Author's note:

It sure has been a while, hasn't it? Well, here we are. Finally getting another chapter.

If you haven't check out my profile, I've been posting my updates there. For Her Sapphire Sky, I have replaced every single chapter with corrections. It isn't until the three most recent chapters that any changes were actually made though- I'm an idiot you see, and had Mokuba introduce Kisara to Noah twice, so I fixed up their conversations to her finding out more about him instead of it being the second time she's met him for the first time...

I also just changed so minor things in the last chapter, where Pegasus is reading the hieroglyphs to Seto towards the end. It will better suit the direction this story will take.

The last change I have made was simply the removal of the chapter titled "IMPORTANT UPDATE" as it is no long relevant this far into the story. I've also removed all the author's notes from every single chapter (excluding this one) as a way to confirm that I have uploaded the correct documents.

Anyway, please enjoy the latest chapter! Expect more to come for this and A Fractured History very soon!

I lie, curled up on the large bed, breathing in his scent. I know he's only gone for a few days, and there's no reason for me to be in his room… Yet, still I lie here, holding onto his pillow and bury my face into its fabric. My thoughts are overwhelmed with so many different things and I just can't keep my head straight. I had no idea that my stress levels could even climb this high.

Coming to terms with my reincarnation and the mystery of how I was capable of it. PTSD from the trauma that my ex had put me through. The constant worry of the paparazzi or anyone for that matter, finding out about my relationship with Seto. And now this… A positive pregnancy. Only a few weeks in to the start of our relationship.

I dig my nails into the pillow, hugging it even tighter. I had never stopped to consider a life with children. It was expected of me when I was engaged to Fujiyama, and I had always pushed off the thought for the future me. But circumstances are different now.

This child is the heir to the Kaiba bloodline. If I go forward with this… everything changes. Everything! We have only just begun our story together in this life, and Seto would be happy with what ever direction we go. He said it himself—If I want this, he does as well. If I don't want this, he will support that choice. If it's something I want for us in the future, he will give that to me.

But what if this is the one chance I get? That voice… That stupid and constant voice in the back of my head. "Don't waste the time you have." Is this what it was warning me of? Will my time be cut short, and this is my only chance to give Seto a child? Or will having this child end me?

"What does it all mean?" I cry out to the empty room, rolling onto my back while still holding the pillow to my chest. "What are you trying to tell me? Why can't you just give me a straight answer instead of some stupid cryptic message?!"

But there would be no answer. The voice in my head only says the same thing, and at times when I don't need to hear it. I pull the pillow over my face and scream quietly into it to stifle my frustrations. My head aches, and my thoughts return to the child growing within me.

I pull the pillow off to the side and lean my head forward so I can look down to my stomach. I'm still slender. I don't even look bloated. Is there really anything in there? I place my left hand on my stomach, trying to feel for anything that I know won't be there right away.

"Do I want this?" I whisper to myself, fighting back the feeling of crying, "Are you really there?"

If I carried this child to term, and it survives, I would be a mother. I could never abandon this child. Seto and I know what it's like to be without our birth parents. I know abandonment, where he knows loss. I know loneliness, and Seto knows abuse. It makes the thought of us becoming parents difficult. We have no guidence or good examples on raising a child. I've seen the sacrifices that Momoka has made for her son, but would I have a child who is sick? Would people come into our lives to try and take the child away from us, like all the times when Mokuba had been kidnapped to get to Seto for their ill intentions? Would I be alive to raise this child and teach them until they've grown and are capable of making their own decisions?

I lean my head back onto the bed, and stare to the ceiling. "I can't do this right now."

I need to talk to someone. I can't bottle this in. If I choose not to terminate the pregnancy, I can't stress like this. It's not good for the health of the baby. But… who could I even talk to about this right now? Seto's going to be gone for a couple of days…

I lie in silence once more, hoping for someone to magically know that I'm in here, and knock on the door to see if I need any help. I have no such luck though, as I can't will it into existence. Slowly, I force myself to sit up. I know now not to move too fast to avoid the dizziness, and keep water with me to help with the nausea. The doctor also prescribed me motion sickness pills to help with the morning sickness—which apparently doesn't actually just happen in the morning. It can happen at any time! Why would they even call it "morning sickness" if it can happen at any point in the day?

I sigh, distracting myself from the stressful thoughts. I push myself up from the bed, and make my way out of Seto's room. I stopped trying to look around and make sure that no one notices when I'm with Seto, so it shouldn't be a shock to anyone that I'm leaving his room. I'm lucky that there was no one in the hallway though, so I didn't have to explain my reasoning for being in his room without him. Our relationship is something that we plan to discuss with the workers within the home. We're not quite ready to go public with the employees at Kaiba Corp. That will quickly spread the news to… well, everyone. And with that comes… news of the Kaiba's heir.

