Author's Note; (Sniff, sniff) Time After Time is drawing to an end ppls! And you've been the best fans I could ask for! I already have the next chappie typed up and there should be another two or three chappies after this one...but then it's over! There will be a sequal and it's gonna be called "If You Fall, I Will Catch You", so keep ur eyes opened for it!! So on with this chappie...only another two or three! XxxxxX

He was in the middle of a worldwide press conference when the phone blared to life via its shrill, business-like ringtone…seven billion people watching across four different continents and now someone decided to call him. As ever, taking it in his stride, Seto flashed the watching cameras a tired smirk and threw the mobile to Roland, whilst turning back to the sea of hundreds upon hundreds of reporters and news crews, listening at the latest question aimed his way as the ever-trustful Roland answered the mobile on his employer's behalf.

Mr. Kaiba, is it true that you are now a father?

Split-second hesitation as his exceptionally sharp mind ran through answer already in his mind, smiling inwardly as he visualised his beautiful daughter, and then a nod of his hazel head.

"Yes, she's a month old now."

What's her name?

"Jazira Kaiba."

That doesn't sound Japanese, of what origins is the name?

"Egyptian…Jazira's mother is Egyptian."

Nobody asked any questions concerning Kisara Hirotsh, as the identity of his girlfriend had been the first topic to be covered in this extensive large-scale interview. A hush fell upon the huge crowd as Roland walked up to his young boss and spoke in the youth's ear.

"Something's happened at the mansion…you're needed, I'll handle this."

"Thanks Roland."

"Yes sir."

The man nodded as the twenty-year-old departed the podium. Seto Kaiba; he'd seen that lad progress from adoption at the age of twelve, through to taking over and forcing Gozaburo out of office…and now that young man had a family, not intended, but all the same he seemed happier than he ever had in all those years…it seemed that his disaster of a childhood had now been forgotten and with that had emerged the real Seto, the one that had been suppressed by his step-father and the pressure of taking care of Mokuba and running the business…now that real person had emerged. And as the head of the KaibaCorp security team, Roland, was happy for the youth; that young woman, Kisara, she was a good kid…in the last month or so, he'd been informed of everything…the Aralanti, the attempted assassinations, the Marthui, Tombkeepers…Seto and Mokuba being the heirs to the Egyptian throne and now of the plight upon the shoulders of Kisara and baby Jazira; given half a chance, the Aralanti would kill them. Still, he cleared his throat and faced the oncoming barrage of questions.

"Ugh…"

Denian winced as someone pressed a tea towel filled with crushed ice against his swollen left cheek, where an angry red gash had opened up and a thin rivulet of blood ran to his chin because of it. He was sitting on the floor of the living room, back against the wall and the young man couldn't quite remember how he had been dragged from outside…he remembered lying in the glass shards and blacking out, but that was it. Saheed and Daknar were only now coming to…the idiots knew they could have been killed by that monster when they summoned their own Ka.

"Hey, you!"

Suddenly, as he saw the person, the twenty-two year old was on his feet and had someone pinned against the wall, anger burning as he knew what would now happen his cousin. Shadi merely surveyed the youth with an air of lamenting.

"You were not this violent in the past, Mahad."

An image flashed before his eyes, but the leader of the Marthui was in no mood for a trip down memory-fucking-lane as he shoved the other man up against the wall with new vigour. As Takhar and a few others glanced over, ready to break up the fight, Denian lowered his voice, so as only the man he remembered as Shada could hear him.

"If the White Dragon comes out now…she'll die, won't she?"

Though mad, it was apparent to hear the fearful tinge to his voice as he asked the query, to which Shadi responded by a regretful nod of his own head.

She looked completely different; pale skin, white hair that seemed to turn a captivating blue hue with the aid of the smallest shade…and her eyes; they were the most striking aspect of her new look…yet, despite all this; she was still Kisara, which was overly-evident by her reaction to her visual transformation; the only thing he'd been told was that Zorc no longer resided within her…which the young father presumed was a relief.

"I don't think she inherited my looks anyway…"

Kisara raised a now-white eyebrow as she stated this with a smile thrown in his direction. Despite the odd occurrences, Seto couldn't help but smirk despite himself as Jazira rolled over in her cot, sound asleep that night as her mother stood over the infant-bed, speaking to him. He'd arrived to find the living room in pieces, to which Denian held up his hand and declared that being thrown through bay windows hurt a lot and was not fun. Denian for one, knew what would happen next and that nothing could be done about it…Kisara also knew it, even if the others didn't and she was adamant to enjoy herself whilst she could.

"How the hell can you be so joking when you look the exact opposite to what you did this morning?"

"It's not all about looks, Seto…"

He chuckled as her arm was felt around his neck, a tantalizing smirk across her face as the duo exited their slumbering daughter's room.

Up…down…up…down…he breathed heavily as his chest lifted her up and down again, the same with every breath as the eighteen-year-old rested her slim frame atop his, sweat-drenched and panting as Seto pulled the duvet up over them, wrapping an arm around her naked form and holding the girl he knew he loved close to him…letting exhaustion take them over and falling into a blissful, enveloping sleep.

Her now-sapphire eyes opened at seven o'clock the next morning and Kisara Hirotsh slid out of her boyfriend's glorious embrace as she deftly climbed out of the bed, lightly kissing his brow as she knew she wouldn't be returning from this; that's why she had changed back to her birth-given looks yesterday…

"I'm so sorry Seto…take care of Jazira."

As soon as she was outside the imposing fences of what would become her daughter's home, Kisara raised a hand and summoned one of the misty, black windows…knowing exactly where to travel to. As she stepped through it, the young mother could already hear Bakura laughing quite sadistically on the other side.

Falling…falling…then a sudden, violent jolt as he woke with an unpleasant start. As it was nearing Christmas time, the long evenings and mornings were obvious as it was almost ten-past-seven in the morning and still pitch-black outside…yet something didn't seem right, at all. Denian looked to where Ishizu was asleep beside him and out of the blue, an image of a brilliant, white-blue blast of pure energy raced white-hot across his mind and he knew it…he knew she had gone. Just cos this was the end, didn't mean she had to do it alone…so he stood from the bed and set about pulling on his clothing, blinking as Ishizu's emerald eyes looked up at him.

"I'm coming too."

"Nu-uh, Hirotsh fight, not yours-"

"Denian! When are you going to realize you don't have to do everything alone? Your brothers are still weak and you can't possibly defeat him!"

"How-"

"I'll get my family ready, you get yours."

And she was up, dressed in record-speed and out the door…leaving him with no time to argue or even request she stay put.

a/n- did u like dis chptr? Plees review ppls as this fic will be ending soon...only another two or three chappies left in me...wahahahahah! C yas! XxxxX