Subject: You can say that.
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Posted on: 2011-08-20 03:40:00 UTC
Osiris was the Egyptian God of the Dead. His brother Set tore him to pieces in a fit of envious rage. His mourning wife Isis (who was also his... sister) gathered up all the pieces and put him back together, and he rules over the afterlife.
However, she couldn't find his manly bits because they were eaten by a catfish.
Osiris is short his toolset.
For one thing, its title is the incredibly imaginative "If Seto Kaiba Had A Sister". Okay, so what? Every other story in the YGO fandom's a 'Sue. What makes this one so special? Well, for another thing, it's thirty-six chapters and incomplete. And I think this speaks for itself:
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HEYYYYY :D I am SOOOO EXCITED! Finally uploading my first story :D :D :D I've been working on this story for months, and I have HEAPS more chapters to upload :D :D :D Now, I'm not going to be mean and say... "if i don't get any reviews I'm not uploading anymoreeee" BUT I will say, "the more reviews I get the faster I'll upload" At a max, it'll take a week...Hopefully... Anyway... I hope you enjoy this A LOT! I know one of my besties and I do :D Just as a little pre-warning, quite a few scenes here have been copied from the English Dubbed Yugioh series, and If this annoyes you, GET OVER IT! The whole point of this story, is to explain what would have happened if Seto Kaiba had a sister, NOT TO CHANGE THE WHOLE PLOT! Now I'll bet ya anything your sick and tired of me prattling on, so lets just finish with, I DO NOT OWN YUGIOH!
INTRODUCTION-CHAPTER 1
I looked around at the deserted streets, the flickering street lamps and eerie atmosphere not frightening me even a little. Although I wasn't scared, doubt weighed me down, and for the thousandth time this evening, I hoped that this decision would bring me a better life.
When I was just 6 years old, my parents died. I was so traumatised by this, without even thinking, I left my older and younger brother and ran away. This was where my life turned into a horror movie. I don't remember much about my child hood, I remembered my brother's names, but not my last name (well, I found out a few hours ago). Back then, I just went by Amy. Anyway, a couple of days after I ran away, I came to my senses and tried to find my brothers, but I had no idea where to start looking. So basically, I stole the bare necessities from shops and homes, feeling guilty every time, and more so when I took more than I needed in order to survive. Every afternoon, I went into the shopping mall, and hid in the darkest corner I could find, and when it came time to close, I stayed for I needed shelter. I was never found. From a young age, I needed to be strong, brave, and independent.
(Snip wherein the tae kwon do place's owner offers to teach her for free. BECAUSE OF COURSE, THAT'S WHY.)
A few lessons in, Mr Nakamura asked if he could come home to meet my parents, however, I refused, but after some encouragement, I told him my life story. By the end, the sorrow in his eyes was evident, and he asked if I wanted to live with him until I discovered the identity of my siblings. I agreed instantly; anything to escape my current situation. Not only did he give me a home, but he was also able to pay for gymnastics lessons, as he said it would help greatly with tae kwon do if I was going to be serious about it; which I was. He also paid for me to go to school. I learned a lot there, and became the top student of every class! However, I was never truly happy with Mr Nakamura. It never felt right, and he wasn't able to give me anything other than food, clothes, and somewhere to stay, for his income wasn't very high. Although we became quite good friends, I was just a burden for him, and the constant guilt was slowly eating away at me over the years I stayed with him.
Now I am 12 years old, and a few hours ago, an advertisement came on TV announcing the new president of KaibaCorp, and their change into the gaming business. As the new president's picture flashed up on screen, I recognised the face immediately, and the name fitted. It was my brother; Seto Kaiba. I instantly told Mr Nakamura, and after some good-bye's and thank-you's I left. KaibaCorp was only a 1 kilometre walk away, but if I walked fast, it might feel shorter.
I missed my brothers terribly, even though I couldn't remember them much, but I could remember that although I loved Mokuba dearly, I found him annoying at a young age. Hopefully he isn't that annoying now. As for Seto, I was always close to him. We were best friends, and did so many things together. I hope he hasn't changed too much. I wonder if they would remember me; little Amy Kaiba.
