Auhtor's Note; Few more chappies and that's it...the supports been phenomanal ppls! Luvs ye!! XxxxX

As she clasped her right hand to her chest, Kisara closed her eyes and bowed her head…she had been six years of age…that had been the first and last time the mighty creature had been summoned and now it was time for its belated return…or its encore.

"You were rather foolish to come here, my love…"

Though taunting in the very least, the girl blocked out her former-fiancé's words and concentrate on what she knew would end this…the White Dragon. They were back in the old base; she'd known this large, underground tavern all her life and it had been the only home she'd ever had…in comparison to the orphanage and now to where her daughter would grow up, it was like a prison, as was the name "Aralanti"…too many years she'd been cursed to carry that name. The blue energy rose into the air and hovered, indecipherable for a second or two before the legendary creature took its form and let out its trademark roar whilst releasing the powerful White Lightening attack straight at Zorc, whom was standing to the fore of Bakura.

That roar…he'd heard it on countless occasions…but not like this…this eerie noise hadn't been his virtual software; that roar had been from a living, breathing Blue-Eyes. Seto sat up in the double bed quite suddenly, having been woken by a particularly violent start as the noise resounded within his mind. His brain was trying to process why he'd just heard the trademark Dragon roar, the same roar that'd just woken him from sleep; it was almost twenty-past seven in the morning…but the other side of the bed had been tossed slightly by her climbing out almost a half-an-hour ago at this stage. A sealed envelope lay atop his locker, so, with immeasurable dread, the young man picked it up and read it…penned in his girlfriend's slightly untidy handwriting…which they'd so often made fun of whilst in the orphanage as children.

Seto,

I'm so, so sorry to have to do this to you, but I needed to end this before he seriously caused some damage. Me changing back to what I now look like was the first sign. I just wanted you to know that since I got back in touch with you my life's been the pole opposite to what I used to have…and my time as yours has definitely been my most prized…I love you so much you don't even know…I'm sorry to be leaving you alone, you will look after Jazira, won't you? And please let her know what happened me when she'd old enough, and make sure Saheed and Daknar don't teach her how to curse or she'll end up as screwed-up as me! Tell Mokey I said goodbye…I'm always gonna love you…and I'll be looking over all of you…

Kisara XxxxX"

"Get it together guys, c'mon! Twits, you two stay put-"

"Nu-uh, she's our cousin too!"

Denian smirked as he heard the stereo unison of their voices responding as one…there were Marthui running every which way along with Tombkeepers as Ishizu commanded her own family.

"I'm coming."

The Egyptian woman, head of the Tombkeepers, turned and shook her head, opening her mouth to adamantly protest, but Denian eyed Kaiba…knowing if he came or stayed, the same thing would happen. Somewhere over the past couple of months, the two young men had found some common ground and were now fairly civil with each other, whereas Daknar just lived to insult and slag Seto. Denian and Kaiba locked gazes and stared at each other for a heartbeat, before Denian nodded his head.

"Okay then."

Ishizu looked up at him, incredulous; it was her responsibility as the leader of the Tombkeepers to ensure Seto Kaiba's safety as heir of her country and here was brave Mr. Hirotsh inviting him to walk into the Aralanti base! She took a breath and spoke with a tone that was both indignant and slightly angry, glaring daggers at the youth whom had become her lover.

"Denian, he's not your charge-"

"No, he's not, but he's my goddaughter's father and my cousin's boyfriend…or whatever he is; Kisara loves him and that gives me a say in the conversation too, Ishtar."

She was cut across by the eldest of the Hirotshs, who bowed his head slightly and spoke in a low voice, his mouth level with her ear as he said his piece, lightly kissing her on the cheek when he'd finished his say, so as to get back in her good books.

"Trouble in paradise- owww!"

Saheed grimaced as Herani thumped him, whilst Kayreena walked in with Jazira, who was contently drinking from her bottle, the young woman had become somewhat of a surrogate mother to the child when needed. As the infant's babbling was heard, all in the large, second living room (the other's still busted-up) seemingly smirked collectively and eyed the child with an affectionate gaze…all trouble seemed to dissipate as they gazed at the baby…Saheed sat on the sofa and crossed his legs in front of him, speaking in a genuinely sincere voice.

"I want my Mom…"

Daknar, who laughed at his brother's comment, interrupted the silence of the pretty full living room.

"Haha! We've got a load of soppy assassins, a rich prick, a love-struck leader and an Egyptian looking for his fucking Mummy! We're so screwed!"

A second or two of silence before anyone realized the smartness in his words…Mummy…nice pun on words there from the cheekier of the twins. As the laughter rang round the room, Denian nodded his head, smiling as he allowed the "love-struck" comment to slide…hoping Seto would ignore the "rich prick" one, but people were still laughing as Daknar held out his arms rigidly and groaned to the effect of mimicking the bound corpse of a mummy.

But then Denian sighed and stood, raising a hand and shaking his head with reluctance as the black misty window appeared…the other Marthui followed suit and copied him whilst the Tombkeepers looked on, all allies in this raging war; about time it came to an end and that end would only come at the highest of prices.

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