried through my Battle City Tournament and examined in with pride, smirking. I quickly snapped myself out of whatever daze I was in and looked around the room at the others, then to the girl.

"What's your name?" I said carefully, sending a deadly glare to anyone who gave me a look I didn't like, one being the mutt, who flinched when my eyes narrowed at him.

"Ki-Kisara." She answered quietly. Once again the images clouded my mind, this time of myself laying a corpse down in front of a stone sculpture of the Blue Eyes White Dragon. I was whispering her name over and over and-was I…crying? I could not tell, because I had pulled myself from the vision and stood again to stare at the silent crowd.

"Fine. If she claims she needs my help, she'll get my help. I'll have a private search party scour the city for clues to the whereabouts of her father, however, I insist that you and your cronies stay out of this, Yugi."

"Who you callin' a crony, Kaiba!" Wheeler shouted, showing off his ever-so-choleric-temper.

"Shut up, mutt! I have better things to do than to listen to Yugi's fairy-tales and your whining, and as if I don't have enough on my plate, you go and leave a girl on my front doorstep for me to take care of. I am not a catch-all for every one of your little problems!" I shouted, causing Kisara to flinch as if my words had hit her like venom. Seeing this, I inadvertently changed my tone, though it's kindness was obviously forced. "Chemo, please escort our guests out. Kisara, if you'll be so kind as to follow me to where you'll be staying."

With surprisingly nimble grace she stood and followed me to the elevator as Chemo shoved Yugi and his pals out the door.

"Kaiba, you must fulfill your destiny, whether you believe in it or not!" Yugi shouted as he was pushed out the door.

"My destiny is to defeat you, Yugi!" I added before both the front and elevator doors closed. I laughed quietly to myself: he acted like a nut-job when he got into his stories.

"I'm surprised you would speak to the Pharaoh in such a manner." Kisara said timidly as I pushed the button for the floor we were headed to.

I paused for a moment, taking in what she said, before responding with humor, "Pharaoh? You buy into his stories? Ha! Every time he gets into that 'Pharaoh mode', he sounds absolutely insane."

She lowered her eyes and did not reply. A loud 'ping' sounded moments later, indicating that we'd arrived at our destination. She stood in a quiescent manner, waiting for me to lead. As I exited the elevator, so did she, and I led her down the hall to what would be her room.

"This is where you'll be staying." I said, opening the door to one of our quaint guest-rooms. She looked around with what could've been awe and I pointed to the closet. "I may not have a clue about how women dress, but I've hired people who do, so you should find something to your liking in there. Also, please let me or any of my associates know if you need anything."

"Thank you." Kisara replied, a happier expression across her face for a short while. "They…they can't get to me here, can they? They can't take me like they did my father, yes?"

"Of course. Dinner is at 7, if you'd like to join me. I'll have someone to remind and escort you." I said finally, turning to leave. However, before I did, I felt like she needed more assurance, so I continued, "Remember, for you this is a prison without walls: it's not here to lock you in, it's here to keep unwanted visitors out; you are free to roam this house."

I saw much of the sorrow lift from her face and she gave me a small smile as I walked out the door. That made me think that maybe it wasn't just the money that gave me all that wonderful charisma.