Ten Years Later...

The horror of Titan's crime was soon forgotten. Koujo returned home to all that loved her and was more than happy to be there. Over the years, she grew into a beautiful young lady, one that caught the eye of every prince for miles around. It wasn't only because of her beauty, but also because she was the heir to the Egyptian throne… a title she could do without.

Koujo knew what was expected of her- she would become the Queen of Egypt after her father crossed into the underworld. But, she didn't want that. Her heart was in her magic, whether it be Shadow or otherwise. She lived for her lessons with Seto… until that one day…

"Damn it, child!" Seto said angrily. "Second time today you've set my robes on fire, Koujo! You've not done that in over five years, what in Ra's name is wrong with you?!" Koujo sighed and looked down at the floor.

"I don't know, Onshi," she whispered. "Give me a break."

"You were doing fine yesterday!"

"I'm sorry..." She put a hand over her mouth as she started to cough. "I don't know..." Seto narrowed his eyes, then put his fingers under her chin and began to lift up her head to face him.

"Koujo, do you feel well?" He was now looking into the teen's eyes- they were glazed over and her face was ghost white. But she nodded.

"I'm oka..." She suddenly sat down. "Ay...." Seto shook his head.

"You're going to bed," he told her. "Now. And we're going to tell the Pharaoh immediately." Koujo shook her head.

"No!" she cried. "I'm fine, Onshi! Really!" Seto ignored her as he grabbed her hand and pulled her along towards her father's chambers.

"Idiot," he muttered. "You should've told me you didn't feel well when we started. No wonder you weren't performing well."

"I'm all right, Onshi!" Koujo continued to protest. "Honest!" She would almost have been convincing, had she not started to cough. By the way it sounded, Seto was scared she might cough up a lung. He quickened his pace, looking for the Pharaoh. Finally, they arrived in his chambers.

"Ah, there he is! Pharaoh Yami!" Yami looked up from the scroll he was reading, a questioning look on his face.

"Yes, Seto?" he asked. "I'm rather..." He suddenly noticed his daughter's pale complexion. "Koujo? Are you all right?" She began to nod.

"I'm fine, Dad!" she said. "I am, really!" Yami put a hand to her forehead, his eyes widening.

"You've got a fever!" he exclaimed. "You're going to bed, now!" Koujo let out a sigh and nodded once again.

"Yes, Dad..." Without another word, Yami picked her up and began to carry her upstairs. He didn't care if she was sixteen-years-old- she was still his daughter and she needed him right now.

"Why didn't you tell Seto you didn't feel well?" he asked.

"Because," came the reply. "He wanted me to be the best. I didn't want to let him down..." Her father sighed.

"Koujo, he wouldn't think any less of you if you took the day off because you didn't feel well." She started coughing again, this time very hard, and began to shiver as well. Yami could feel his heart breaking as she cuddled close to him. He then remembered what Naria had said- "If you kill me, I kill the only family you have left... It's your choice, but either way, I die happy." This is what she meant- it took ten years, but Naria's curse was taking effect.

"Don't take her, Osirus," he thought. "Please do not take her from me..." He suddenly heard Koujo's soft voice.

"I'm sorry, Daddy..." Yami looked down at Koujo, confused.

"For what?" She looked back up at him, a sad expression on her face.

"I should have said something... I'm sorry." Yami said nothing. He continued to carry Koujo to her room and tucked her into bed once they got there.

"There we are..." Koujo looked up at him, a single tear rolling down her face.

"I-I love you, Daddy..." Yami smiled at her and wiped the tear away with his thumb before kissing her cheek.

"I love you too, Koujo." Koujo smiled back, then closed her eyes. Yami stayed by her side, watching her.

Yami's eyes shot open and he scanned his surroundings. He was in Koujo's room. He must have fallen asleep. After mentally cursing himself for that, he looked at his daughter... and realized just how still she was.

"She... she isn't breathing!" His eyes widened and he ran to her bedroom door. "SETO! COME HERE! NOW!" Seconds later, Seto raced in, almost colliding with Yami.

What?!" he cried. "What is it?!" Yami pointed to Koujo.

"She... she's not breathing!" Seto quickly went over to the bed and looked the young princess over, feeling for a pulse. After a moment, he stopped.

"... She's dead, Pharaoh..." Yami instantly shook his head.

"NO!" he cried. "Impossible! She can't be!" Tears began to well in his eyes and slip down his cheeks. "She can't be dead... she can't be! She was all I had left..." Yami grabbed her tiny hand and held it tight. "Goodbye, Koujo... my little love..."

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Sarah: Okay, that's the end for Daddy's Little Girl- I know it's really mean of me to end it like this, but there is a method to my madness!

Mokuba: Whether we really want to believe that or not…

Sarah: -___- Aaaaaaanyway, my next story, Asayake, will be up soon! And, so I don't totally leave you hanging, here's a spoiler:

Five thousand years after the events encountered in "Daddy's Little Girl"…

A young girl woke up in her bed at the orphanage that has been her home as long as she can remember. Then again, she's five years old- that's not saying much. She yawns and stretches her arms above her head, thinking about the day ahead of her… but, she can't help but think of the dream she just had… about the amazing monsters, the powerful priest… and the kind Pharaoh.

"I wish I had a dad like him," she whispered softly. "That would be…" she smiled. "Perfect." Suddenly, she heard someone call her name.

"Koujo! Come on, it's time for breakfast!"

Sarah: ^_^! Thank you to everyone who read this and I hope you enjoy Asayake just as much! Until next time, Koujo SilverWolf signing off!