"Seto ........ come at last. I've been waiting for so long, I'll be leaving without you", Mokuba shouted. There was a hint of anger in his voice. He was waiting for his big brother downstairs in the Kaiba mansion and looked up at the stairs. It was just before Christmas and he wanted to go shopping outside with Seto and enjoy the cold, snowy time. Mokuba was always very happy about Christmas, but for Seto the cold season and the festival of love didn't seem like anything. And yet he pulled himself together. Like every year, he wanted to give Mokuba a nice Christmas and would go shopping with him.
"Here I am, little brother," smiled Kaiba.
"Well, finally, that took a long time," Moki grumbled.
"Business is not going away for you. Besides, if you want something, the people let us first. They know who I am," grinned Seto.
"That's not the point of Christmas," sighed Mokuba. He was disappointed in his brother and just couldn't believe it. Seto was as freezing as ever. Even if Mokuba knew that this was actually just a facade of his brother, it was bad for him, especially at Christmas time when everyone was happy. "I think it would be better if I go alone," Moki said sadly. He didn't want to hear from Seto and started walking. Kaiba remains spellbound in the big mansion. Mokuba had never behaved like this, never before had it bothered Seto so much.
"Sorry, Mokuba," Seto muttered. He wasn't made for something like that and he didn't think about it for a long time. Work seemed to be more important to him again and he went upstairs to his study.
Outside you could hear a sigh, it was mokuba. He waited for his brother and hoped that he would follow him, but it wasn't. Mokuba felt like Seto's work was more important than the day with him. Angry and sad, the little one went back to the villa.His way led him to his room, where he just let himself fall on the bed and tried to forget everything. Seto works all day and he seemed to have forgotten the time. It was December 23rd and late in the evening. The next day was Christmas, but there was hardly anything of it to be seen in the villa. Everything in the living room had been decorated and the tree was already standing, but the rest of the room was cold.

In his room, Seto checked his watch. It was 9 p.m. Kaiba got up with a sigh. He didn't need any presents, but he still wanted to go outside, enjoy the clear night and think about everything. Slowly he set off with his coat on. He inhaled the cool air with pleasure, it reminded him of himself. It had been just as cold when Mokuba wasn't around. Here he could relax, there were only a few people on the streets. They were all in the shops that were open until midnight that day. The whole time he thought of Mokuba and also of the time before Christmas. Mokuba had tried the whole time to convince him to celebrate Christmas properly, but he didn't care. It was the festival of love, but he hardly noticed anything of love. Nobody loved him, there was also no person who showed him how to love. The funny thing was that the two brothers grew up together but were totally different. Mokuba knew what love was and all the time he tried to transfer it to Seto. But Seto had been stubborn, far too stubborn. He wanted to celebrate Christmas as always, eat with Mokuba on the evening of the 24th and give him his presents. That would have ended the day for him. Of course he would be kind and let work rest for a while, and all just for his brother.
It started to snow, thick white snowflakes fell from the sky. They glittered in the light of the lamps and created a beautiful atmosphere, just right for lovers.Kaiba hardly looked around as he walked down the street. He walked further and further until he finally came to the park. It was dark here and there were few people, but one person caught his eye first. It was covered in snow and he could barely see it properly. The girl sat on a bench, alone and lonely. For the first moment she reminded him of himself and he could find himself in her. The girl had long, white hair and was 18 years old. Three years younger than him. Her light blue eyes looked at him. Compared to their whole person, they were the most striking in this contrast. The girl wore a long white and blue dress that looked wonderful and represented little of her body. She no longer wore any shoes. As every Christmas, she pays a visit to Domino's soup kitchen and hands out food with other volunteers. One of the women was sorry, she had no shoes and her feet were blue. Because she wanted to be nice, she gave her shoes to him.
Seto slowly walked on to her, he watched her from a distance and then his gaze fell on something shiny in her hand. It was a small pocket knife with the knife blade open.
When she looked away from Kaiba, she looked at the knife. She pushed up the sleeves of her dress and was ready to hurt herself. Nobody was there, nobody would see or notice it. She knew what people were like who weren't interested in what someone else was doing.
