Prince of Egypt, another long YuGiOh! story by Tsunami Storm

Chapter 3: Arrival

Suddenly, Kisara gasped in pain and put a hand over her large abdomen. She looked at her husband and brothers with pain-filled, slightly apprehensive eyes. "Seth, it's time!"

"What? Now?!" He gasped as well, his sapphire eyes wide with shock. Everyone present instantly tensed, and Akefia hissed, "Well, what are we standing around here for? We have to get her to hospital, now!"

Seth nodded quickly, scooped up his pregnant wife bridal-style and raced after his hikari- who had taken off toward the garage where their vehicles were parked. Seto summoned the keys to the black SUV- as that car was the only one big enough to fit all of them- and everyone piled in, Seto in the driver's seat and Akefia in the front. Mokuba and Noah climbed into the back and Seth and Kisara took the middle seats, the former pharaoh cradling his wife as if his own life depended on it.

The family reached the hospital in record time, and Seto thanked his lucky stars that they hadn't been pulled over for speeding through town at 70 mph. Knowing the necessity for speed, the boys jumped out of the automobile and dashed to the doors- holding them open for Seth and Kisara- who both smiled in thanks. The receptionist took one look at Kisara, then led the family through the other doors at the end of the lobby to an appropriate room. Seto, Noah, Mokuba and Akefia were asked to wait outside the room in a row of chairs, and Seth carried Kisara into the room and set her on the bed- silently vowing never to leave her side through this, no matter what happened.

"What do we do now, Seto?" Mokuba asked his big brother, very confused and worried for his sister-in-law.

"Now we wait." The young man answered simply, putting his chin in his hands and his elbows on his knees. They could be here for a while.

"I hate waiting!" Akefia growled mostly to himself, but everyone heard it. "They can't expect me to just sit here! That's my sister!"

"You'll just have to deal with it." Seto answered, worried himself and snippy because of it. "Nobody else is allowed in a birth room with the mother except for the father and the doctors. And maybe a nurse, but that's it. We're all worried, Akefia. But I've got a good feeling that everything's going to be fine. Kisara's strong. She'll make it."

"What about the baby?" Mokuba asked, and Seto smiled at him. "Both of its parents are strong people. The baby will be just fine. You'll see. You just have to have faith." Jeez. Now I sound like Atem with all those speeches he gives. Guess he's rubbing off on me. He thought to himself with a roll of his eyes.

Kisara had never been in so much pain in her entire life, in Egypt or this new one. She couldn't decide which was worse: the contractions that her own body was producing, or Nephthys roaring in her head and giving her a monstrous migraine. Seth was holding her right hand, bravely keeping a calm face as she squeezed his hand with all of her strength every time a contraction struck.

"That is it, Kisara. Deep breaths. You can do this." He encouraged, proud of how well she was doing for her first time. He'd always known she was strong, and this just proved it for everyone else.

"Seth- it- hurts!" The young mother-to-be gasped, tears in her eyes. "I know, my love. But it will not last long. You just have to keep calm and keep breathing." He smiled encouragingly, but there was worry behind his eyes.

"I- know. But- Nephthys- is- not- helping!" She gasped, managing an annoyed expression that made her husband smile. He sent a mental message to his own Ka- Reseph-Ari- to try to calm the dragon of the woman he loved. Within minutes, Kisara's migraine lessened, and she gave Seth a weak smile of gratitude.

Another minute passed, and none other than Dr. Hana Itonami walked into the room in full uniform. She smiled warmly at her dear friends, then helped Kisara shift into the 'lithotomy' position, putting her feet into specialized 'stirrups' attached to the bed. She gave Kisara another warm smile of encouragement and Kisara smiled back weakly, indicating that she was ready to do whatever the young woman told her to do.

"On my mark, you push and I'll pull. I can see that the baby's facing the right way already, so we don't have to worry about any complications there. You ready?" Hana asked, and Kisara nodded, her face dripping with sweat and her snow-white hair plastered to her head. "Okay. One- two- three- PUSH!"

