Seto Kaiba, the 18-year-old boss of the KC, walked slowly through the city park. He inhaled the cool air with relish. It was December, the 23rd to be precise, and night, but Kaiba didn't mind the cold. On the contrary, he enjoyed it. He could finally relax for a few minutes.
His 11-year-old brother Mokuba had tried to persuade him to celebrate Christmas with him, but he just didn't like Christmas. Festival of love ... Pah! Until now he had noticed little of love. At least since he'd been with his stepfather. He hadn't liked anything like Christmas. At most it was good for business - but nothing more.
It had started snowing again. Thick white flakes fell from the sky. They glittered in the light of the lamps that dimly lit the path. Seto soon had a hood of snow on his head, angrily he shook it off.
Only now did he notice the girl who was sitting on a bench a few meters away from him.She had long, white hair and was no more than 18 years old. Long, dark eyelashes fell over two sky-blue eyes. The girl wore a long-sleeved beige dress that fell below her knees and was barefoot.
<< That it is not cold! >>, Seto thought and slowly walked on. When he was only a few meters away from her, he noticed the small knife in her hand.
The girl had pulled up the sleeve of her dress and cut herself in the arm until she was bleeding. After Kaiba had recovered from the initial shock, he went to her and sat down next to her. "Why are you doing this?" He asks. The girl was startled, apparently she hadn't noticed him at all. "I beg your pardon?" She stammered confused. "Why are you doing that?" he repeated his question. "Because it hurts!" She replied. "But why are you hurting yourself? That doesn't make any sense!" He said. "For you maybe. But for me it's the only way to let my anger and sadness out.", she answered him, Seto shook his head." Why? "he just asked. The girl smiled ironically." You don't know my past. You don't know what it's like to be hurt and you can't make a sound. "Yes, I know that better than you think ..." he said a little sadly. He thought back to the time when his stepfather was still alive. Back then it was really hell for him Just wanted his brother to have a good childhood, what was wrong with that?
"Tomorrow is Christmas. Are you celebrating?" He suddenly asked her. The girl looked at him in surprise. "No! Who too?" She replied sadly and tried to inconspicuously wipe away a tear that had gotten lost in her eye. "My brother would really like to celebrate, but I just don't like it.", Said Seto, "Celebration of love ... Ts!" "I haven't noticed much about love either my parents quarreled at Christmas.Merry Christmas ... Pah! "said the girl." Then what are you going to do tomorrow? "he asked." I lock myself in my room, lie down in bed and think how nice it could be. Then I cry a little and finally I fall asleep. ", she told him," And you? "Seto looked at her. The contours of her face were soft, but her expression was hard and cold. Her voice also sounded cold, although it was a very beautiful voice." I try to be nice and nice and to celebrate Christmas with my brother . Even if I have absolutely no desire for it. "" Why don't you actually like Christmas? "" I just can't do anything with it. Back when my parents were still alive, Christmas was still beautiful. With a Christmas tree and gifts. In the home there was only a tree and maybe one day a homemade gift. And my stepfather just didn't have time for Christmas. Over time, I've just forgotten how to celebrate Christmas."" But at least you have a brother with whom you can celebrate Christmas. You can learn again. But I never learned how to celebrate Christmas. I only had a wonderful Christmas once. With my brother in Australia, but it's just too far away to go there every year ... "" And why doesn't your brother just come here? "" He has his own life ... he doesn't need us anymore ... "There was a short pause." At some point I'll get out of here too! ", the girl said defiantly," Yes, I'll be leaving tomorrow! "" But you can't run away at Christmas! What will your parents say about that? ", he asked, horrified." My parents don't care about me! ... And I don't care about Christmas! ", her face had taken on a stubborn expression." And where are you going? "The girl shrugged," It doesn't matter. Just somewhere. As long as I finally get away from here! "Again there was a pause." Don't make the same mistake as my parents and celebrate a nice festival of love with your brother.The girl got up and turned to go. "What about your arm anyway?" Seto asked her. He had just remembered why he had started a conversation with her. The girl looked at him surprised, "Everything okay. What should be?", She asked back. "You cut yourself earlier," he replied. "Sorry, I don't know what you mean!" She said, showing him her arm as proof. "Well, I have to go now."
The girl was a few meters away. "Wait, what's your name?" He remembered. The girl turned around. "Kisara.", She answered simply. "And where can I find you?" He asked further. "I'm here and there. Angels don't have a permanent place of residence!", She said with a smile, "Especially as a guardian angel, I'm always where my protégé is." Seto looked at Kisara, confused. Was she really serious? "Do I see you again?" He finally asked. "Yes ... soon!", She replied, "I'm always with you Seto!"Then she was gone. Seto sat there for a while, then went home thoughtfully.
The next morning, Kaiba woke up late. He was just getting dressed when it occurred to him that he still had no present for Mokuba. He ran out of the house 5 minutes later. He hadn't even had breakfast.
It wasn't until he was standing in front of the toy shop that he realized that he didn't even know what his brother wanted. He spent several hours wandering through stores looking for a suitable present for him. After all, he had several things that Mokuba thought Mokuba liked.
When Kaiba came home that afternoon, Mokuba was waiting impatiently for him. The door hadn't even slammed behind him when the 11-year-old grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room. "Look how beautiful I decorated the tree!" He said proudly to his brother and pointed to the glittering tree."Yes, very nice!", Seto said with a smile and ruffled the little one's hair.
The evening after dinner, Seto's little brother stormed into the living room and began to tear open his presents. Seto walked slowly behind him and sat on the sofa. The 11-year-old was delighted with his gifts. At some point Mokuba came up to him with several presents. "Here, they are for you," he said and put them down to his brother. Actually, Kaiba had no desire to unwrap his presents, he only did it out of courtesy.
In the meantime he had reached the last package. It was just a small gift and it could easily have been overlooked, but Seto positively electrifies it. The little card that was attached to the present was gold and it glittered strangely, but what had electrified Seto was what it said. Because the gift was from Kisara. He quickly tore it open. There was only a note inside. "I told you, we'll see you again soon."It said. No, someone behind him had whispered it. Seto turned around. Kisara stood behind him." What are you doing here? ", he stammered completely perplexed." Guardian angels are always there where their protégés are! "; she said with a smile.