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Metamorphosis of the Mariposa

Chapter 29

Hello Goodbye

Isis lay in her bed, sheet tucked under her chin, eyes closed. Shadi was standing in the corner of the small room on his cell phone trying to track down his now M.I.A father-in-law. He had asked her what happened and she had calmly stated that Mr. Ishtar had shoved her down their stairs. He was one for facts so he wanted some sort of proof this was true. The fact that Mr. Ishtar had yet to visit spoke volumes, not to mention he had yet to track him down.

"Well Abi, if anything comes up; please do not hesitate to alert me."

Mr. Wasem made an agreeing noise in his throat, "I will Akhi. Will you not be returning so soon?"

"Between the investors wanting to get together in Tokyo to further discuss funding and putting together the ancient Egyptian exhibit and Isis wounded, I suppose we'll be a few more days. Perhaps spending them in Tokyo would be best. It'll allow Isis a change of pace and for me not to travel as far for the meetings."

"Hm, that sounds good Shadi. You always make the best decisions. Keep me posted if anything changes Akhi."

"But of course." With that Shadi hung up his cell and looked over at the sleeping girl tucked into the bed. He couldn't help but feel perturbed by the fact that a certain Japanese school boy had been inappropriately close to his wife to be. He considered asking her about him but as soon as she had accused her father of pretty much trying to kill her, the idea had flown from his mind. But he was determined to get to the bottom of things.

Kaiba Manor

The enraged teen slammed the door to his car and stomped through the dark garage. In mid-step the lights clicked temporarily blinding him. "Back so soon son?" Kaiba halted and stood with his back to his father. Gozaburo took a few steps closer, "I was watching television when I found you were with that…girl again. Tell me Seto is she…okay?" A small chuckle followed that when he saw his adopted child visibly seethe. "Seto, why don't you just admit—"

"There is nothing to confess!" He swiveled around and narrowed his eyes at the business man, "She means nothing Gozaburo! Absolutely nothing! And you mean nothing to me as well! You're both thorns in my sides intent on bleeding me dry and I'm fucking tired of it."

"Then remove the thorn Seto—"

"Shut the fuck up! Just shut up!" Kaiba felt his resolve slipping and he had never been so angry in his life. This odd comforting darkness swarmed in and shielded him from the picturesque scene the sun insisted on illuminating every twenty-four. "You have never once been a help to me or Mokuba!"

"I got you out of that rat infested Ra-forsaken orphanage didn't I?" It was Gozaburo's turn to get mad. "If it hadn't been for me you and that little boy would be out on the street somewhere."

"Well we'd be happy."

"Happy with no food, no clothing, not even a hot shower every morning?! Who had the clothes specially tailored for your ungrateful frame? Who paid top scholars to send me books so you could have the best education? Whose organization have you worked from for your side projects to keep gas in that car and keep the lights on in your little 'home away from home'? I do! Gozaburo fucking Kaiba! It's not Seto Corp. it's Kaiba Corp.!"

"Well I never asked for any of it!"

"But you won it fair and square Seto; you set the stakes for that game of chess, not me!"

"That game was based on the intentions of survival! I didn't want to leave with you, we needed to!" He took long strides towards Gozaburo not sure what he was going to do. When he was literally nose to nose with the shorter man he added, "I didn't ask you to abuse me with education, distort my emotions, or prance me around as a show dog to the public. I simply asked to be removed from the current situation and you couldn't even do that. Between here and the orphanage, I'm not sure what was worse. Sleeping in a bed infested with roaches or on international sheets under your roof?"

Kaiba expected him to hit him, spit on him, curse him, or do anything other than what he did. Gozaburo Kaiba was smiling at him. It was a smile that father gives his son after he touches home base after a homerun. It was a grin that a father gives his son after his goes to the prom with one of the prettiest girls in school. It was a beam that a father gives his son after he graduates with the highest of honors.

Gozaburo Kaiba was proud of his adoptive son Seto.

The brunet's heart thudded at the genuine smile and he took a step back despite himself. "My boy Seto." Without another word he grabbed Kaiba's arm and pulled him into a…hug? The embrace was strong and long and when he finally let go, Kaiba was grateful for it. He had never been this disturbed in his life.

"What are you doing?" Instead of offering an answer, Gozaburo turned around and headed for the house. "I don't understand!"

