Author's Note; The final chapter…thank you to everyone who has read "Time After Time", whether you reviewed or not, it's the reading that counts and the reviews are from some seriously sound people; so go read their work now!! Anyhow, this entire fic was based on a song of the same name, and I'll probably quote some of the lyrics at the end as they tie in…but plees enjoy th last chapter and tell me what you thought of the fic overall. XxxxxX

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Cold…that was how she had felt in his arms and was the exact same sensation Seto was now feeling as he stood out in the huge private garden of the Kaiba Mansion…amazing how the two feelings totally contrasted with each other; when she'd been in his arms, the cold had been empty, lifeless and possibly despairing but now, as Jazira babbled away and began pulling at the "KC" pin on his white trench coat, the cold was only superficial of the wind that was blowing eerily around them.

A week…had it seriously been that long already? They had returned to a Mansion full of Yugi and his dweebs, aswell as his more trusted staff. Roland, who had stuck by him through thick and thin, had done it yet again…if it wasn't for that loyal man, it could have all come crumbling down around him. He'd taken the helm of the publicity side of things and had appeared at innumerable press conferences as people worldwide go wind of Seto now becoming a single father…questions flew every which way as everyone wanted to know the answer to the Earth's most popular question; what had happened to young Kisara Hirotsh? Thanks to Roland they had been supplied with an alibi that'd also included Denian's thinking; Kisara had suffered a severe infection that had led to heart attack…the papers had lapped it up and now there was a world-wide campaign about sudden heart conditions…at least some good had come out of it; to further cement the story, KaibaCorp had donated ten million dollars to the World Heart Foundation and Cancer Society for good measure…the money would be made back in an afternoon, but that didn't really matter.

Mokuba hadn't taken it all too well and had stayed in his room for the first couple of days…refusing to come out even to his older brother. That girl, Tea, he'd always thought of her as a perky goody-little-two shoes Mary-Sue…but she'd relentlessly stayed at Mokuba's door, talking to the lad until he had eventually come out; and for that Seto would always be grateful, for if Mokuba couldn't talk to him, at least he now knew there were others. Over the last seven days Yugi's gang had climbed in his books from dweebs to maybe even possible friends as they had helped around and Wheeler had even defended him! There had been one particular reporter adamant about blackening his name about Kisara's death and even accused Seto of having something to do with…well, Joey had dived right in there and defended Kaiba till the last word…shocker.

The Marthui had grown in numbers as cowardly Aralanti tried to atone for their wrongs…but things weren't all well; Denian had soon informed him that the amount of Aralanti that had joined their side, added to the gang he had killed in the cavern didn't even amount to half of the clan; there were others out there, still plotting and would probably target Jazira. The war was far from over as they knew the remaining Aralanti would try to resurrect the Dark One yet again…and that Jazira would be their primary target…So the defence spells remained erected around the grounds of the Mansion, as the Marthui and Tombkeepers set about tracking some Aralanti members and gearing themselves up for another blood-feud.

Jazira…she would have to be told someday, Kisara had requested that in her letter…but now she had to contend with possible assassination threats. He looked down at the infant held in his arm and, despite himself, laughed lightly; the child was adorable with her impossibly deep sapphire-cobalt eyes and her velvety-soft deep chestnut hair, the same shade as his own…her skin though was a gentle sallow colour, illustrating her Egyptian heritage.

With a sigh that was much older than his twenty years, Seto cast a glance at the headstone that was now embedded in the ground, a white marble surround cordoning off the grave as countless bouquets of flowers and other tributes decorated the ground around it…the Marthui had brought them, along with the Tombkeepers and Yugi's gang…he looked to the little picture fixed into the beautiful stonework; it had been taken about three days after Jazira's birth and consisted of him, Kisara and their daughter. Whoever took it had timed their shot well as he remembered the day in question; Saheed had grabbed one of the clean nappies and flung it at his twin, who had been utterly repulsed and then they'd jumped on top of one another and begun calling each other the foulest names under the sun…everyone had just looked on and laughed as eyes had fallen upon Denian, expecting him to break up the duo, but the eldest of the Hirotsh boys had just shaken his head and joined in with the laughing…the picture had been taken as Kisara had sat on an armchair, Jazira in her arms and he'd been leaning over the back, looking down at his daughter…the first nappy had been thrown and they had looked up, laughing. And that was the moment the camera had caught forever…immobilized in this morbid grave marker for eternity…but they had been happy. He had to admit though, all his fellow CEOs had been supportive, taking on conferences on his behalf and emailing any changes in the markets…one in particular had been a great help; a man from France called Jerohn Doujarent, maybe he'd thank this man personally when things settled down, as for now the French businessman was aiding KaibaCorp in the stocks markets a lot and it was much-appreciated.

"Sir, the financial strategist just called, she wants to know if it would be okay to come by and discuss the year's tax ratings at four?"

Roland was by his side, amazing how the world just carried on like that when it had just loss such an amazing individual…but it did and it would continue to do so, but he'd learned something in the last couple of months and that was something he would hold onto forever; some things were more important than work by far- he'd just lost the love of his life and though his body might be able to function on auto-pilot and save grieving for a later date, Mokuba's wasn't and Jazira had definitely been spending way too long with her Nanny as of late; he was her father and wasn't about to have his daughter raised by some hired help.

"No Roland, could you ring her back and tell her I'm busy? I'm spending some time with my family today."

"Yes sir."

From where she stood behind her own gave marker, the ghostly shroud of the afterlife masking her from the vision of her loved ones, Kisara Hirotsh smiled a triumphant smile as a tear raced down her cheek…Seto Kaiba…since the age of twelve he'd been moulded into a near non-human business tycoon and for eight years he'd remained as such, but now it looked as if, even though she wasn't there, Kisara had finally managed to get him back on track…being a father and big brother came before KaibaCorp from now on and, as he watched over Mokuba and Jazira, she would watch over him.

If you fall, I will catch you

Time after time,

And I will be waiting,

Time after time.

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The sequel "If You Fall, I Will Catch You" is already started and I'll post the first chapter now, so there shouldn't be any wait if you want to read that aswell!!