Kisara pushed with all her might, exerting an incredible amount of force in attempting to get her baby out of her womb and through the birth canal. She nearly broke a few bones in Seth's hand, so hard was she squeezing it. He winced, but she didn't see it. Hana carefully did her part as one of her closest friends did hers, pushing their infant son or daughter out of her body.

"I can see its head!" Hana told them, and Seth looked relieved. "You're almost there, Kisara! Just a couple more good pushes! Ready? And- NOW!"

Kisara strained to push a second time with all her might, and this time succeeded in pushing the baby's head and shoulders out. She was breathing hard in heaving gasps, and Seth carefully brushed her hair out of her eyes- desperate to help in any way he possibly could.

"Once more, Kisara! It's almost out!" Hana encouraged. "With me! Three- two- one- GO!"

With a strained cry of pain, Kisara used her remaining strength to push the baby out, and- with immeasurable relief- felt the baby's feet leave the birth canal. She'd done it! The baby was out! She heard her newborn's first cries and smiled with immense joy at her beaming husband. The baby was okay, and sounded healthy!

Hana smiled in wonder at the tiny life that she now held in one arm as she carefully cut the umbilical cord from the baby's navel and cleaned off the area with a moist cloth. Then she cleared the blood and fluid from the baby's mouth and nose so it could breathe, and wiped off its face so the parents could see what their baby looked like. "Congratulations! It's a boy! A beautiful, healthy baby boy!"

Kisara's smile was so wide it was in danger of splitting her face in half. She sat up in the bed with Seth's help, and Hana carefully placed their newborn son into her arms. The family gazed upon their child in awed wonder, hardly believing their eyes at the miracle of life.

"He is so- tiny." Seth breathed, unable to speak above an awed whisper. He didn't want to wake up the newborn, who had fallen asleep after crying so loudly. "So- beautiful. My little prince."

"I guess Kefi and I were right after all, Seth." Kisara teased gently, still pretty exhausted from the birth. "It is a boy."

"Yeah, but Seth still gets his 'snow angel'." Hana put in, and the two parents looked up at her in confusion. "Look at his hair." She said with a smile.

"It- it is white." Kisara gasped. "Just like mine." Then she gasped again. Something was definitely not normal with their baby. "Ah, Hana? Is this supposed to be happening? Our baby is- am I seeing things, or is he glowing?"

Kisara was right. Their newborn son seemed to be surrounded by a soft white aura, though it wasn't nearly bright enough to hurt anyone's eyes. Seth closed his own eyes and reached deep within himself, accessing his magical senses and spreading them outward. He sent a gentle, benign magical probe out from himself, trying to sense what could be causing this anomaly in their son. What he discovered made him gasp.

"What is it, Seth? Is something wrong?" Kisara asked him fearfully, dreading the worst.

After a moment, her husband relaxed. "I did not mean to worry you. That was not a gasp of horror, but of wonder. I searched within our son and discovered something amazing. Our baby's Ka- is a dragon. None other than the Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon."

Hana's jaw dropped and her eyebrows disappeared into her bangs. "Seriously? That's incredible! And that would explain the aura. I guess it makes sense. Both of his parents have Blue-Eyes White Dragons as their Ka. It fits that he would have a dragon too." She answered, looking at the baby with newfound wonder to add to her already awestruck gaze. Then she suddenly straightened up. "Whoops. Nearly forgot. The rest of the family probably wants to meet their new nephew." And with that she walked over to the door and pulled it open, sticking her head into the hallway.

"You guys can come in now, but try to be quiet, the baby's asleep." She grinned, and everyone's faces lit up with joy and varying degrees of excitement. They all filed into the room and Hana closed the door behind them, walking to stand at the back of the room while the others crowded around Kisara's bed.

"He's beautiful!" Mokuba quietly exclaimed- beaming- and Kisara beamed back, feeling that she might burst with happiness. Akefia surprised everyone by putting a gentle hand on the baby's head, feeling the soft tufts of snow-white hair on his palm. "I couldn't have asked for a cuter nephew." He chuckled quietly, and everyone smirked in amusement. "Congratulations, Kisa. Seth."