The older man paused in his steps and chuckled, "But you do my boy, but you do."

Kaiba watched the man leave before turning to the opposite end of the car garage to find his little brother stand there, clinging to his crab plushie. He wondered how much he heard but didn't ask. He simply motioned him over. Mokuba ran to him, tears streaming down his face, before jumping and clinging to him. The brunet held the smaller boy close to his heart and buried his face in the thick black hair. He breathed in a shaky breath before placing a small kiss to the sobbing boys forehead.

How could he have been so blind? He lost focus so easily on the whole reason he chose this life. It was all for Mokuba's safety and comfort. If his little Mokie was distraught that he was as well. Instead of worrying about trivial affairs he swore to dedicate himself to working and his brother. Screw everything else; a personal life was overrated anyway.

"Seto, I love you," Mokuba sniffled.

"I love you too Mokuba."

"Seto your neck!"

The genius had forgotten about the dried blood there and made soothing circles across the little ones back, "I'm fine Mokuba. Everything's going to be fine." He walked over to his white Jag and climbed in with Mokuba still in his arms. Slowly he back out of the garage and headed to their home.

Just the two of them.

Tokyo

Tokyo was busy. Busy was an understatement. Tokyo was like an ant farm at that particular point in time. There the observer watched from behind glass as each creature took themselves from one point to another, briefly chatting in passing before continuing on. Isis looked down at the gauze around her ankle. Luckily she was only suffering from a second degree ankle sprang which meant some tearing of the ligament fibres, moderate instability of the joint, moderate to severe pain and difficulty walking, and swelling and stiffness in the ankle joint. The doctor said as long as she followed his instructions she could be limping on it in ten days time.

Isis sat back in the wheelchair she now housed thanks to her father. Since her arm was in too much pain, she hadn't been able to use at least one of the crutches Shadi had gotten for her. Luckily her left ankle and right arm were damaged so when she finally decided to use one, they wouldn't conflict too much or cause her arm too much discomfort. But she wasn't at that point yet and didn't know when she would be. Her fingers felt the material of the cast and she couldn't even imagine keeping the plaster around her limb for six weeks but it was the only way she'd ever write again.

Her bottom lip began to quiver as she watched another group of happy school teens make their way across the cross walk before the hotel. She swallowed her sadness and tried her best to not let out another sob. She had been crying since they entered Tokyo but she couldn't help feeling bad for herself. She felt like an old woman; here she was sitting in a motorized wheel chair for left-handed people, her ankle elevated the best it could, waiting for her fiancé to return with her lunch while her heart tore in two over a man that had never loved her and never would, and a boy that she had destroyed any chances of ever feeling deeply about her.

"Radammit!" She smacked the glass of water away from her and watched as it shattered against the window, rattling the strong craftsmanship. She sat back in the chair and took deep breaths, repeating a chant she learned from Buddhist monks during their time in China. Closing her eyes she imagined herself, on the beach, back home. No one was around, no one was present for miles, and all she heard was the roar of the waves and the rush of her tears.

The sound of someone in the hall dropping something shook her from her pity party. There were people everywhere who were in wheelchairs for the rest of their lives and lived happy full lives. She would only be in hers for a while and she was already complaining. It was stupid and selfish to think that way. And so what if her father hated her and left her for worst. Some people craved even a look from their fathers; she should be grateful that she at least had one in her life. And sure she didn't love Shadi and that particular point in time couldn't see it ever happen, but at least someone was willing to have her. To take her and call her theirs.

She had a lot to be grateful for and here she was wallowing in every little thing that went wrong. Pausing in her thoughts she suddenly began to chuckle which turned into a much unexpected frightening full out laugh. She wiped tears from her face as the laughter continued to shake her and placed a hand to her stomach to hold the tickles in. Why did she bury everything? She wasn't upset about being in the wheelchair; she was upset about the events that caused her to sit where she did now. Her father had been giving her hell for Ra knows how long and she knew she was better off without him. She still wasn't sure how she felt about the whole Shadi thing but she knew for a fact she preferred brunets over black-haired heads.

The front doors suddenly made a clanking noise and voices met her ears; familiar voices. She buzzed her way into the living area and was thoroughly surprised to find her school gang all sitting there.