"What are you going to do?", Seto asked. He just sat down on the bench next to her and looked at her. "I beg your pardon?" Stammered the girl, confused. She hadn't noticed that Seto was so close to her and was startled at his question. She dropped the knife.
"What are you going to do?", Kaiba repeated his question. He bent down and picked up the knife. So that nothing worse could happen, he closed it and put it in his jacket pocket."I want to divorce," said the girl.
"Why are you hurting yourself? It just doesn't make sense," interjected Kaiba.
"Because I'll feel better then," she replied. At that moment, Seto looked at the girl's arms. So far there have been no scars and from this he concluded that it would be the first time that she would injure herself.
"Why do you want to feel better? Give me a plausible reason you're doing this," said Seto. He didn't understand when people cut each other. What was that supposed to do?
"It's a way for me to express my sadness and escape everyday life," said Kisara.
"Why? You make it too easy for yourself. There are other people who are far worse." You don't know anything about me, you don't know my past. You don't know what it is like to get hurt again and again and not be able to say anything. You don't know what it is like when everything starts from the people you love the most. You were never as alone as I ... ", said the white-haired woman.
"That shows how little you know me. I know very well what it is like when you are alone and lonely. It is just the same for me. I know what it is like to be hurt all the time and always keep up appearances. I can think to me exactly how it is, but I never give up. I fight that at least my brother is better and I won't let myself get down, no matter what. Cutting oneself is not a solution. It doesn't make it any better, "replied Kaiba a little bit sad. He remembered his past and everything he had ever experienced at Gozaburo. It was hell on earth for him. He was just punished, punished, for trying to give his brother a happy childhood.
"You are strong, I am not. I am nobody, I cannot be as strong as you. I am different," interjected the girl.
"That's nonsense," hissed Kaiba and looked at her. "Everyone can be strong.""Are you celebrating Christmas tomorrow?", Kisara wanted to know. She changed the subject because she no longer wanted to talk to him about all of this. She could already guess what he was going to say and didn't want to hear it. Inwardly, the girl knew he was right, but she couldn't admit it.
"I'm celebrating with my brother. But I don't know if you can call it partying. We eat together and then there are presents. That's about it. We'll never do more," replied Seto. He'd been a little uncomfortable telling her what Christmas was like for them. "What about you? Are you celebrating?" He asked quickly the counter-question.
"No, I have no one to celebrate. I'm all alone," sighed the girl.
"What are you going to do tomorrow?" He wanted to know from her.
"I'll probably go to my room and wait there until the day is over. Maybe I'll go to bed and think about old times, then I'll certainly cry and wait until I fall asleep so that the day will finally pass," Kisara counted on. "How about you?", She asked.
"Actually similar, but I try to be nice and nice. I want to give my brother a nice Christmas, even if I don't feel like it myself, but I would do anything for him," replied Seto. He looked at her again. She looked at him with her big blue eyes, it was a sad expression on her face. She probably envied him that he had someone to celebrate with.
"You are fine, you have someone to celebrate. It looks very different for me," Kisara sighed softly.
"You surely have someone too. I won't buy it from you that you are alone," said Kaiba.
"But that's the way it is. I have no one to celebrate Christmas with," said Kisara. She looked at him and had a stubborn look, a look Seto knew from himself.
"I don't believe you," he shook his head. "What about your parents?"He asked. Here he thought that he had found a good reason to show Kisara that she was not alone.
"I have no more parents. You died two years ago in a car accident, back then it was exactly 3:23 pm on December 24th, you were still on your way quickly and wanted to get something. Since that day I'm alone and I hate Christmas, I don't care, I don't want to celebrate it, I have no reason to ", replied the white-haired woman.
"I'm sorry for you," said Kaiba. The first time, he meant this pity seriously. He looked at her and then looked back at her arm. "Even if it hurts, you shouldn't cut yourself," he started again.
"I know, but it is the only thing where I know that I can feel my body again. All of my feelings and my whole being has become cold. I can no longer feel myself and that is a possibility of how I can do it again manage ", was Kisara.
"Not exactly, it is not a possibility. You are just