Author's Note; Thanks to everyone who read "Time After Time" and made it the success it was, you guys have no idea how much all those reviews meant to me! This is the first chapter and contains a little reflecting upon the primary fic, so it probably runs a bit lengthy, sorry bout that! I hope you like this, the sequel and plees review ppls!!

"Ms. Kaiba!"

"Over here!"

Light bulbs flashed and the paparazzi forcefully pushed close to the barriers as Roland and a few more shade-wearing men in suits closed in around the girl, whom was the centre of attention. Through a gap in her formidable entourage, a photographer glimpsed the female and pressed the button of his camera…the shutter clicked and the moment was captured forever. The papers would pay huge bucks for this snap; it was of the teenager smiling her trademark captivating smile. Over the last couple of months, people world-wide had become well-accustomed to this young face as her name was echoed throughout every home on Earth; Jazira Kaiba. Now aged seventeen, the girl was known for her parentage; daughter of single-father, Seto Kaiba, and for her ferocity within the corporal world, amongst other aspects, too many to list.

Though everyone else sighed and cursed with frustration as Jazira and her numerous bodyguards disappeared into the KaibaCorp building, the one photographer who had gotten what he came for was already half-way home on his way to develop his photos and sell to the highest bidder, smirking happily to himself. The various newspapers throughout Domino had become adamant about having pics of the girl, as, due to her father's protectiveness, images were extremely hard to come by, and also because of her trait to draw peoples' eyes to the front page, if she were on it… Jazira was an attractive teenager; being half Japanese and half Egyptian, with tanned skin inherited from her mother, her father's brown hair and ocean-deep blue eyes…she wasn't one of the luxuriously beautiful, stick-thin, gaunt, anorexic and plastic females that littered the A-list nowadays, as was the norm amongst some other famous teens within the business world. No…she may not be the Barbie-doll false and super-model beautiful girl others her age were, but the teenager had the rare and sought-after "cute" factor; when she smiled, she just lit up the room, and that was one of the biggest reasons her picture was so coveted amidst the journalistic world.

"Thanks guys…"

Jazira Kaiba smirked gratefully as the numerous men ushered her inside her father's building, out of the vulture-like range of the paparazzi and anyone else who would try to get a cheap shot in…be it with a camera or utter of an Egyptian word; what a relief…

"Don't worry…your father's up in his office."

That was Roland whom was speaking to her; over the years he had acted as a sort of uncle to her, being her father's most trusted employee and always assigned to her guarding team. The teenager nodded and turned around, only to have a toddler run up to her.

"Hi Noah!"

She bent and picked up her young cousin, only three years of age, and raised him up into her arms, laughing.

"Where's your Daddy, huh?"

The little boy shrugged and shook his ebony head, blue eyes alight. She, too, shook her head and walked for the elevator, carrying the toddler. Noah looked a lot like his dad, Mokuba, except for his blue eyes, which were inherited from his mother; Rebecca Kaiba, nay Hawkins, who'd married into the Kaiba family when she was twenty. As she leaned against the wall of the now- ascending elevator, Jazira studied herself in the mirrored wall opposite; she looked tired, probably because she was…then her blue eyes fell upon the tattoo on her left bicep, the overly-familiar clan symbol, though this version had a line ripping diagonally through it……… Jazira was aware of her heritage and of how her mother had died, and she wanted to express her Egyptian roots, not overlook them…she felt proud of her heritage amidst the ancient culture; so when she was fourteen she decided to get the tattoo, though her father had adamantly refused, it'd been her uncles, Saheed and Daknar who had secretly brought her to get it done; the duo were happy of her decision, and just delighted in riling Seto whenever they could… Though, the twin duo had received an unmerciful going-over from her Dad and from their older brother, Denian, afterwards but by then the tattoo had been injected into her skin and she was branded, just like her mother before her… Though in actuality, Denian and his brothers were really her second cousins, they had always been referred to as her uncles, and she had to admit, it'd been easier when they'd begun to have children; that would have been way too many cousins!

Although similar to the Aralanti tattoo in many aspects, the main symbol being identical, the group that had broken away over seventeen years ago now, had distanced themselves from the majority of the clan, wanting nothing to do with their obsession to resurrect the Dark One…as a result, a blood feud had been raging for her lifetime, between the Aralanti and their group; the Marthui. Named after the ancient form of magic that could kill a person with one word, the renegade gang was headed by the only assassin to have ever mastered the actual magic; Denian Hirotsh, and was dedicated to protecting Jazira and foiling their main family's plots to bring about the rebirth of the Dark One…the only way to differentiate a Marthui from an Aralanti was their tattoos, although almost identical, the Marthui had a noticeable black line running diagonally through the symbol, illustrating that they had broken away all those years ago.

"Emmm, Jazira…are you okay?"

One of the young interns, Stacie, waved a hand in front of the teenager's eyes, snapping the kid back to reality. Jazira smirked and laughed lightly as she walked out of the lift, Noah still in her arms.

"Sorry bout that; my head's not with me!"

Stacie laughed aswell; Jazira was a likeable person, upon first securing a job in KaibaCorp, she had called her by "Ms. Kaiba", but the girl had frowned and insisted upon being called by her first name, stating her title made her feel old and that she wasn't as boring as her father…not quite yet anyhow…

"Guess who I found in the main lobby?"