"Isis!" Ryou yelped as he ran over to her and hugged her tight. He quickly let go from her grunt of pain, "I'm sorry Isis! We were just so worried when Malik told us what happened." Ryou's disapproving frown didn't go unnoticed when he eyed the many bandages on her body.

Isis nodded, "Yes, I suppose being clumsy is not an endearing trait after all. What are you all doing here? Not that I'm not delighted to see you all, I'm just surprised to find all of you here, in Tokyo on a school day."

"It was Shadi's idea," Yugi explained. "After Malik told Ryou and Ryou told us what happened, we wanted to come see you but weren't sure where to find you because Malik didn't even know. But luckily Shadi called and bought us all tickets to take the train down and gave us directions here."

"Thank you all so much, really, I'm overjoyed at this point." And truly she was. Here all of her friends surrounded her in warmth that she never felt at home. It was nice to feel familiar and welcomed.

"Geez Isis, you did a bang up job on yourself!" Joey proclaimed earning a shove to the ribs by his girlfriend.

"Sorry Isis, I couldn't stop his mouth in time," Mai sighed.

"It's fine. I've missed Joey's outspokenness." She chuckled along with the others.

"Now! In true broken arm spirit, we must…" Tea trailed off as she began rummaging through the large bag before growling in frustration and dumping it into one of the arm chairs. Markers, pens, and all kinds of sparkly, colorful writing utensils fell from the sack. "As I was saying! In true broken arm spirit we must sign your cast!"

Every grabbed their tool of choice and they spent the afternoon ordering room service, laughing, and detailing her cast till not one spot of plaster was visible. For once, Isis forgot where she was and what was wrong.

Kaiba Corporation

Kaiba drummed his fingers against the smooth surface of the conference room table. He had sat through five meetings, solo, and was beyond himself by that point. Through charts, contracts, and trajectories, he couldn't help but wonder about Gozaburo. Since last night he hadn't seen him or even heard from him. He asked his adopted father's assistant where he had been and she explained that she no longer worked from him. That had put him where he was now.

What was this man planning? He had received a call earlier that Gozaburo had gone to Mokuba's school with ice-cream and party bags. It wasn't even the boy's birthday but no one cared; who says no to free treats? He ran a hand through his hair before quickly fixing it. Then there was that e-mail about how the house was signed over to him along with all of his cars. And who could forget the money set aside that was supposed to be given to Mokuba.

Kaiba narrowed his eyes at the large window before him and hoped that whatever was going on would be handled soon. He didn't feel comfortable now in control of all of these assets without knowing his tormentor's intentions. Was he fleeing the country because investigators found fault in his files? Was he in trouble with the government and didn't want anyone to seize his assets? He tapped the pen against the table in thought.

"You're wrong Seto." Gozaburo fully entered the room in his gray suit. He moved down to the end of the table and stood with the sun outlining him in light. "Nothing you have considered is true."

"How do you know my hypothesis? Are you some mind reader?"

"Every good business man is; you should know that now that you are a part of the elite."

"Elite?"

"You're ready Seto." He looked around the conference room with an odd look on his face. "Only winners deserve a space in this world, boy and you have finally become a winner."

Kaiba didn't care for the look in the man's eyes, "What does that make you, a loser?"

"Precisely."

Surprised by the response the brunet continued on with, "If the winners deserve life do losers claim the opposite?"

"Just as I thought, you're more than ready."

Before Kaiba could comprehend what was happened, glass went flying everywhere in large jagged portions and smaller odder shaped pieces. The fourteen year old watched as his adoptive father flung himself head first from the top story room with not as much as a scream or call for help. In slow motion the suit was torn in a few places while his hands and a few parts of his face were cut. His legs scraped against the jagged pieces still held by the frame and his loafers were horribly scuffed in five seconds flat.

The last thing Kaiba saw was Gozaburo's flailing feet before the sickening screams of witnesses and workers alike vocalized their terror. Then when the grotesque crunch and splat of the human body colliding with the sidewalk reverberated in his ears, he was surprised when the last feeling he thought he could even feel washed over him in what should be the most traumatizing part of his life.

Relief.

Security stormed the room clucking like hens in their headsets while some ran to the window to find they were too late. A few of them were shaking Kaiba and asking him if he was okay and what happened. Very calmly he explained before scooting his chair out and excusing himself. His steps felt lighter and his body didn't feel as constricted by the darkness that had plagued him since his parents' departure. He was reborn. He wasn't some fourteen year old hormonal genius focused on rebellion and his little brother.