The proud parents grinned at the former Thief King, and Seto smiled gently at his yami and sister-in-law. "Have you guys thought of a name?" He asked, and the couple looked at each other and smiled. "We have. We were brainstorming for weeks, even though we did not know if we would have a son or daughter. We came up with several names for both outcomes." Seth began.

"But then Seth thought of a name that fits this kid perfectly. Almost as if the gods themselves sent it to us in a vision of the future." Kisara beamed. "Seto, Kefi, Noah, Mokuba, Hana, allow me to introduce you to the newest member of our family, Ramses Kaiba."

The younger two boys' smiles grew wider in wonderment when they heard the name, and Seto nodded his approval. The young couple would choose a name like that, as they were both from Egypt- and the name 'Ramses' was about as Egyptian as one could get.

"My little prince." Seth breathed, putting a hand on his son's head. "Ramses."

Meanwhile- in the Dominion of the Beasts- Nephthys was busy licking her hatchling clean mere moments after his birth. She didn't want him to poke himself in the eye with a shard of his eggshell. The newborn dragon just cooed in appreciation as his mother cleaned him, looking around at his new surroundings and squeaking a 'hello' to his father, Reseph-Ari. The father dragon looked down at his young with immeasurable pride. Finally, he and his mate had a child of their own- a true, flesh-and-blood heir. While it was true that both Nephthys and Reseph-Ari saw young Ryushiro as a son, he was not related to both of them by blood. He was the Ka of Seth's descendant. But now they had a son of their own and a little brother for Ryushiro- or nephew from their Ba's perspective.

"What should we name him, my love?" Nephthys asked of her mate, whose proud smile at their offspring morphed into a look of deep contemplation.

"Usually it is up to the Ba to give a name to their Ka, if they so wish. But the Ba of our son is also a newborn. Even if he could understand what we would ask of him, we would not be able to understand his response." Reseph-Ari explained to the mother, his blue eyes still fixed on their baby.

Just then, Ryushiro walked up to the family. "Maybe- we'll have to wait a few years, until Ramses is old enough to understand." He suggested. "That's what happened with me. I too grew up alongside my Ba."

"Yes you did. I remember." Reseph-Ari recalled, finally tearing his gaze from the newborn and shifting it to his 'adopted' son. He grinned. "The both of you were so cute when you were little! And the both of you also shot up so fast! It seems like one day you did not even come up to my hip, and the next you were suddenly at eye-level with me!"

Ryushiro rumbled a laugh from deep in his chest. "Yeah. I remember that too. As my Ba would say, it was one doozy of a growth spurt." He grinned, showing most of his pearly-white teeth to the other dragon, who snorted at how silly he looked. Some human facial expressions did not translate well to a dragon's face. Being grinned at by a dragon could be either hilarious or disconcerting, but most often it was the latter- seeing that many sharp teeth.

The baby squeaked a 'hello' to his 'big brother' too, and Ryushiro rumbled a fond greeting in response- nuzzling his head gently against the baby's cheek. The baby hummed in response, inexplicably beginning to glow just like his Ba in the human world. Ryushiro's eyes widened at this surprising occurrence, but then he smiled again. So that's where Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon comes from. He's the offspring of two Blue-Eyes White Dragons. He thought to himself. [Where do BEWD babies come from, you may ask? No clue. Maybe Horahkty just creates them. *shrugs*]

Continuing to smile at the youngest member of their growing family, Ryushiro thought at the newborn- even though he might not understand, "Welcome to the family, little one. I'm Ryushiro, your 'big brother' and the Ka of your Ba's uncle, Seto Kaiba." He pointed a wing at the other two dragons, and the hatchling followed his movement- as if he did indeed understand what was happening. "This is Reseph-Ari- your father, and Nephthys- your mother. We're all so happy that you came into our lives." He thought at the young one, who squeaked cutely again in response- causing all three of the older dragons to smile.

Suddenly, a few nearby bushes rustled from around the glade where the family was greeting their newest member, and all three older dragons growled threateningly at whatever or whomever dared to disturb them. Reseph-Ari switched positions with Nephthys so that he was closest to the 'intruder'- and so that he could protect his mate, young and adopted son from this new threat. Growling protectively, he willed the beginnings of a 'White Lightning' attack to form between his jaws.

