Author's Note; Hallooo ppls!! How is ye? The fic goes as far as here nd then BRICK-FUCKING-WALL- Writer's Block...any suggestions out there? huh?huh?huh?huh?

It was about seven that night when Saheed and Daknar decided to drag their brother back to the base, unsure if he really was passed out or just sleeping… As the huge mansion emptied of the people that had plagued it since the early hours, Kisara breathed a sigh of relief…thankful of the powerful defence spells now enclosing the grounds; she knew she could trust Denian's work.

"I'm not gonna let you have the same life as me…"

She spoke this lowly as she leaned against the railing of the cot in room that'd been converted into a nursery, watching Jazira as she stirred in her peaceful and oblivious sleep. As the young mother said these words, she surreptitiously flicked back her long ebony hair…a mark of her burden…knowing that the white scars on her neck were now visible, and casting a glance at her wrists, where the white marks were still contrasting against her tanned skin…even after twelve years; her harrowing torture still marred the girl. Six years old…white hair and sapphire eyes, complimented by porcelain skin; Kisara Hirotsh had been special from birth, marked not only by her tradition-breaking gender, but also by her legendary appearance…but with such a momentous child, had come great pressure for Aknu and Salari.

Kisara could remember her father, Aknu, with the trademark blue-grey eyes of the Hirotsh family, and hazel hair…her mother, Salari, had been a picture of beauty; long dark red, almost burgundy tresses of hair that cascaded in a glossy torrent well past her waist and captivating emerald eyes that seemed to sparkle as though they were cut of the precious gem itself. Aknu had deeply despised the treating of women amidst the clan and had never treated his wife with such audacity…he had delighted in the birth of his daughter and had known the danger she would be cast into as the reincarnation of the Aralanti prophet; Kisara………they had been unable to stop the rituals from taking place when she was six…the small girl had been forcefully take from her parents and painfully shackled to the sacrificial table whilst various elders had chanted the ancient spells…summoning Zorc's spirit to the underground cavern and offering the tiny girl as his vessel…thereby splitting her soul into two; the legendary White Dragon, the epiphany of pure light, and Zorc, the very essence of uttermost evil…subsequently causing her pure complexion to turn the tanned norm of Egypt, her oceanic eyes to take on their opposite brown hue and her beautiful transparent locks to adopt a pure black colour.

The parents had fled with the girl soon after that, but had only made it a fortnight before being hunted down by their own family and killed…but the much-needed child had slipped through the cracks under her alias, Kari, and it took them almost three years to locate her in a Japanese orphanage and take the nine-year-old back to the sands of Egypt, where her prodigious cousin, Denian, trained her in combat and magical use.

"She's asleep."

Kisara breathed this as she walked into Seto's room, then paused at the door, thoughts elsewhere as she thought back over the rapid changes her life had been subject to throughout the last nine or ten months.

"I am sorry, you know…"

"I do know."

In that second, as he stood, towering over her, staring down with those cobalt eyes that their daughter also sported and smirking an enigmatic smile, the eighteen-year-old knew things between her and Seto were back on track…

"Please don't ever let Jazira go through what I've had to…"

As she pleaded this, eyes shining with protective tears, Seto's brow furrowed slightly as he lightly held the young woman he considered so much more than a girlfriend, despite past happenings.

"Why would you say it like that? You're not going anywhere."

"Just promise me Seto…please?"

"I promise, Kisara."

With that, she felt his lips against hers and welcomed the kiss, thinking back to the first night she'd shared a kiss with her childhood friend…he hadn't known about any aspect of her life…maybe things were better as Kisara, instead of using Kari to hide?

"I heard Denian is with Ishizu."

As he spoke this, the young woman half-laughed.

"Good for him…he's gonna have fun with Saheed and Daknar…"

That night, as she lay in Seto's embrace, Kisara lived for the moment; discarding what she knew would be eventual in this battle of five millennia.

A month later.

"You okay?"

It was Yugi who asked this as the black-haired girl laid the now-sleeping Jazira down into her pram…she didn't look so well.

"Yeah…just a bit faint, that's all."

"Sit down before you fall down, cus!"

Though he meant it as a smart comment, Daknar also frowned slightly; that Yugi lad was right, his cousin didn't look too well as she swayed slightly. As Ishizu elbowed him lightly and indicated the girl, Denian stopped what he was doing with the Marthui and looked to her worriedly.

"Kisara?"

As she heard his voice, the eighteen-year-old became aware of how it seemed a lot further away than usual. She closed her eyes and held onto the handle of the pram in a bid to stop herself from fainting…but felt the unnerving sensation of momentary weightlessness as she slipped from the plain of consciousness.

"Whoa!"

Tristan, being the closest, was the one to catch her limp frame as it fell sideways.

"Move! Now!"

The youth laid the girl on the floor and hastily stepped away as Denian shouted this; over the last month or two, he'd learnt to abide by whatever the Egyptians said. The twenty-two year old walked over and knelt…he knew what was going on as her hair drained of its colour and skin became paler. Saheed looked to his twin as Daknar looked to him, they also knew, then the duo the spoke lowly in stereo unison.

"Oh…crap!"

"Get everyone out, and someone get on a phone to Kaiba, now!"

As Kayreena removed baby Jazira from the room, in which her mother now lay on the floor, breathing deeply, Denian knew there was little he could do if Bakura was the one causing this…and that much he was certain of. It was only another twenty seconds or so before the red glow began to emanate and shot upwards, away from the now limp girl…it hovered in the air above her as it took its form; Zorc. Being controlled by that white-haired, violet-eyed young man, and also being influenced by him…it didn't take Zorc long to lock onto a target.

"Denian!"

"Hold it! We just got him back on track; you die and he's gonna be all depressed again!"

Daknar said this as he caught Ishizu and pulled her backwards, wincing as his older brother was thrown full-force out one of the bay windows. As Zorc seemingly turned towards them, Saheed stood by his twin, who handed Ishizu to her brothers, then the duo did the only thing that made sense; they summoned their Ka and combined it…knowing that Rabid Horseman wouldn't stand a chance against this aberration………

As it dissipated into thin air, the two owners of the defeated Ka's landed heavily on the floor…but it seemed to gave worked; Zorc had disappeared to wherever Bakura had summoned him…leaving the Hirotsh family in a state; Denian outside, having been blasted through a window, Daknar and Saheed unconscious on the floor of the foyer and Kisara lying limp in the living room…white-haired, blue-eyed and porcelain-skinned.

a/n-did u like dis chptr? Any ideas for the plot- I already know the ending- but I have no way of getting to it with Writer's Block...C yas XxxxxX!!