Reviewer Recognition: Thanks for all of your comments. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy! I'm sorry about ending this story. Don't worry, though. There will be more adventures in the prequel and I think I will get around to writing a sequel eventually. I would like to extend a special thanks to my top reviewers in alphabetical order:

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Music Lover's Alert: "Polyamory Song" by David Rovics for the first two parts and "Pyromania" by Cascada for the third part with Penguin.

Chapter 38 Aftermath

Eventually, the people dispersed and went back to their homes. They were tired and hungry, but satisfied that they had won a great victory for all mankind.

Joan de-activated her hologram to find Father John, Trevor, and Jamie waiting for her in the church basement. They jumped around her excitedly, all trying to speak at their same time. Their various shades of black hair blurred together before her eyes.

"Slow down," said Joan, "Trevor, you speak first."

The man with soft black hair and emerald eyes grinned broadly. "The information team has been monitoring not only your progress, but the progress of people all around the world! There were revolutions in Tokyo, Berlin, Boston, Dallas…" Trevor trailed off as he forgot the names of the other cities that had revolted.

"… Cairo, Victoria, Tel Aviv, Bangkok, Singapore, Sydney…" Jamie continued, his Anthracite eyes glistening in the dim light of the basement.

"…And the Vatican!" Father John concluded enthusiastically.

"Good! There's just one problem, though," Joan replied.

"What's that?" asked Jamie.

"If I'm going to lead all these people, they are going to expect certain things from me. If they ever find out that I have you—all three of you—there's going to be hell to pay."

The men were silent for a moment. Then, Father John spoke. "No matter what happens, we'll be here for you. We will protect your secret as long as we can, and if you are ever exposed, we will stand by your side and defend your honor." The other two men nodded in agreement.

"Thank You," Joan replied while trying to hug all of them at once, "It means everything to me."

…

Kisara glided onto the meadow in front of Kaiba's safe house and landed with grace. A tall figure wearing a long white trench coat came out to greet her. He touched her massive claw, and she transformed back into her human form. The cold air nipped at her pale skin, and Kisara donned the simple, warm snow-colored dress that Seto gave her quickly. Then, Seto picked her up and carried her inside before her bare feet could catch frostbite. A warm fire crackled inside. Yugi and Ishizu were drifting off to sleep in each other's arms on the couch next to it while Rebecca and Tulip sipped hot chocolate a short distance away, chatting like old friends.

Seto handed Kisara her cell-phone. "This thing has been ringing off the hook since the protest ended."

Sure enough, it rang again as soon as Kisara touched it. She answered it immediately. "Hi Agatha!"

There was a long pause as Agatha asked rapid-fire questions. Seto could not hear exactly what she was saying, but from the timbre of her voice, he was glad that the call wasn't for him.

"No, I'm perfectly fine," Kisara replied.

There was an even longer pause as Agatha scolded Kisara for making her worry.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you in advance, but it's just that one thing led to another, and then suddenly I was helping to overthrow the government."

Another, slightly shorter paused followed.

"Yes, I'll be home for dinner… OK. I'll see you soon." Kisara hung up the phone, sighed heavily, and turned to Seto. "I guess I'll see you Thursday night. Agatha wants me back at her place." Kisara stood on her toes, kissed Seto lightly, and started putting on her warm winter boots.

"Wait!" Seto called, "Don't you want to know the genetic analysis of your son?"

"Oh Yeah! I almost forgot about him."

Seto left the sitting room while Kisara tied the laces on her boots. He came back with a stack of about ten pages paper-clipped together and handed them to Kisara. "This is the official report that we entered in the government database, and it is probably the one you'll want to show your mother-in-law."

"There's an unofficial report?" Kisara asked curiously.

"Yes. Your son is actually the clone of Sean Carson, who died nine months ago while breaking into Kaiba Corporation. Before that, he was involved in countless Noelite activities."

"No Way!" Kisara gasped.

"Way."

Kisara gazed at Seto with unfettered wonder in her gorgeous blue eyes. "That means he's like… practically royalty!"

"Yes, and if anyone ever found out his true identity, he would either be shunned for being a clone, or spoiled rotten for being a legend, or some gruesome combination of both."

"I see." Kisara wanted the best for her son, especially since without him she might never have come to the Kaiba mansion to fulfill her destiny. Since she was now a legend herself, she had no doubt that she could provide him with everything he needed to thrive. If there came an appropriate time in the future to reveal his identity to him, he would learn the truth. Until then, he would be raised as Patrick Taylor.

Seto put his arm around Kisara and walked her out to her late father-in-law's old car. With one last sweet and passionate kiss, he saw her off. Kisara started the engine, pulled out of the driveway as it ascended to the surface, and drove back home to her husband and mother-in-law.

….

Moments later, a military truck pulled up in front of the Kaiba mansion. A prison guard with "Detention Center 31" on his uniform got out and rang the doorbell. A muscular young man with shaggy black hair and purple eyes answered the door.

"Is Mokuba Kaiba here?" the guard asked.

"Yes, I am he," the young man replied.

"We have a lady here who is very eager to see you."

Behind the guard at the door, Mokuba could see two others lifting a woman out of the back of the truck. She was clad in the same green uniform as the guards who carried her. Although she was badly bruised and too weak to stand on her own, Mokuba recognized her instantly by her radiant golden hair. "Penguin!" Mokuba bolted past the guard and grabbed Penguin as the other guards lowered her from the truck.

"Ouch! Watch the ribs, you oaf!" Penguin barked.

Mokuba re-adjusted his grip on her so that he was holding her more gently. "I'm just so glad you're alive!"

"Yeah, yeah. Save the mush for later." Penguin made a shooing motion at the guards with her hand. "Thank You, boys. You can go now."

The guards bowed, got back in their vehicle, and drove away. Mokuba carried Penguin inside and set her down on the most luxurious couch he could find. "Can I get you anything? Food? Drink? Medical attention?" Mokuba backed away from her and drifted in the direction of the kitchen.

"I'll take you if that's all right"

Mokuba gulped. "I… um… yeah, that's all right."

"Then get your butt back over here and kiss me already."

Mokuba nervously walked back to the couch and sat down beside Penguin. "Are you sure you're feeling OK?" He asked.

In response, Penguin grabbed the back of Mokuba's head and drew his face towards hers. Their lips pressed together firmly in a passionate lock that captivated every fiber of his soul. Penguin's tongue delved into Mokuba's mouth, savoring his succulent flavor like one would savor a rich piece of chocolate. Mokuba moaned deeply while Penguin worked her magic on him. Over time, he grew light-headed, and his brain screamed for air. Penguin let him have it, and collapsed with her head in his lap. They both panted heavily for a few minutes. Mokuba stroked her hair gently while she dozed off peacefully in his lap.

Several minutes later, Serenity and the children came down the stair. "Mokuba, it's almost time for-" Serenity paused when she saw the sleeping Noelite in Mokuba's lap. Mokuba held his index finger over his lips, and Serenity finished the rest of her sentence in a whisper. "—dinner."

Mokuba took a couple of couch pillows and gently placed them under Penguin's head as he scooted out from under her. Then, he joined his family for dinner.

Author's Note: I think I killed Sean too quickly in Rakitan Industries, so you'll get to meet him in the prequel.

One more chapter to go!