Another long sigh as I turn and start pacing the hallway. I start fidgiting with my ponytail and watching my feet, trying to keep my anxiety under control. I don't want to worry anyone. I don't want to go looking for someone to talk to, but I also can't just talk to anyone. I have to be… secretive. Especially with this. I begin walking my way to the dining room, the small one that the maids and butlers don't eat at.

Maybe getting a light snack and sipping on something will calm me down—"Earth to Kisara?"

"Huh?" I look to my side, unaware that Mokuba had started walking with me.

"Why, hello there!" He smiles, "I tried saying your name a couple times, but you were zoning out."

It's always Mokuba. He always just appears when I'm having a crisis. He must have some kind of sixth sense to know when I'm on a downward spiral. But… Could I really talk to him about this? About everything that's going on? I wanted to make a decision before giving him the news that he may or may not become an uncle.

I awkwardly stare at him for a moment, still fidgiting with my hair. "Can I… confide in you? In… private? Like… where no one has a chance of hearing us?"

Confused, his eyes open wide with a concerned look. "Uh, sure?"

It's probably the first time I've brought up needing to confide in him. The first time I've asked to confide in anyone. "It's already really hard for me to ask… so please… give me a minute."

"No worries, Kisara." Mokuba takes his phone out of his pocket and pops out the nano chip that I know Noah is placed in. "I'll just get—"

"No—please!" I reach forward to stop him. "Only you… Noah can't know…"

"It's not like he could tell anyone though?" Mokuba looked even more concerned.

"I know that. But…" I close my eyes and inhale deeply, "But I can only handle talking to one person about this right now, and I need real advise. And I trust you. And I don't really know Noah all that well. And—"

He finally cuts me off. "Okay! Okay, I'll keep him in my phone." Mokuba pops the nano chip back in his phone. "I'll even power my phone down while we're in here."

Mokuba had taken us to his personal office, where he introduced me to Noah's hologram AI. I give a sigh of relief, knowing it will truly stay between us. "I'm sorry. It's… Not an easy subject."

"Look, if it's about you and Seto, I can help in anyway you want. If it's awkward or uncomfortable, I'll do what I can to make things easier for you." Mokuba started making guesses on the issue. "He really doesn't understand how romance is supposed to work, so if he messed up, I can try to talk to him if you want me to."

"N—no. It's not that. If anything, we both messed up…" I take another deep breath. "And I know you can't understand unless I just come out with it and say it…" I stare at the floor, avoiding eye contact as Mokuba leans against the desk behind him. "So I'm just gonna say it… Right now."

But the words just aren't coming out. I can feel Mokuba staring, just waiting for me to start babbling. The air is tense and I'm making things more and more awkward the longer I stay quiet. I take one last deep breath and force myself to speak.

"I'm pregnant."

"You simply MUST tell me about her Kaiba!" Pegasus enthuses as he grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me violently. "How has someone actually captured the heart of such a cynical boy!"

I smack his hands off of me and take a few steps back. "Would you knock it off?! You're a grown man. And don't ever fucking touch me again." I dust off my coat. "I'm going to have to get this dry cleaned now."

"But you must understand! You're not exactly easy to get along with." It's like he just took in the full context of what I just explained and he was buffering for a moment. "Why does your girlfriend want to know about the Ancient Egyptian lore of the white dragons?"

"Don't push it old man." My patience was beginning to wear thin.

He took another moment to ponder, holding his chin with his index finger and thumb while he twirled his wine glass in the opposite hand. "If she knows about how souls were sealed away and you're asking about being reborn… Is she a believer of Ka? Your hypotheticals… Are about this woman?"

"Ugh." I cross my arms. "Are we done here? If you know nothing else about this tomb, I'll just go see it for myself."

I begin to pull my phone from my pocket, but Pegasus stops me, "I'm just trying to understand your motives here, Kaiba. It's very out of the norm for you to be doing something for someone outside of your family. I know that you've changed quite a bit since your original trip to Egypt, but this is drastic in your case."

I hold my tongue, unsure of how much I should actually let him in on. I had hoped he studied more before creating the Duel Monsters Card Game. I had hoped he had more research on the origins of the creatures and somehow had all the answers that we were looking for.