Mokuba looked around as his niece walked up the corridor towards him, smirking as Noah was placed on the floor and ran to his father, laughing.

"Thanks, Jazira; I owe you…"

"Yeah, you know you do…"

As he smiled and picked up his young son, Mokuba looked to his niece, remembering what his brother had told him a while ago.

"Your Dad's looking for you; he's in the conference room; they've just finished talking in there."

"Does he want me now?"

"Mmmm hmmm, I think so, look; I'll talk to you later, 'kay?"

She nodded as her uncle walked away, down the corridor with his son. Jazira then let her feet lead her subconsciously to the main conference room of the skyscraper. She knocked gently on the door and pushed it open, intruding upon some class of meeting between various high-profile CEOs, in preparation for the annual CEO summit that was hastily upcoming; KaibaCorp would be hosting it this year. With as good as manners as ever, she smiled politely.

"Excuse me; I wasn't aware a meeting was in progress."

Seto hid a smirk as his daughter stated this in an innocent and benevolent voice; they should seriously see her in a bad mood; Saheed and Daknar had successfully taught her as many curses as they could…and now she was as skilled at swearing as her mother had been…not fun…He then gestured to an empty seat.

"It's okay, I wanted you here."

The teen nodded and walked to the seat, sitting down; she was accustomed to being invited to corporal meetings, as her Dad was merely preparing her for the day she took over the company's helm. The eyes of the other men followed her, mildly interested in the girl; now that she was seventeen, by her Egyptian heritage, she could now be found a suitor to be wed to…but that was something Seto Kaiba would not allow to happen easily. The men studied her for a second or two, each silently wishing for their own son to be that suitor; Jazira Kaiba was an excellent business woman for her tender years, attractive and her being the heir to the KaibaCorp business and family wealth would surely bode well for the lad's family. Maxamillion Pegasus raised his head and spoke first.

"You have bloomed since I last saw you, Jazira."

Though he had no sons, Pegasus did have three nephews who stood as the heirs to his own company; Industrial Illusions, and would only delight in having Kaiba-Boy's daughter wed into his family. Though stated as a deliberately awkward sentence, Pegasus's remark was true; the last time he'd seen the child, she had been fifteen, and in those two short years, she had grown much more mature and desirable. Though her first reaction was to cry "Aralanti!" and have her bodyguards, Tombkeepers and Marthui swoop and annihilate the annoying man, Jazira merely smiled politely and returned her attention to the business jargon that was now flying every which way, listening and comprehending, then throwing some of her own ideas out there aswell, amazing some of the men as she came up with idealistic and genius new notions, whilst her father smiled proudly. Jazira had been a handful alright, but he wouldn't have it any other way…though it did bring a stab of remembrance when she had first summoned her Ka………

The child had been eight years old and there had been an open demonstration in Domino's main square to show off KaibaCorp's newest holograph software and, as always, Seto had been keeping his daughter close, knowing that the Aralanti wouldn't pass up the opportunity to abduct the girl, even with the numerous Tombkeepers and Marthui amongst the crowd and atop buildings. It had been Christmas Eve and, with a full moon winking down upon the snow-dusted city, civilians in their hats and scarves had packed the square, wanting to get a glimpse of this reputedly milestone technology. All that evening, the eight-year-old girl had been complaining of not feeling well and a slight pain in her head, but, prior to the preparations of the event, nobody had thought to look up young Jazira's heritage, not even her uncle Denian, who also served as her godfather and was usually up-to-date on his facts.…

As the bell had tolled midnight, a savage wind had ripped through the square, growing and growing to an astounding ferocity until, at last, it had abruptly ceased…but only those upon the stage, namely her father, Denian, Mokuba, Roland and a couple more Tombkeepers had seen the light purple glow that had emanated from Jazira's body and, upon her opening her normally blue eyes, they too had shone with the same hue until the energy had burst forth from her and formed into her Ka………it had astounded even Denian to see the strength of the child's soul; for it to be harbouring the revered Cyber Twin Dragon…the monster's strength was only a minuscule amount behind that of her mother's, the Blue Eyes White Dragon…it had taken quick-thinking for Mokuba to come up with the excuse that the appearance of the monster was as a result of their new, ultra-realistic virtual reality apparatus…

"Vhere iz Doujarent today?"

Seto was jolted back to his senses as Zigfried Von Schroder queried this; he hated that pink-haired prick, but he couldn't avoid him being here; the man was also a big-profile CEO and was invited to the summit. It annoyed him that this rival was asking for one of his closest associates; Jerohn Doujarent. The middle-aged man, from Bordeaux in France had forged a strong acquaintance with KaibaCorp, and unlike with most of his business partners, Seto and he had become good friends in real life aswell. Taking the initiative, the teenage girl spoke.

"He's been in contact, Schroder, and he's been held up in Paris. Arrival is expected tomorrow at the latest."

As Jazira answered on behalf of her father, who would have probably insulted the German, Seto smirked, noticing the way his daughter seemed capable of taking charge of any situation…she was so much like her mother in those aspects.

I wish you could see her now, Kisara…

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