Author's Note; Hey huns!! Sorry bout the wait, did you know teachers like to pile the homework on, lol!! Anyways, Iw ant to thank Andrew (you know who you are hun) for his help with the plot reworking and character development...so thanks hun!!

"So you're my babysitter, huh?"

Jazira raised an elegant brown eyebrow as she asked this, whilst exiting from the en-suite of her own office. Gone were the teenager-typical jeans, the young woman having changed her attire to an ensemble more expected of a CEO summit; dark navy trousers, high-heeled shoes, fitted light blue blouse and a custom-made KaibaCorp blazer, fitted to accentuate her coveted figure- a dark navy colour that matched the trousers, but with a small KC pin near the collar.

Although he nodded in response to her query, the new lad made no attempt to further elaborate upon this simple gesture, remaining silent as he trailed her back up the long corridor- almost as though he were a shadow of some sort.

"You know you can talk, right?"

Again, the young woman was forced to cast a glance back over her shoulder as she said this, her high-heels creating a sharp click-clacking noise on the tiled ground as she kept walking. Only a small agreeable nod answered her, if not just a mere inclination of his head.

"I know my way to the conference room; you don't have to follow me…"

"Your father instructed me to stay with you, and I intend to."

"Fine, you're going to be bored out of your head…well-paid I'll admit, but still bored nonetheless."

It was as she said this that the seventeen-year-old company heiress finally saw what appeared to be an amused smirk adorning the chiselled features of this young man, shedding light upon the fact that maybe there was a human beneath the sharp suit and ever attention-grabbing gun. As silence threatened to fall once again, the young man spoke once more, though the teenager just couldn't pin it down- there was a haunting, almost creepy nostalgia that she could sense in his voice…like some sort of eerie Déjà vu.

"Is there any specific people you don't want around you, Ms. Kaiba?"

Before even contemplating her answer, Jazira grimaced as she heard the name by which this new employee of her father's had just referred to her as…now that simply wouldn't do. As she took a breath to answer, the young woman kept her gaze fixed on the heavy mahogany door that served as the entrance to the conference room.

"First things first; if you're going to be my babysitter then get this straight in your head- I'm not as old, or as boring as my father just yet, so the name's still Jazira…okay, Jase?"

"Of course."

"Emmmm…oooh! Can you shoot Pegasus' nephews if they come near me?"

For the first time since their meeting about three-quarters of an hour ago, Jazira heard the young man named Jase laugh out loud as his violet eyes looked down at her with amusement in them…and that was when it struck- she saw those eyes, the same shade of violet, filled with sadistic entertainment as she kicked out at nothingness…the crushing grip was back, trying to squeeze the life from her-

"Salut…Jazira, etes-vous bon? Vous ne regardez pas aussi bien..."

The familiar deep voice was one she recognised as it jarred her back from her haunting reveries…ever since the night of the crash, the young woman had been experiencing flashbacks- they came and went as they pleased, and she never knew what triggered them; sometimes it was the sight of a limo, other times it could be something as simple as a traffic report…

Feigning a believable smile, Jazira turned around and smirked up at Anto, the two having become close in the last week as she finally had someone else besides Tsara to trust, though they'd never discussed further on the brief kiss in the living room- maybe after this whole thing blew over…but she knew she wasn't ready for a boyfriend right now, not when she, and subsequently him too, would have to be watching over their back every single second.

"Je suis, un petit morceau a fatigué, cela est tout..."

As she rattled off her excuse in French, it was then that Jazira remembered her newest shadow and looked up to see the two young men eying each other with suspicious glares.

"Jase, this is Antoine Doujarent- a good friend of mine. Anto, ceci est Jase, il est mon garde du corps de presonal- le Papa l'a engagé pour faire du me babysitting."

As Anto chuckled lightly upon being inform that Jazira's father had employed Jase to baby-sit her, a new voice entered the fray, a rushed sentence of run-together syllables and unflawed pronunciation that only served in identifying the language as that of the girl's native tongue.

"Watashi ga anata no ie ni konya todomare ba sore ha yoi ka?"

Disregarding the two young men in an instant, Jazira turned and nodded her head as Tsara spoke in Japanese, requesting if it was alright to spend the night at the Kaiba Mansion.

"Hai, Tsara…hai!"

Things had been a bit tense over the last two days as Tsara had spent a few nights at the Mansion and her father had been in contact, having heard of the limo crash on the national Japanese news…only for him to ask his daughter to come to Nagasaki…the man was fearful of his only child hanging around with the Kaiba girl and the company heiress couldn't blame him. She's med Tsara's father a couple of times and he was very kind and always respectful- but she could understand why he didn't want Tsara being around her; as the sole heiress to such a large company, Jazira was bound to be a target, not even taking into account of the secretive aspects that endangered her life…and the man just didn't want his own little girl getting caught up in it all.

It was then that the Ganguro gal, with her deep fake tan and silver-blond locks looked to the tall lad beside Anto and raised a plucked eyebrow at her friend in a questioning manner, but the Kaiba daughter was cut short from answering as the doors to the conference room opened and the summit was officially started; with Tsara hastily making a beeline away, not wanting to be subjected to the boredom of the following hours, Anto sitting to the right of his father as Jazira walked elegantly into the room, holding herself with excellent poise as she sat in the leather seat on the right hand side of her own father, all the while aware of the suited young man who seemingly melted into the wall behind her, his sharp violet eyes trained n her and flitting about the table every so often…but she just about managed to fight off the flashbacks as the summit agenda was read out by an impartial secretary and all the CEOs were introduced, along with their translators- this was going to be along day, even by Seto Kaiba's standards.

A/n- well huns, please let me know what you thought of this chapter!! XxxxxxxxxxxxxX