However, the being that stepped into the clearing was not an enemy as they had suspected, but akin to a distant family member. None other than Critias himself walked into view- appearing in his true, human form and grinning from ear-to-ear at the sight of the family of dragons.

"I thought I sensed a new power in the Dominion." Critias began, his wide grin stretching even wider with joy. He looked up with questioning eyes at the proud parents, asking humbly, "May I?" wanting to approach the young one so he could see him better. Nephthys and Reseph-Ari both nodded, and the father of the hatchling shifted out of the way so that his Ba's 'Brother in Time' could step closer to the nest.

Treading as carefully and quietly as he could- so as not to startle the baby- Critias walked right up to the infant and knelt beside him not two feet from his snout. Holding his hand out palm-up for the baby to sniff, Critias was showing the baby that he trusted it not to harm him, and also that he was not a threat- that the baby could trust him as well. The hatchling squeaked in curiosity as he slowly bent his head toward the proffered hand, sniffing gently and squeaking in greeting to this newcomer.

Critias' gray-blue eyes were shining with such love and happiness toward the youngest addition to his family that it looked like they were moist with tears. He beamed when the baby nuzzled his head against the hand that he'd sniffed, silently asking to be petted. Critias happily obliged, and the infant purred like a cat would- enjoying the attention.

"He is certainly very affectionate. But I cannot say I am surprised." Critias grinned up at the parents, who both raised scaly eyebrows. "Both of his parents are kindhearted, gentle souls whose hearts shine brightly with the light of love. That light can cut through any darkness, no matter how deep. This little one will grow up to be a great and mighty dragon someday, if he has you two- pardon, three- looking out for him and teaching him."

Reseph-Ari and Nephthys smiled in nostalgia as they both remembered what Seth had said to the Dark Priest at the temple of Ra so long ago in Egypt. Seth had imparted to the man who had been his father: 'That light that shines through this darkness is love!' Had Critias somehow been watching over them the whole time? Had he taken it upon himself to be a spiritual guardian to his sister's descendants, all the way down to his Chosen Duelist, Seto? Or was it simply an amazing coincidence? There seemed no other explanation why he would use that particular phrasing. In response to their confused looks, Critias winked- confirming their suspicions.

"I was watching over you." Critias answered. "I watched over all of you from the Dominion, even though I was trapped in crystal and could not do anything. If you remember, my eyes were closed when I was sealed. I may not have been able to do anything, but I was able to dream truly of the events in the human world. At least, those events concerning my family and their descendants."

Reseph-Ari nodded, and Ryushiro did too. That made sense. And it stood to reason that Critias would do something like that. He was always a noble Knight, watching over those he loved and doing everything in his power to protect them.

"Have you been to the human world yet, Critias?" Ryushiro asked mentally, and the Knight turned his gaze to him. "To meet this hatchling's Ba?"

"Not yet. I was just about to, though. I kinda wanted to see you guys first and meet your little dragon- since you guys live closer to me than they do." Critias winked, causing all three of the adult dragons to smile and nod. Putting a hand on the top of the baby's head, he whispered to the young dragon, "Grow up strong, young one. And listen to your family. They will lead you down the best path." Then he closed his eyes and disappeared with a flash of blue light, vanishing to the other mortal world to visit his Brothers in Time and their newest family member.

A few days later, Seth came to his hikari's study after dinner and knocked on the door-frame- announcing his presence.

"Come in." came a half-hearted reply as its speaker sighed.

"Greetings, hikari." Seth smiled, in a cheery mood. He had been on Cloud Nine ever since his son was born.

Seto sighed again in frustration and closed his laptop, fed up with the incompetence of some of his employees. He folded his hands and managed a forced smile for his other half. It wasn't fair to Seth if he took his ire out on him. "What can I help you with, Seth?" He asked semi-gently.

Seth smiled back, unaffected by his hikari's grumbly mood. "I now know what I wish to do with my life. I know that Kaibacorp. pays for all of this and that we are all well taken care of, but I want to do my part to help in any way I can."