"My motive is for my girlfriend to no longer have to fight this… mystery that's plaguing her." I soften up just thinking of her, which I would usually be angry about, "She believes in reincarnation, that's true. And I guess you could say I'm starting to believe in it to. She's had… Visions. She believes that she shouldn't be alive right now, because her Ka—"

I flip through the pages placed on the table before us, until I get to the picture of the Blue Eyes White Dragon, sealed in the stone tablet. It has aged with time, looking more decrepit, and even having a crack… Beginning from the right, and going diagonally to the bottom left? It's probably just a coincidence, but it has the same shape as her birthmark. I'm sure I'm just trying to make any connections I can, and grasping at straws to do so.

Pegasus notices my stare, "And you presume this girl's Ka was that of the White Dragon that was sealed away inside that tablet?"

I hated to admit it to him, "Perhaps… But the things she's claimed to have seen match up to the things I've experienced."

"And what exactly is that?" Pegasus was even more invested now.

But I pull myself back to reality, "Nothing. Now, I'll ask again. Do you have any more information about this tomb, or the Pharaoh who created the tomb? Anything at all?"

"Now I do have some information relating to that Pharaoh." He turns and waves over yet another one of his butlers. He brings over yet another file folder, with papers spilling from it. "It's very ironic, but perhaps you know more about him than I do. You see… His name was Set. He was once a priest for another Pharaoh, who had disappeared and was presumed dead."

For a moment, my vision flickered as if the lights had just switched off and on. What ever my eyes were trying to show me remained dark though, my mind unable to recall the memory that tried to show itself to me. "The priest had become the Pharaoh?"

That was something I hadn't seen in my time walking the ancient world alongside my previous life. I never saw the world through his eyes, only dreaming of myself watching him from the sidelines. I was only meant to see what time he spent during the ruling of Pharaoh Atem.

"Precisely." Pegasus continued, as my phone was suddenly buzzing in my pocket. Distracted for a moment, I wasn't fully focused on his words as I pulled out my phone. "And it was said that this tomb was for his mistress, who perished even before his ruling. Oh, one other thing that may peak your interest—"

Before I had even looked to the screen to see who had been calling me, I watch as Pegasus flips to a photo of the sarcophagus being empty, which hadn't matched the photo that I had seen in the other file. I slide the phone back into my pocket, leaving it to continue vibrating until the call goes to voice mail. I'll give him that; this photo did grab my interest.

"The mistress's mummy was never actually recovered." Pegasus puts the two photos next to each other. "For tourism purposes, there is a mummy placed into the sarcophagus to better attract the eyes of people like me. I had been there on two separate occasions, given information by a tour guide the first time and a local the second time."

"So this woman… Is fake?" Which begs the question… Where did Kisara's remains go?

My phone once again began to buzz in my pocket. Being my personal phone, two calls in a row was never a good sign. I force myself to step back and look away. "I have to step away and take this. Excuse me."

"Of course, Kaiba. Take your time." Pegasus snaps, and a butler holds open the door we came in through.

I answer the phone, but do not speak until I've exited to the hall. "Hello?"

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Mokuba is shouting from the other line.

I pull the phone away from my ear for a moment. "Ouch… What's wrong? Is everyone okay?"

"Are you an idiot?!" He takes a deep breath and exhales a grunt of anger. "NO! Kisara is not okay. And FORGIVE ME for blaming it on YOU!"

"What do you mean she's not okay?"

"You're an idiot. A big fucking idiot." His rage is baffling, like when he was a child throwing a tantrum. "You left for a 'business trip' not even three days after finding out that—" he hushes his shouting, though still quietly yelling "you knocked her up?!"

I growl back at him. "She wasn't supposed to say anything to you until I got back."

"YOU LEFT HER HERE ALONE WITH THE SHOCK AND WITH A MASSIVE DECISION TO MAKE!" I can't remember the last time he was this pissed off at me. "Thank the gods you're not home right now, or I would have hit you myself!"

"I'm not leaving her to decide by herself on if we're moving forward with it or not!" I try to explain my side of things, "She's already stressed out about… some uncertainties regarding her past life, so I'm trying my hand at getting her some answers to get rid of that stress."

"HOW IS THAT MORE IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW?!" Mokuba takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down before he continues to lecture me. "Look, you're making it seem like you're leaving her to figure things out by herself right now. This is not a good look for you. You're probably just as scared about this as she is, and this is likely your way of trying to figure out your own thoughts and feelings and you're just… TOO DUMB. Sorry. I'm really trying not to yell. But you're just… So… SO STUPID."

"I'm not scared Mokuba." I try to convince him. But perhaps I'm trying to convince myself. "I know we can handle it if she keeps it."

"Stop calling them an 'it' please." I'm not sure why that bothered him. "This is your possible child we're talking about."