Age had been stripped from his very skin and it tingled with immortality. His usual stalker behavior was not longer needed in the quest for lust for his lust had been snuffed out under a blanket of calm. His mind was stronger if not sharper and he almost felt like playing chess with the best of the best, at the same time, just to test his wits. But he wouldn't waste such remarkable brain power, control, or adolescent agelessness on such simple endeavors. No.

He had a brother to raise, a duelist to beat, a company to run, and a city to own.

Tokyo

Isis frowned as she hung up her room's phone. Ryou had just called and told her the news concerning Gozaburo Kaiba. She had already known of the suicide since turning on the TV to find the coverage on more than one channel. It was said that Kaiba had been in the room when it happened and when officials came in, he was in an odd state of shock. For this she was relived. When she first learned he had been in the room as well she worried he had possible done it.

She didn't know about all of the issue he had with his father but they were evident enough in his tense behavior whenever the man was brought up. Plus who would trade up a luxurious mansion for a small apartment over a noodle shop? He obviously needed time away from him. She could easily assume they bumped heads with their dominant personalities but with his control over the younger boy, it seemed like things should be swapped. But of course she was happy they weren't.

Ryou had explained the funeral was in two days held at one of the largest churches in Domino. A lot of people were planning on coming and knowing Kaiba wasn't a religious man, she guessed someone else was handling the arrangements. Was he that torn up over his father's death or did he just not care? She wanted to see him, to be there for him, to let him know she did care but she just wasn't sure how she could make it up to Domino and back.

There was no way Shadi would allow her to travel alone and he would insist he come with her. The last thing she needed to do was walk in to the funeral accompanied by Shadi. She considered asking her husband-to-be if she could just go but the idea of having to ask permission rubbed her the wrong way. The last thing she wanted was give him the idea of that type of relationship. She dealt with it enough from her father.

A knock came to the door, "Yes Shadi?"

Said man entered looking a bit uneasy and took in a breath, "Your father has been found. He's here and wishes to speak with you." Instead of responding she shifted her eyes back to the TV screen as the newscaster continued about how tragic Gozaburo's death was. Shadi frowned and said, "Do not worry Isis; I will sit in with you two."

"No need Shadi."

To say the least he was surprised by the response; he asked, "Was he not the one who pushed you down the stairs?"

"If he wanted me dead, he would have done it already. It's been sixteen years; he's had ample opportunity." He didn't care for the darkness that laced her words but he nodded and headed back into his room. Shortly after footsteps entered back into her room before the door closed. "Here to sign my cast?" She clicked off the TV and turned angry eyes to the gray haired man.

"Now Isis, no need for sarcasm." Mr. Ishtar placed himself across from her and eyed the wounds. "You're fine."

"No help from you. I've been thinking Abi and I can't help but wonder if you left Umm in her time of need as well. When she was begging for help did you flee like the coward you are?"

"You do not understand Isis and never will with that attitude!" Mr. Ishtar stood from his chair, "What would you do when someone promises you death till thee part and death clutches the bond, and you have to single handedly raise three kids you know nothing about and know not one way to handle them?!"

"I know you don't take the easy way out and prowl on them as prey rather than children! If you loved us than you would have at least taken the time try."

"How can I try when your face, hair, eyes, and even mannerisms pay homage to Taurtet? It's a mockery of what I have lost and will never retain. I know she lies within you Isis; reincarnated in a way I have yet to been able to release. I offered so much to Anubis and yet he still does not give me the answers." His feet began slowly leading him towards the girl stuck in the motorized chair. "I need you around; you are all I have left of her. Pictures are not as good as the real deal."

To say the least Isis didn't know whether to feel afraid, disturbed, or sorry for the man. His behavior and tactics for raising them were inexcusable but it was all driven by the lack of mourning and moving on. Mr. Ishtar was bitter and was not afraid to make those around them feel the same way. "Abi, this is unacceptable! I am sorry you have yet to deal with your feelings from our family's loss, but Umm would not want me to be morphed into her, but to be my own person."