Seto nodded in approval. Kisara had expressed a similar desire a few weeks ago, and Seto had hired her as his new personal secretary after the previous one had quit. She was to start her first day of work tomorrow.

"What'd you have in mind?" He asked, and his yami smiled again. "I wish to be an officer of the law. I feel that is the best way I can use my skills to protect my family and serve my community."

Seto raised his eyebrows in surprise, but then nodded. That sounded perfect for his other half. He smiled in spite of himself. "You'll need a driver's license. And special training. It's not one of those jobs that just anyone can do right off the bat."

"I know. I already filled out the forms to take some classes and to get a license. I just wanted to let you know so that you know what is happening with some disappearing funds." Seth laughed, and Seto smirked.

"Well, I appreciate the heads-up." Seto chuckled, his bad mood fading in light of Seth's sunny attitude. "And good luck. You're gonna need it."

"Thank you." Seth nodded, turning to return to his own study/bedroom. Just before he left the room, he looked back over his shoulder. "Perhaps you could find one of the 'old hands' that worked at Kaibacorp. before. To help you with your 'staffing issues'." He suggested casually, then he disappeared around the corner.

Seto frowned in thought for a moment, then pulled up a record of Kaibacorp.'s past employees under its previous CEO. He found a name that fit in the department he was looking for, and half-smiled at the serendipity of it all. This man had been hired by his biological father when he'd worked as the Head of Programming at the old Kaibacorp., and that was one of the few departments that had not changed much with the new direction of the company. The man had been fired on bogus charges, and Seto knew that Gozaburo had only been trying to cover up his murder of Seto's real father. [See 'Tragedy of the Past'.]

"He'll be perfect. If only he could sober up." Seto mused, studying the name. "But then, this may be just the cure he needs to get his life back on track. I owe Wheeler anyway. I've lost count of the times he's saved or helped to save my or Mokuba's life. The least I can do is offer his father a way to give his life purpose again."

With that, he began typing up a letter for the elder Mr. Wheeler to consider.

"'Ey, Dad. 'M home." Joey announced tiredly, having just returned from his third job. He flopped down on the couch across from his father in the easy chair.

"Dis is really unexpected, but ya got a letter, Dad." Joey announced with a raised eyebrow, flipping the envelope over to his sire- where it landed neatly in the man's lap.

John Wheeler gave his son a raised eyebrow of his own at the stunt, but then shrugged when the boy grinned. Picking up the missive, John frowned in surprise when he spotted the return address.

"I haven' seen one a' these since-" The man began, but broke off when he noticed Joey looking at him. "Why would you get a letter from Kaiba, Dad? Ya weren't drivin' again, were ya?" He asked carefully, worried the letter was a lawsuit they couldn't afford to pay.

"No. It's nuthin' like that." John assured his son. "I- I used ta work there. Before."

This surprised Joey so much that his jaw dropped. "Before Kaib- ah, Seto took over?"

John nodded. "I actually worked in Programming under 'is father. His real father." He clarified. "But den Gozaburo fired me when my boss was murdered, 'cuz I knew too much." He growled.

"Is dat why ya started drinkin'?" Joey asked- completely serious now- and somewhat sympathetic. His dad wasn't as much of a loser as he'd thought.

"Yeah. Th' guy was a close friend a' mine. When I heard what happened to 'im an' his boys, I was happy ta get out from under dat monster. Then th' murderer had da guts ta blacklist me, ta keep my mouth shut. I'd say 'e got 'is just desserts in th' end, tho." He growled again, twisting around his beer bottle in one hand.

"Ya got dat right." Joey growled back. Then he looked at the letter again. "Ya tink Kaiba's givin' ya yer job back? I mean, 's pretty much da same kinda stuff, right?"

"Yeah. It is." John answered distractedly, opening the letter and unfolding it- scanning the print carefully. His graying eyebrows disappeared into his lighter blond bangs, and he inhaled in a slow gasp. "You were right, Joey." He breathed.

Joey grinned. "Well, yer gonna hafta sober up if ya wanna work fer Kaiba. He dun' tolerate drunkards."

