NEFERTITI

Chapter One: Or Your Money Back, NOT Guaranteed!

A girl with brown hair and blue eyes streaked into a tall building named "Kaiba Corp." Not streaked as in streaked. Seriously, it was broad daylight outside. A practically perfect day in the ville of Domino City.

And the girl was not named Téa Gardner, come to see her boyfriend Seto Kaiba, however it may have seemed. No, on closer inspection, she had her hair pulled away from her face, and a set of dark blue eyes. "Hi, Kriss!" She waved to the woman at the reception desk, as she sped by.

"Hello, Nefertiti," Kriss replied. "I'll tell him you're coming."

The girl, now known as Nefertiti raced up the long flights of stairs, rather than take the elevator. This may have been due to the fact that the elevator had been recently out of order, and nobody had bothered to fix it, or Nefertiti was hyped up with extra, extra, extra amounts of a favorite substance of ours. Namely, sugar.

As Nefertiti was nearing the floor where the office of the CEO of Kaiba Corp was located, Kriss, many floors below was ringing the number of a person formerly tagged as 'him.'

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Seto Kaiba, the CEO of the world-famous Kaiba Corp, heard his desk phone ring. Pulling away from his new project, Seto picked up the reciever. "Hello?"

"Sir, your daughter is on her way up."

He nearly fell out of his swiveling chair. "Excuse me?!"

"I said, your daughter is on her way up to your office."

"May I ask who is speaking?"

"The reception desk."

Somehow, Seto understood, even though it was a fairly obvious fact that reception desks had no ability to speak. "Who claims to be my daughter, Rhoda?"

"Who's Rhoda?"

"The woman at the reception desk."

"I'm sorry, but this is Kriss."

"Sitting in?"

"Er...no sir, you hired me."

*click* Now that was unnerving. Right, as if he had a daughter. As Seto Kaiba turned back to his project, (which happened to be a device that let a person duel someone else halfway around the world) the door to his office banged open.

That was also unnerving. Major lack of respect, he thought. I wonder...?

No time to finish his thoughts, as somebody bounded over and sat down in his lap. "Whatcha workin' on?"

Seto blinked.

That somebody turned out to be Nefertiti Kaiba, but Seto Kaiba (wow, big coincidence) had no idea. "Who are you?"

"You don't know me?" Nefertiti turned around. Seto saw the narrow blue eyes that seemed so familiar. Wonder why...

Well of course! The temporarily brain dead CEO had the exact same eyes. Ahem.

Nefertiti stood up. Striking a very dramatic pose, she said. "I am Nefertiti Kaiba, age 14. My father is Seto Kaiba, Head of something called 'Kaiba Corp' and—"

"What?!" Seto blurted out.

"Yeah. Okay, that's enough acting surprised, though you're pretty good at it." Nefertiti said. "Hey, Daddy, can I have some money? Me, Serena, Yanza, and Mia are going to the mall later."

"Uh..." A still stunned Seto searched. (Not a very good tongue twister) "Can't remember where I put my wallet."

"Oh well." His 'daughter' started for the door. "I'll go ask Uncle Malik."

The CEO, hearing that, banged his head on the underside of his desk, and said, "WHAT?!"

Man of few words, eh?

"Uncle Malik Ishtar, brother to Isis Kaiba. Need I say more?"

Nefertiti left a very brain dead Seto Kaiba behind.

***
DiNg_dOnG. Malik Ishtar stepped out of the shower. He'd show them, whoever had dared to ring that Ra-forsaken doorbell.

Looking through the window, he saw a girl. Malik didn't bother putting a shirt on, knowing that nobody could 'resist' him. He opened the door and said "Hello" in his sexiest voice.

"Hi Uncle Malik!" He felt arms wrapping around him and looked down. The hell was she?

"Uh..." Was all he could say.

"Daddy wouldn't let me borrow any money, and I couldn't find Uncle Mokuba, so I came to ask you!"

Uncle Mokuba? The Kaiba brat? WTF? "And you are..."

"Your niece, Nefertiti Kaiba. You and Daddy are both faking amnesia today..." Nefertiti stared at him. "Uncle Malik, you should put a shirt on."

WTF? W...T...F?! Somebody help me...

I can get rid of her for you.

Yami, isn't that going a bit far?

His yami chuckled malevolently. Unless you want to give her the money that Seto Kaiba won't give. But I suppose as her father is Seto Kaiba, and she calls you 'uncle...' Well, it's basically a no-brainer on guessing who the mother is, unless you have any more sisters?

ISIS?! Malik yelped. And just in time, too. As a familiar car pulled up in the driveway. And a familiar person stepped out. With a familiar name, Isis Ishtar. Or as Nefertiti would have said, Isis Kaiba.

"Is that your new girlfriend, Malik?" Isis gestured at the girl.

"Very funny." Malik scowled. "No, actually, it's your daughter."

"That's nice." Isis brushed past them. "Brother, you are a slob." She shook her head at the state of the living room. As she set her purse down on the table, something clicked. Whirling around, Isis fixed her brother with a steely eye. "What did you say?!"

"Took ya long enough." Smirking, he pushed Nefertiti forward. "Your daughter. Also daughter of a certain somebody with the last name of K-A-I-B-A?"

"Seto Kaiba?" Wait, no that's crazy.

"Yes!" Malik imitated a game show host. "And Isis Ishtar wins a year's supply of..."

"Kaiba."

"What?" A year's supply of Kaiba?

His yami snorted.

"Isis Kaiba."

Immediately, Isis Kaiba was beset with a headache. Knowing full well this wasn't going to be good for anybody, Malik handed Nefertiti some money. The girl left.

This is getting weird.

So I'd say.

Was that girl for real? Hell here, she's the only one that thinks Isis married that rich snot.

We'll see.

Just then, Isis got up and stormed into the kitchen.

Food?

Is that all you think about?

The phone, nitwits. Malik jumped, as Isis came back to the living room, yelling at someone on the phone. "SETO KAIBA!" The answer to that must have been unsatisfactory and definitely stupid, because the next thing from Isis was "YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHO THIS IS!"

Wow. I've never heard Sis cuss before.

"THERE WAS A GIRL HERE PRETENDING TO BE MY DAUGHTER!"

Ra, my ears.

***
For the second time, that fateful (yeah, right) day, the CEO of Kaiba Corp answered the phone. Unfortunately for him, it was a very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, pissed off museum curator.

"SETO KAIBA!" He held the phone away from his ear.

"Yes? May I ask who is speaking?"

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHO THIS IS!"

"Isis?"

"THERE WAS A GIRL HERE PRETENDING TO BE MY DAUGHTER!"

"Same here."

"What?"

"Nice to know you're speaking in civil tones."

"I don't need your sarcasm, Kaiba." In the background, he heard the ever so helpful voice of Malik Ishtar, saying, "Want me to kill him for you?"

"Is her name Nefertiti?"

"Yes, it is."

"She stopped by Kaiba Corp, too."

"Weird thing though. She even looks like you."

"No way. She looks like you."

"Kaiba, you never had—"

He cut her off. "Not a chance."

"Thought so." And then, "NO, Malik, you may NOT kill him...YET!"

"Well, I have a company to run. Good-bye, Ishtar." Click.

Well, we'll leave the majorly brain dead Seto Kaiba, the confused Isis Kaiba, and a murderous Malik Ishtar alone for the moment.

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Apparently, Nefertiti can't see the difference in age...