Disclaimer: Seto-chan is not mine, as Kisara-chan's already claimed him. Both of those darlings are property of Kazuki-sama, the really awesome manga writer dude who gave us this wonderful thing called YuGiOh.

This humble fanfiction was inspired by and is dedicated to one of my absolute favorite authors on the site, Bellebelle3, and her amv of the same title.

Yep, I saw that amv and if I didn't write a fic about it I'd claw my eyes out. It was BEAUTIFUL! I watched it and I was like OoO ;o;

Okay, everybody reading this who is not Bellebelle3 must immediately go to said GENIUS authoress's profile and click the link to her WONDERFUL website, then go to media and watch the first amv, ON PAIN OF DEATH!

no I'm kidding about the death thing... but watch it, honestly. It's BEAUTIFUL. It will FORCE you to love the pairing.

I can’t let my friends set me up on a blind date. The entire purpose of a date is to get to know someone, so that you might have a relationship. I can’t ever have a relationship.

“I’m sorry.”

“Honey, you need to get out sometime! Your entire social life is not allowed to consist of only two other women!”

“You’re the only one old enough to be considered a ‘woman,’ Mai...”

“That’s not the point! You two need to get around!”

Shizuka’s smile widens. “Well, if you want me to find someone for a double date, you know what to do...”

Mai is blushing furiously now. She sputters something or other about why would she want to date Shizuka’s brother, it’s not like they’re in love or anything!

We’re positive she likes him.

I make a lame excuse that I’ll go get drinks, slowly rising from the table and making my way to the counter. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t like my new friends. Ever since I moved here, they’ve been helping me out. I don’t like to be in someone else’s debt, so I “hang around” with them. I can’t exactly buy them presents or invite them over, so I just agreed to be their friend.

But I’d never had friends before. So I asked them, what does a friend do?

They told me a friend is like an extra sibling.

But I’m an only child. What does a sibling do?

Hadn’t I ever heard all this from my parents?

No... no, I hadn’t. I didn’t tell them I was an orphan.

I’ve never really been part of a group. I never had a family, or friends, or coworkers. I’m the only one to get my own room at the orphanage, because nobody wants to be alone with me at night. Only once have I felt as if I truly belonged somewhere, that another person accepted me, that I was completely healthy, that I had a reason to live and a reason to die. And then I died.

It’s a little strange to remember my past life so clearly. All those people I saw... sometimes I’ll think I see their reincarnations walking down the street, but once I turn back around they’re gone. They don’t remember me anyway. They can’t. I’m not their unfinished business.

Maybe I can remember my past because my present is so empty. Because I feel so totally alone and useless, I have to try and think of a time long ago, when I had a purpose. A fleeting moment, yes. But it is my favorite and my least favorite memory, past or present.

I met someone.

I know I sort of implied to my friends that he and I were together in some way, but that isn’t true. I don’t think he was reincarnated anyway. If he was, he would probably be at a high position in government, or in business. Even at my age. He’s amazing like that.

I remember clearly the day I met him. I was only a little girl, captured by slavers and held in an iron cage. They said I was a rare one, that someone who looked like me would fetch a high price. They meant for me to become a concubine one day.

I had heard horror stories of rich men killing or torturing their concubines when they got sick of them, and I couldn’t bear the thought of being locked up in a harem only to await sex, pain, and death. I stared at my feet, longing for freedom. But even if I couldn’t have that, why wouldn’t someone come and talk to me? Why couldn’t someone just tell me it wouldn’t be so bad after all? I would have known it was a lie, but I would have appreciated the effort.

Suddenly I heard someone tap on the bars. “Hey,” he said, “hey, over here.” I raised my face, and found that it wasn’t one of the slavers, but a boy about my age, picking the lock. He had chocolate-brown hair and fierce, determined eyes. I’ll never forget those eyes. I didn’t doubt his intentions at all, I only wondered why he would concern himself with me. I didn’t feel worthy to look into those honest blue eyes, but I was too captivated to turn away.

He opened the cage door with a victorious smile. A chill went up my spine as he took my hand, leading me quietly away to his horse. “So where are you from,” he whispered.

I didn’t know, I told him. I’d been running from ghetto to filthy ghetto for as long as I could remember. I never had a family or friends.

He lived in the village nearby, with only his mother. They were poor, and he hadn’t been many places, but he had talent and magic. He’d seen Cairo, with its mighty palace and majestic noblemen, only once. He told me he wanted to become one of them, specifically one of the high priests who work side-by-side with the Pharaoh. He vowed to someday be worthy of that title, to be surpassed only by the immortal king himself.

I listened in awe, wondering what it would be like to have such a dream. And then I realized what my dream was, and I told him so.

I had to find my purpose. I needed a reason.

Reason for what? he asked.

Everything. I had to find the reason for my existence. I had to see for myself exactly what it was I searched for.

I was amazing, he said.

No I wasn’t, I was just a weak little slave-girl on her way to the harem.

Well then what did I think he was here for! He gently helped me onto his horse as he took the reigns.

Suddenly we heard a cry behind us. The slavers had realized I’d gotten out. They started to come after us but we were already off, riding double, my thin arms around his torso.

Once the slavers were no longer in sight, my savior gave me the reigns and told me to ride straight ahead to the next town. They would take care of me, he said as he jumped off the horse.

I couldn’t stop the horse. I turned in the saddle and shouted (I’d never shouted before) over my shoulder, “What’s your name!”

“Seto!”

“Thank you, Seto! Someday I’ll help you in return, I promise!”

He may have replied, but I couldn’t have heard it. As he faded into the night, I wondered if he realized what he’d done for me. I looked up at the vast night sky and made a vow on all that could be vowed upon, holding as witness any being that could see and hear me, that I would find my purpose. And I would find Seto.

Wow, that chapter was a lot longer than usual. I think I'll do the whole fic like that...

HOLY CRAP THIS MIGHT ONLY HAVE LIKE FIVE OR TEN CHAPTERS!

Better review while you can...

Seto and Kisara forever!