John nodded seriously, standing up and tossing his empty beer bottle into the recycle bin like a basketball. "A'ready workin' on it, boy." He smirked, the first real smile Joey Wheeler had seen from his father since he was six.

-Some time later-

"Oh, also I've got kinda a big bomb ta drop on ya, Pops." Joey added after Mr. Wheeler sent a reply letter accepting the position.

"Oh yeah? An' what's dat, son?" John asked, sitting back down in his armchair. After the news he'd received today, he didn't think anything more could surprise him.

"I've asked Mai ta marry me." Joey said- completely straight-faced- but then snickered when his dad spit out his water and tonic.

"WHAT?! Ya mean dat hot duelist gal who got fourth in dat 'Duelist Kingdom' tournament an' sixth in Kaiba's 'Battle City' one?"

"Yep. Mai Valentine." Joey answered, and John leaned back in his chair. "Dang, son." was all he had to say, and Joey smirked.

"Dat's another reason fer ya ta sober up. Mai's a lady, an' I want you ta be a part a' my life, Dad. But ya gotta be sober if ya wanna spend any kinda time wid da grandkids." Joey grinned.

John got a 'deer-in-the-headlights' look again. "You're not sayin'-"

Joey backpedaled so fast he nearly jumped out of his skin. "NO! No way, Dad! I meant in da future. After we get hitched."

John breathed a sigh of relief as he flopped back down in his favorite comfy armchair. "Had me scared fer a minute dere, boy. I know I didn' do th' best job a' raisin' ya, but I'm glad ya know that much."

Joey nodded. "I'd never do dat ta Mai. She's-"

John nodded back understandingly. "She's ta you what yer Ma was ta me." He interrupted. "Still is, come ta think of it." He got pensive after that. "I haven' spoken ta her in years. What kinda an a$$ am I? No wonder yer embarrassed ta call dis place home. It's a mess. I'm a mess. My whole world's a mess 'cept fer you an' yer sister." He sighed heavily, dropping his face into his hands.

Joey felt extremely awkward now. He hadn't thought his father cared about much of anything anymore, but that wasn't true. He cared about his family just as much as- if not more than- Joey himself did. Guess dat's where I get my passion from. My dad. He thought to himself.

"Well, tanks ta Kaiba, now ya can pull yer life outta dis rut an' get it back on track." Joey grinned and clapped a hand on his father's shoulder. John jumped a little, but then relaxed again.

"Yeah. Yer right, Joey." John smiled. "Seto's turnin' out ta be more like 'is father ev'ry day. I look at 'im in da paper or on TV, an' I see my best friend- smilin' back at me."

Hours later- when most of Domino had gone to bed- Seto Kaiba was flying high above the streets of the city he called home, just to let off some steam. It had been more stressful than necessary telling one of his programmers that his incompetence was no longer tolerable. The man actually had the audacity to throw a punch at his ex-employer before being forcibly expelled from the premises by Roland and his security team. Seto had caught the man's fist before it came anywhere near his face- so he wasn't hurt at all- but he still felt bad for the man.

-Flashback-

"I actually kinda deserved a sock in the jaw. I probably could've handled that better. More gently at least." He confessed to Roland after the man was removed.

"Not true, sir. Mr. Tanaka was embezzling funds from the company, which would account for his shoddy workmanship as well. Your actions were completely justified." The Head of Security imparted. "Master Noah discovered him this morning." He explained as his boss looked at him quizzically.

Seto raised both eyebrows in surprise, but then smirked. Having a robot for a stepbrother did have its perks.

-End Flashback-

Seto alighted on a skyscraper roof that overlooked the entire city. He breathed a sigh of near-contentment in the crisp night air, but then he heard something crash and a woman scream. He gasped and immediately dove into action, racing for the center of downtown Domino.

Arriving on the scene, he spotted the cause of the commotion. A helicopter had landed badly on the roof of the local newspaper high-rise and was about to fall over the edge, taking its pilot with it.

