Author's Note: Hello again folks! Now all of these oneshots can be read individually and are technically independent of each other, but I struggled with the prompts for Day 4 so I cheated a small bit. This oneshot is inspired by the prompts "Ten Years From Now" and "Once In A Lifetime" but it can also be read as the Part II to the earlier chapter "Hero" - this is Kaiba's side of the same story. I hope you like it!

Some things only ever happened once, or only had the chance to happen once.

Mokuba's move to the United States had been one of those things. With late adolescence had come with it a request to attend university in the far away USA. Complete and utter denial had given way to a begrudging acceptance and Seto had conceded that his little brother had to live his own life out of the shadow of KaibaCorp.

So at nineteen, Mokuba had upped and relocated to California to study a concoction of major subjects that he promised would aid KaibaCorp in the long-run. It had all happened in maybe three days; Seto knew if he thought it over too much, then he would have never let the kid go. It was then or never.

And Mokuba had taken it all in his stride, reappearing home every end of term to keep his brother updated. Once and only once had the youth appeared in the American media; a drunken video taken at a party. After that hit the newspapers, the younger Kaiba brother had remained squeaky-clean and excelled at his studies.

Four years had passed in a blur and Mokuba had arrived back in Japan full of ideas, taking control of KaibaCorp's media team with a barrage of new ideas and a fiancée on his arm too.

Surveying the bustling room before him, Seto Kaiba tried to keep tabs on the main players. This function was an annual humdrum bore that he swore he would cancel every year. Share-holders and fellow corporate moguls fussed around the room under the pretence of keeping up business relations and being friendly. In truth, they were all two-faced and merely wanted to be sure they knew of every little happening with each other's companies.

Rebecca smiled across the room at him and Seto returned the greeting. Hawkins had grown into every inch the genius her precocious childhood-self had promised. And KaibaCorp's newly-launched satellite would have been languishing another two years in developmental hell had it not been for his future sister-in-law and her invaluable input.

Seeing one of the more annoying share-holders lingering close by, Seto tactfully changed direction and made for the bar; he was going to need a supply of alcohol to make it through tonight without losing his patience at some annoying nobody.

Still, if Pegasus' tip-off about a new game development in the pipeline paid off, KaibaCorp would be reaping in the profits before the new financial year. He just had to find the women in charge of this new project and cement the details before any third party got wind of the promising game plot. Seeing Mokuba already at the bar and conversing with one of the ladies and her husband, Seto smirked; trust his little brother to be one step ahead.

But a chance like this only came along once. The ratifying of Duel Monsters from a dull table-top game and into a hyper-realistic hologram-driven sport had been one of those moments and he was proud that his idea of a duel-disk had made it to the market before Schroeder's more rudimentary hologram-box concept.

And this game Pegasus hadn't shut up about for two months seemed another of those chances. He would regret it if another company got the visual rights to the Egyptian plot instead of KaibaCorp. All it had taken was a word to his secretary and the sisters would be contacted tomorrow morning to skip ahead of the waiting list.

Watching the full dance floor as the string quartet began another melody, he watched with only a passing interest. Devlin had arrived a while ago with Wheeler's younger sister on his arm much to the disappointment of female guests. Dungeon Dice Monsters had recently taken off in America and Hollywood was starting shooting on a blockbuster centred on the game in the vein of Dungeons and Dragons. KaibaCorp's US branch were working in partnership with Industrial Illusions and Devlin to supply the holograms and CGI to be used in-movie.

In the ten years since he had first been forced into working with Muto and his gang, the dweeb patrol had somehow insipidly become part of a circle he considered something like friends. Well, that word was a bit strong, but Mokuba was thick as thieves with the friendship parade and the upcoming wedding next year was bound to result in invites for the entire rota of buddies.

A clumsy pair of dancers on the polished wooden floor caught his attention. The mismatched duo was almost comical to watch. The short fat man was a stock-holder of KaibaCorp, his stake in the company negligible at best and his attitude not the best either. The woman was the very lady he had been looking for all night though. She was the second sister involved in the new game he wanted to back, but that wasn't the reason he had unknowingly sought her out in this crowded room full of business allies and rivals.

Some things only happened once in a lifetime; he recognised that fact and accepted it. But some people had more than one lifetime to contend with, no matter how much he had tried to bury those memories over the years.

Her white hair and dark blue eyes drew him in like a helpless moth to a flame. The forced smile she offered the idiot dancing with her only made Seto walk faster, closing the distance between them. The fool stood on her dress and almost tripped her, but he interceded then and glared down at the dithering imbecile.

"Mind if I cut in?"

He smirked as the share-holder scampered away and she couldn't hide the relief on her face. Until she looked up and recognised him and stomped on his toe. But it was Kisara and he had seen how this had ended in one life. He was lucky enough to have two lives and this chance at a happy ending was one he would hold onto with both hands.

A/n- Thanks for reading and I hope you all like it! xxx