"How do you even know? She's not here to tell you anything. I know what's best for you." Mr. Ishtar came even closer to Isis, "Now I almost lost you once but I will not allow the energy within you to go to waste. I must perform one more—"

Before Isis could even fathom what was happened a blur of blonde and tan streaked across her, causing Mr. Ishtar to bump her chair sending her flying backwards. Two men rushed over to her she soon found to be Odion and Shadi, once her haze passed which mean the blur she spotted had to be one person. After she was helped back up and told them she was okay for the hundredth time, she watched in fascination as Malik beat their father silly.

Marik had tried to shove the boy off the older man but he had gotten an elbow to the nose and was now in the bathroom handling the bloodied nose. Odion went to grab him but Malik was naturally a scrapper and easily removed himself from his stronger older brother and was still punching the man repeatedly, speaking gibberish to the point of incoherency and she watched as tears streamed down his face and oddly enough, he never looked so young.

Ignoring the pains in her ankle and arm she forced herself forward and grabbed her brother, "Malik please stop!"

Malik looked over his shoulder and his pained eyes locked with his sisters; for a moment he considered continuing but the desperate hold she had on him broke his fighting spirit and he was subdued. He shoved the man away and buried his face in his sister's chest, crying as if he was a child again. But despite his age and appearance, Isis held him close and stroked his hair.

For her the room was eerily quiet when really men in white were rushing in and fighting her bloodied father under Shadi's command. He kept telling the older man he needed help yet he continued to struggle. Finally one of the doctors grabbed a syringe and forcefully stabbed it into Mr. Ishtar's neck rendering him useless. They carried the lifeless body from the room and that was the last time Odion, Isis, and Malik chose to lay eyes on him.

Shadi left the room with the men and gently closed the door on the four. Marik stood with tissues to his nose and had luckily stopped the bleeding. He looked down as Isis continued to kneel and hold the whimpering Malik and soon Odion stooped down wrapping his arms around the two. It didn't matter what happened now, Mr. Ishtar was gone and wouldn't be back in their lives regardless. All they needed was one another and that was family enough.

Domino City

The church was more on the level of a cathedral. The gothic architecture was everywhere along with the mass amounts of stained art and statues of the Saints. Many were making their way down the long aisle to the coffin in the front. Some were rubbing the closed casket and crying while others gave curt nods in Gozaburo's regard along with his sons who were standing beside it. Kaiba stood in his black suit next to Mokuba with his arm around him and his hand gripping his shoulder.

Mokuba had taken the news harder than he had as expected. For some reason the small felt guilty for the tragedy and Kaiba had quickly explained to never blame himself for anything Gozaburo related. Mokuba had been the better son to the man; if anything Kaiba was the only one eligible to take any blame. He had defied him since they left the orphanage. But if he could do everything all over again he knew he wouldn't have changed if it meant more years spent with the man. And somewhere in the back of his mind told him that even he had been what the man wanted this would have been the same outcome.

Once everyone had seen the body and the church had filled up to the point of some standing, Kaiba and Mokuba took their seats. The speaker began and the sniffles grew louder the more the man spoke of how charitable and loving Gozaburo had been. Some were nodding in agreement while others were simply shaking with tears. Kaiba thought he'd be sick. Was this the same man that tortured companies into crumbling along with embezzling money from charities he started? Why were they acting like he was some angel? Obviously he and Mokuba were the only people who knew the truth or chose to believe it.

The rest of the day sort of passed in a blur as a few chosen people stood up and spoke about the man in ways he still couldn't understand. He had already had it arranged that he was "too struck with grief" to speak and it was better that way. The things he wanted to say about his adoptive father was beyond what these people were ready for and would ever be ready for. Finally the service was over and people were clearing out to their separate ways. He had not arranged for any after program festivities because he had too much to do. Even though the company was his there was a group buy of stock to over run him. They thought he was too young and naïve to know but he wasn't going to allow them to take what he paid his dues for.

After everyone cleared the church but his security team and his brother, he directed his men to bring the car around and make a way for them. Even though the people had exited didn't mean that they had left the property completely. Some could be waiting to do anything from beg him for money to trying to kill him for the company. Everything was so touchy at the moment he could be too careful.

Mokuba was still sitting in the pew swinging his feet when he looked to the back of the church spotting one person he thought he'd never see again. "Isis!" Jumping up he ran to the back of the church and paused before he jumped on her. Eyeing the chair and wounds he still smiled, "I'm glad you're here. I wanted to see you before you went back to Egypt."