"I'm not exactly in the right place to talk about this." I look back over my shoulder, making sure the door is still shut and that I have no eavesdroppers. I also scan the hall now for any security cameras that could be recording me as I get back to explaining my whereabouts, "I'm at Duelist Kingdom, meeting with Pegasus to talk about the origins of the White Dragons—"

"Oh come on, Seto!" He exasperates. "Just cut it short, get on your jet, and get back here!"

"She needs this information—"

"No! She doesn't! Not right now, she does not. The ONLY thing she needs right now is for YOU to be home and to help her make this decision. Together." Mokuba's really trying to level with me. "You and I could never understand that kind of loneliness and anxiety she's going through Seto. We don't have to go through what she is. And you, don't get me started on how detrimental it is for you to be apart of everything. Every step of the way."

I'm silent while I try to find the words. "I know that…"

"Oh do you? Cause from where I'm standing, it looks like you're finding an excuse to not be a part of this."

"It's not that I don't want to be a part of this, Mokuba!" I lean myself against the wall and cup my head into the palm of my hand, shutting my eyes to think. "If she has so many different things causing her this constant stress and anxiety, all this depression and trauma, than it will hurt the baby! If I can lessen the burden in any way for her, then I'll do it. This may be the only way I know how to help her." I grind my teeth and try to breathe. "She passed out just from trying to figure out her past and getting different leads to answers that she feels she needs. She was out for days because of it! I can't have that happening! Her health, and our child's health is what matters!"

Mokuba is silent on the line, but I do hear him sigh. "Seto…"

"She can be mad at me for this. She can hate me for keeping her waiting. I can handle that for now." But it brings pains to my chest to say that aloud. "But I don't know how else to help her. She doesn't need me to just sit by idly and watch her driving herself insane, questioning why she's alive everytime something goes south for her. Yes, I want to be there for her when she's crying, when she's sick, when she's in need of being held… I want to be by her side for as long as she'll have me, Mokuba. But if she needs these answers; If she needs to know why and how she was able to be reborn into this world so she can finally accept that we can have a life together—I'll get her those answers."

There is a long silence, as we both try to figure out what else there is to say. Mokuba finally speaks up, no longer with an angry tone. "I can understand that Seto. And if you'd let me, I'd help you with your search. That way, you can be here with Kisara."

"How could you help though?" I finally let go of my head and stare to the ceiling. "I don't mean to be condescending, but you hadn't seen any of the visions of our past lives. How would you even know where to begin?"

"Just give me a direction on where to start and I'll go and gather the information for you." He explains. "Tell me the things I need to ask. Give me an inkling of what I'm looking for. Tell me what I can do and I'll do it."

"I can't keep asking you for help. You have your own life to live."

"And I choose to help my older brother, who has put his life on the line for me so many times in our life. Nothing I could do would ever repay you for that. But at least it gives me some solace to know that I can help you for once." I can oddly hear the smile he bears as he continues. "I love you. I love that you have Kisara. I want to ease things for you both. And trust me, I'm not going to be following you around all of my life. I've got my own plans, so you don't have to worry about what I've got going on."

I chuckle, with an awkward breath of relief. "You'll have to tell me about your plans sometime."

"Gross, you sound like a dad." He laughs.

But, the joke stings, and I don't even realize the couple of tears that drip from my cheeks. "Do you think… I have it in me?"

"Well, yeah. Isn't it obvious?" I'm confused by his encouragement. "Seto, you basically were my father figure in my life. The gods know Gozubora had nothing to do with my upbringing. He may have… Ruined your childhood, in a way that I could only watch as you sheltered me… But you still found a way to raise me. And I think I turned out pretty great."

"Heh," I sniffle, only just realizing my silent tears. "I've only ever viewed you as my brother. But I wanted you to have the life I couldn't."

"Well, just give your kids the same love and care that you did to me. Whether now, or if you guys wait until later on to make that step."

I wipe my face with the color of my coat, and smile from his words. "Thanks Mokuba, for knocking some sense back into me. I can always count on you."

"Always happy to. Though, I may still hit you when you get back here." I'm sure he's grinning.

"Fair enough. I deserve that." I stand back straight. "Mokbua, I'll head back once I've finished up this meeting with Pegasus. I hate to admit it, but he's given us a lot of good information if I'm honest. I'll go over the details with you once I'm back and we're squared away."

"Don't be too long." He urges me.

"I won't be. Please, tell Kisara that I'll be there before sun down." And with that, we both hang up.

My second mistake of the day—leaving Kisara to try and handle this alone for too long. And my last mistake—not keeping my composure knowing good and well where the hell I am.

"Did I hear you correctly?!" Pegasus bursts open the door from the conference room. "Did you say the health of your child?!"

Shit.