Drabble Title: Another Life, Another Me
Word Count: 600
Warnings (if applicable): I've ... sort of inverted a fanon trope.... And it really doesn't work too well being squeezed into 600 words. I'll definitely have to tinker with this approximate idea in a longer fic later....
Pairings (if applicable): It's more of a non-pairing? Non-Seto/Serenity....
Summary: What if Serenity was present in the Memory World and felt a connection to Kisara?
Serenity frowned as she stood, hesitating, in front of KaibaCorp.
It had shocked her beyond belief when she had gone with Yugi, Joey, and the others to witness scenes of ancient Egypt. She had seen a mysterious woman with long blue hair that she had been strangely drawn to. Later she had learned that woman was named Kisara and that she had a deep connection with the person in ancient Egypt who looked like Kaiba.
Serenity could not shake the feeling that she and this Kisara were connected in some way, either by lineage or reincarnation. The thought of the latter explanation particularly troubled her. If she was, in essence, Kisara born into this modern day, didn’t that mean that she was supposed to have a connection with Kaiba, and he with her?
She really didn’t want that to happen. Tristan and Duke were both interested in her and she intended on choosing one of them. Seto Kaiba intimidated her to no end. He helped when things were bad, but he seemed to have a bad attitude about everything, especially her brother. She couldn’t see herself ever strongly associating with someone who had never liked and probably never would like Joey. Still, because of the scenes she had witnessed alongside Kaiba, she felt that she needed to speak with him about them at least once. Perhaps he should have made the first move, but he hadn’t, and she had the feeling that he probably wanted to deny things as much as she did. She would have to be brave and do this.
She had just gathered the courage to walk inside when she had to step aside as the door opened and Kaiba walked out. He stiffened as he noticed her. Yes, what they had seen had certainly been on his mind as well as hers.
“What are you doing here?” he frowned.
She had been practicing in her mind what she would say. To her relief, the words came out much as she had rehearsed. “I-I thought we needed to talk … about what we saw.”
“What difference does it make?”
You’re not making this easier! she cried in her mind. Aloud she said, “That girl that looked like me, and the guy who looked like you … they had some kind of a bond.”
“That was three thousand years ago,” he pointed out. “Those people aren’t you and I.”
“After everything, you’re still doubting?”
“That has nothing to do with my point. Egypt was a different time and place. Even if that priest was who I was in that time, he isn’t who I am today.”
She started to relax in relief. “So you don’t think we should … well, get together because of what happened back then?”
He gave her a look that said that was the most idiotic idea he had ever heard. “We aren’t the least bit interested in each other. We have our separate lives and nothing in common other than the fact that we watched an ancient movie reel together.”
She broke into a smile. “I’m so glad. I didn’t want to have to change my whole life because of Kisara.”
“You have the option to have a happier life than she did,” he said. “Take it. Live your life the way you want, the way she didn’t have a choice to. If you let her story rule over you, you’ll be condemning yourself to the same unhappiness she had.”
“That makes sense,” she said. “Thank you.”
He walked past, not acknowledging her gratitude. But she didn’t care. She had what she wanted.