"As did I Mokuba; I am very sorry for your loss." Opening her arms wide the little boy crawled into her lap and hugged her tight and she returned the embrace.

"Mokuba, go with Roland to the car." Isis looked up to find the cold look of the brunet and had to look at him again before realizing it was indeed Kaiba. For some odd reason he looked different. Then again death can change a multitude of things. "Now Mokuba."

Instead of arguing Mokuba quickly hugged Isis again and planted a small kiss on her cheek before climbing off of her. Roland took his hand and led him out of the church. Silence reigned between them as they looked at one another. Kaiba didn't know why but Isis looked different. It wasn't because her hair was in a bun instead of the ponytail or that the black dress looked different from what she usually wore. There was just something that had changed for the best.

"So why are you here?"

"I came to show my support."

"Much like the other thousand mourners? Save it."

"You know I'm different from those crowds Kaiba. I would never come under false pretenses."

"Yet you still did. Where's Shadi? Getting his car from the valet?"

The tone he used made her heart ache and she forced the lump in her throat to go down. "Shadi is not here. I came alone." Catching the change in his expression she continued, "In-fact, he doesn't even know I'm here. I knew he wouldn't want me to travel or travel alone so I arranged a few things." She would have to thank Mai again later.

"What makes you think he'll be okay with your deception? He might just leave you."

"That is no longer a factor." She and Shadi had had a long conversation regard everything and by the end of it he fully understood her decision and didn't take any offense to it. If anything it made their friendship stronger and she handed the ring back explaining to him to give it to someone who was more deserving.

"No longer a factor?"

"There is no ring on my finger and there will not be one for sometime Seto Kaiba. I'm only sixteen after all." She gave a small smile and reached beside her self and brought back a blue marker, "This might come off as ridiculous request but um, would you sign my cast."

He scowled at the gaily decorated plaster, "There isn't one spot the friendship gangs' lack of creative talent didn't puke on."

"I saved a spot." Lifting up her arm, there in the center of the chaos was a space outlined in green and it was completely empty. "Sorry if I didn't give you enough room."

"It's fine." He snatched the marker from her and quickly scribbled something into the space. Handing her the marker back he crossed his arms and waited.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to read it?"

"I will later."

"Why not now?"

"Because as much as I'd like to know what you wrote, right now is not the time for it." Despite her control a tear slipped down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away. "I don't want to come off as weak or vulnerable but I don't want to leave you Seto. And I don't want you to leave me. I care for you too much."

Kaiba stilled himself and fought the urge to retaliate or leave the conversation all together. He was a man now and had to act as one. "Obviously we have come to a precipice that must be handled with care or it'll ruin too many lives. I will not lie to you and say it doesn't pain me in some way that our situations do not coordinate." He looked around the church and found no one and quickly wrapped his arms around her, gently helping her up where he supported her weight in his arms.

Despite the dislike of the idea he held her close and breathed in her scent for what felt like the last one. Isis breathed in a shaky breath and held him the best to her ability. Who knew that that fateful meeting in the History room would lead to now? To say the least they were both upset that they had been dealt a new hand but responsibility was something they never turned their backs on, especially when it involved family.

Kaiba needed to run the company and make sure Mokuba was given what he needed and more. Isis needed to make sure Malik and Odion were okay and that they stayed strong. Now was not the time for romantic pursuits no matter how much the other meant to them or what it could become. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder but only time would tell.

Isis leaned back and gazed into the cobalt allowing them to drink in her sapphires. Kaiba pressed his lips to hers softly and placed her back in her chair. He wanted to kiss her more, longer, but he knew if he did he wouldn't let her go. Clearing his throat he spotted Roland rounding the corner.

"Mr. Kaiba sir, the car is out front."

"Thank you Roland."

Once the man was gone they were at a loss for words. So much left unsaid but that's the way things had to be. Giving a few last glances, Isis headed to the left and Kaiba to the right.

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(Sniffles) Aww, that really got me emotional. Ha. I'm such a baby. Anyway! I'm going to go ahead and relive you and tell you there is another chapter after this. It'll probably be the last chapter. So no, I'm not going to leave the story like this. I couldn't do that to you all. I hoped this made up for the short chapter before this one.

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Arabic Words:

Abi – Father

Akhi – Brother

Umm – Mother

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