Seto flew as fast as he could to the roof of the building, but wasn't fast enough to grab the copter before it fell off the ledge. He growled in annoyance as he threw himself into a dive to catch the vehicle- hopefully before it crashed into Main Street. The pilot was thrown from the cockpit and was now falling slightly above it, injured slightly but conscious.

The man braced himself for the impact that would splatter him like Jell-O on the concrete, but it never came. He felt a bit of pressure around his ribcage, felt a scaly and plated arm around his torso and heard the fwap- fwap- of wings close to his ear. Daring to open his eyes, he was shocked to find that a masked, be-winged hero had caught him in midair with one hand and held up the helicopter in the other.

"Wow." The man quipped. "Domino's personal Superman."

The hero laughed at that as he set the man's feet on the solid ground, then lowered the vehicle down to the asphalt road. Everyone around them was applauding raucously, and the hero just grinned and saluted before taking off.

Or at least, that was the plan. A shot rang out from among the cheers, and Seto felt something small and roundish crumple against and bounce off his back just between his wing joints.

Quicker than the human eye could see, Seto appeared before the shooter and wrested the gun from his grip, crushing it in his hand. "Cut it out." He growled. "That tickles." Though the words were jovial, there was no humor in the hero's tone, only righteous fury. It hadn't hurt him one bit, but the bullet could have ricocheted and hurt an innocent bystander.

"Got any more bright ideas, genius?" He asked the man, and Tanaka shook his head vigorously.

"Good. Then we'll just have to add attempted murder to your theft charges." Seto growled again, and the man's eyes widened fearfully. "I never expected you'd go this far. Really, Tanaka. What will your family think?"

"Yer no hero. Yer a monster!" He roared, aiming another punch at his former boss' face. Seto just rolled his eyes, ducked, then decked him himself- growling a third time, "That's for the name-calling."

The crowd clapped again as Tanaka was taken away and Ryushiro flew off to return to his home, taking the long way both to clear his head and to discourage any on his trail- to keep his secret identity safe.

Landing on the back porch, Seto transformed his dragon wings into a cape once again and the rest of his scales and plates into armor. Removing every piece and stuffing them into a duffel bag, he neatly folded his cape and set it atop the other pieces and zipped the bag shut. Then he opened the door and walked into the warmth of his house.

To his surprise, he found that Noah had been waiting for him in the living room, sitting in his armchair. The boy-robot stood to his feet when Seto entered the house, then smiled. "Welcome home, Nii-san."

"Aren't you supposed to be in Sleep Mode by now?" Seto grinned by way of greeting. "It's pretty late."

"I know, but I wanted to ask you something when nobody else was around. It's kinda personal." The boy replied, looking at his socks and shuffling his feet awkwardly.

Seto raised an eyebrow, curious. "Okay, shoot. What's on your mind?" He asked, and the true Kaiba heir shifted his weight from one leg to the other uncomfortably.

"I wanna find- Could you- help me find-" He began, but broke off to find the right words. Not to mention his suddenly absent courage. Finally he nodded.

"I need to know what happened to my mother."

End of Chapter 3

Next chapter teaser: Family

Yep. Evil cliffie again. I can't help it, they're too tempting! Just like chocolate-covered cherries. Mmm!

Wouldn't a baby Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon be so cute? Yeah, now I want one! And we get a cute moment between the dragon family and the youngest Legendary Knight. D'aww!

Like I said in the chapter, I made that up with Seto's real father and Joey's dad being friends with him. If you wanna read the whole story, look up 'Tragedy of the Past' on my profile page. Just a short one-shot.

Ryushiro(the hero) is getting pretty famous around Domino, isn't he? That's two saves now. Nice job, hero!

Hey, you know what else is tempting for an author like me? Reviews! Especially those Long Johns with lots of Constructive Criticism sprinkles on top! Come on, send a few of those delicacies my way! You know you want to! Of course, short, sweet little eclairs are fine too. I gobble those up like popcorn. Yummy!

However, I normally can't stand those Fireball-flavored flames. Most of the time they're cheaply made and don't contain any useful material at all. If you would be so kind as to keep those to yourselves, I would be most grateful.

Welp, until next chapter! Bye!

God Bless!

Tsunami Storm