Sarah: ^_^! I've gotten so many requests for another chapter, that I'm uploading chapter three today instead of tomorrow! ^_^! Enjoy!

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Koujo watched excitedly out the windows of the limousine. She'd pinched herself about three times all ready, wondering if this was really real. She thought about what she'd been thinking before her duel with Seto: "Besides… the one thing I really want… you'd never give me. Even if you could." This is what she wanted… sort of. Koujo had always wanted a family, ever since her first day in the orphanage…

Koujo was three years old when she was placed in the orphanage. Her mother and father had just died- there had been a terrible car accident… Koujo had been in the car with her parents. No one, not even the doctors could explain why she had lived and not her mother and father. One thing was clear though- her grandfather wanted nothing to do with her.

"I can't keep her here. I refuse." Yusuke Tora was the father of Koujo's father, who was also named Yusuke Tora. Yusuke Sr. loved his son very much… but couldn't bear to keep around his granddaughter. "My son is dead. She isn't. I won't keep her around as a reminder of that."

"I'll never forgive Grandfather for that," Koujo thought. "Never…"

I can't believe I just did that...I can't believe I just did that...I can't believe I just did that... Seto couldn't believe what he'd just done. He'd gone to the Orphanage to… well, he wasn't quite sure what he'd gone there for, but it sure as hell wasn't to adopt a child.

Will you quit it? Sorcerer Seto said angrily. You're giving me a blasted headache.

What do I tell Mokuba?! The only thing he knew was that... Well... I was going to visit.

Well, tell him the truth.

It's only been me and Mokuba for as long as I can remember... he might not take to it...

Well, if you'd take to women, it might not just BE you and Mokuba.

...shut the HELL up!

Koujo, why did he do that? To the rest of the unknowing population, it would seem that Koujo was talking to herself. In a way she was, except it was an older version… the Koujo she was talking to had been the Princess of Egypt, five thousand years ago (A.N: Read "Daddy's Little Girl" if you're totally lost.) And Koujo heard the princess version of herself chuckle softly.

Because, if he's anything like a man I knew with his name, he has a soft spot for children. Koujo smiled.

Think he's mad about the duel?

If he was, he'd not have taken you out of there.

Yeah. He's always been my hero, you know? He got dumped just like I did...

"Thank you..." Seto had been to busy arguing with Sorcerer to hear the young girl's words, but noticed she was looking at him.

"Hm?"

"Thank you." Koujo said again. Seto shook his head.

"It's nothing." Koujo said nothing more… at least not aloud.

Never thought he'd be this scary... Princess Koujo let out a sigh and appeared in the limo, her arms crossed in front of her.

"Think you could lighten up, Kaiba?" Seto blinked and looked over at her.

"Lighten u - holy shit."

Sorcerer Seto noticed that his other half had suddenly tensed up and did the only logical thing- he looked through Seto's eyes to see what the problem was. His own eyes widened- it couldn't be…

"She's six years old, for Ra's sake," Princess Koujo said, sternly. She then smirked- she'd been around in the modern world long enough to know some of the lingo. And she knew how to use it. "You're scaring her- so, chill out, would you?" Seto just stared at her, prompting a roll of Princess Koujo's eyes. "Take a picture- it'll last longer."

There was a long silence… outside of Seto's mind anyway. Inside of it, he had to listen to Sorcerer laughing his head off.

What do you call that? A diss? Seto narrowed his eyes.

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

"Koujo..." Seto's eyes shifted to the little girl he'd just adopted. She was looking at her older mirror image, kinda worriedly. "Be nice..." Princess Koujo looked at her and sighed.

"Well, for the love of Ra, there's no need to scare you like he is!" Little Koujo sighed and fiddled with the necklace around her neck- a winged heart, matching the one Princess Koujo was wearing. Seeing this made Seto realize what was going on- Koujo was this girl's reincarnate, as he was Sorcerer's.

Sorcerer, get out here. Now. Sorcerer appeared, eyeing Princess Koujo…and she stared back at him, amazed.

"Oh... Oh my Ra..." Sorcerer took a deep breath.

"If," he began. "If you aren't who I think you are...just leave now." As Seto stared at him, confused as hell, Princess Koujo burst out laughing.

"You're who I think YOU are," she said, wiping her eye. "No one else could be so arrogant..." Seto groaned.

"You have no idea." Sorcerer looked over, glaring at him.

"You should talk." Not waiting for an answer, he looked back over at Princess Koujo. "Hm…" Princess Koujo drew in a breath.

"Onshi..?" He nodded, a faint smile curling his lips.

"Koujo." She couldn't take it any more. Princess Koujo dived into Sorcerer's arms, hugging him tight.

"Onshi!" She sniffed a couple times, letting the veteran spellcaster know that she was crying. He hugged her back, just as tight if not tighter.

"Koujo..." She relinquished her grip and pulled out of his. She looked into his eyes, her own still glazed with tears, and smiled.

"Remember all the hell I put you through as a kid?" Sorcerer sighed, nodding.

"Yes." Princess Koujo looked over at Koujo and sighed as well.

"After raising one on my own... sort of… I apologize greatly..." Seto's eyes widened.

Oh Jesus Christ, what did I just adopt? Sorcerer smirked.

You have NO idea.

"I'm not that bad!" little Koujo cried in her own defense, scowling at her ancestor. Princess Koujo looked at her, a sly smile on her face.

"Um, yeah you are." Little Koujo clenched her fists together, her eyes narrowing. Seto couldn't help but notice how much she looked… well, like him.

"I don't set things on fire!" she said. Princess Koujo's eyes narrowed as well.

"I was six years old!"

"So am I!" As Seto snorted, trying to contain his laughter, Sorcerer smiled.

"Set things on fire waaaaas a big one," he admitted. Princess Koujo shot him a cold glare.

"I learned!" Seto watched as little Koujo's eyes widened excitedly- he noticed they did that a lot. Apparently, it didn't take much to please the girl.

"I want to learn, Koujo!" she cried happily. "Please?"

"When you're older Koujo," came the reply.

"But Koujo!" Princess Koujo covered her eyes with her hand, muttering "Forgive me Onshi," over and over again. Seto and Sorcerer Seto exchanged looks, each thinking the same thing. This double Koujo thing was getting out of hand.

"You know," Seto said. "Thank God you have a title so we don't call each other Seto." Sorcerer nodded, but it was obvious he was paying more attention to the fighting Koujo's.

"Koujo," said little Koujo. "I REALLY want to learn magic! Please? Please, please, please, please, PLEASE?" She looked Princess Koujo in the eyes, her own pleading for what she wanted. Princess Koujo let out a sigh, shaking her head.

"We'll talk about it later, Asayake." Sorcerer raised an eyebrow.

"Asayake?" Princess Koujo looked at him, nodding/

"It means 'morning glow,'" she replied with a smile. "At the orphanage, when everyone gets up in the morning, they're all so out of it and just… blah." Her smile widened. "But Koujo… she just sorta glows…"

"Saya…" Everyone looked over at Seto, confused.

"You know," said Sorcerer, "you're usually out there, but that was REALLY random." Seto narrowed his eyes and pointed at little Koujo.

"Saya," he said. "We can call her Saya." He then looked at Princess Koujo. "And you can be....whoever." Princess Koujo smiled.

"Whoever huh? All right, then- I'm Seto Kaiba."

(A.N: Okay, this it for those of you that need it spelled out for you: Little Koujo will now be known as Saya. Princess Koujo will just be Koujo. All right? All right.)