I broke out of my memories, and saw that I was directly in front of KaibaCorp, the tall building looming over me. I took a deep breath, and located what would be the main office (Seto's office) to the side of the building. I stepped to the side and into the shadows, as well as moving right under the window, which was about 10-20 storeys up, I couldn't really tell.
That night, a young, skinny girl scaled the KaibaCorp building, grabbing everything her hands could find to support her. The figure was dressed in denim shorts, a slightly torn and frayed red singlet, and old, white sneakers, her long, straight brown hair flowing down her back, with her fringe pretty much exactly like her older brothers. This girl was me.
Scaling the western wall of KaibaCorp was more difficult than I had ever imagined, however, years of tae kwon do and gymnastics proved to be useful. In just a few minutes, I was looking through the open window, and saw my brother, working at a desk with his back to me. I quietly crept up onto the window sill, and - using my extremely strong legs – made a flying leap over my brother's head and the desk, twisted in the air, and landed in a crouch head down in the facing my brother.
"What are you doing here little girl, this is a company, not a child care centre. Now I suggest you get out before I call security," my brother said standing up and moving in front of his desk. I smiled to myself, other than getting a little deeper, his voice sounded so similar to how I remembered it to be. "You mean you don't recognise me? Isn't the resemblance clear enough?" I replied, with my head still looking down. Surely he would be able to tell it was me, I mean, our faces were the same general shape, and our hair was the same colour and shape. Well, mine was longer but yeah. Then, in a lightning quick action, I jumped up, and ran over to Seto, embracing him in a tight hug. I felt his body stiffen, and knew this couldn't be good. I felt his arm move between his and my body and push at me with more force than I would ever thought possible. I literally flew backwards, landing on the floor with a thud. Tears unwillingly came to my eyes. They weren't tears of physical pain, but emotional pain of rejection. Seto obviously didn't want me around, well, either that or he hadn't recognised me yet. I looked up with tear streaked eyes and said, "Seto! How could you do this to your own sister!" I saw his emotion change to one of suspicion. "Amy?" I nodded, and Seto believed me. I could tell that he did since he instantly came up and hugged me close. I was admittedly surprised, since even when we were younger, Seto never was a huggy person. I guess it was the years of separation that bought this hug on, and would probably be the only one for a long time. I'm going to enjoy this while it lasts.
Heyyy :D So how'd yall like that? You liked it... you KNOW u liked it :D :D Well... I guess it is sorta boring, being a LONG intro and all, but what can I say, a bit of explanations had to be done... and a few more next chapter... but after that it gets interesting :D
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Thirty. Six. Chapters. And. Still. Incomplete. Anyone with Permission wanna spork it or kill her?
I couldn't bear to read this at first. Such a high concentration of stupid... But I eventually did. Mr. Nakumura didn't have much income, yet he could pay for Amy's schooling and tae kwon do and gymnastics lessons?!? What. I can't read any more of this. I can only hope that this wench stays true to her promise to not actually alter the plot. But knowing how Mary-Sues work, I have to doubt it.
My face hit my palm at the first "HEYYYYY" and it got worse from there. This is almost physically painful.
I remember vividly one of my first attempts at fanfiction. It involved a poorly written character that was like a clone or sister of Kaiba.
It was bad.
But this thing takes that idea and turns it into a grotesque parade of mockery and carnage. Not even 12 year old me was this bad.
Why would this happen? :
Somebody make it go away please. :
"By the lost tool of Osiris". I see what you did there. :D
I'm not extremely familiar with Egyptian mythology...
Osiris was the Egyptian God of the Dead. His brother Set tore him to pieces in a fit of envious rage. His mourning wife Isis (who was also his... sister) gathered up all the pieces and put him back together, and he rules over the afterlife.
However, she couldn't find his manly bits because they were eaten by a catfish.
Osiris is short his toolset.
What what whaaaat?
No, seriously. No just no. This can't be. Also, has this person ever had a look at the KaibaCorp building? Tae Kwon Do (whyever that guy taught her anyways) and gymnastics don't prepare you for climbing up there! It's so... argh.
I don't have Permission yet, but I'll have to give this one a look when I do...