The action takes part in the USA after Yami got his memories back.

Disclaimer: Somebody told you I owned Yu-Gi-Oh? Well, he was wrong – I don’t. Neither do I own Enya’s song ‘Only Time’.

 

Only Time

 

 Time is the key-word in many phrases – it is said to heal wounds, to bring changes, to make problems easier to solve… But for Seto Kaiba it was something, he usually did not have. It was even more peculiar that on the 14^th February he had spent a good deal of time in a bookshop with his younger brother rather than perched over his desk, busy running his company.

 For people who knew him it would be easy to guess that Mokuba must have played a major role in getting the elder Kaiba out off his office. But since there were no such people in the States it baffled the whole staff of the American Kaiba Corporation branch. Not that the Japanese youth cared – his little brother was much more important then some idiots, after all.

 But there was another matter that made him uneasy - even though it was hard to notice. Since a while he had been having dreams – dreams of ancient Egypt, dreams of the Priest Set – his supposed past life. He would always remember them and they seemed as real as his other memories. It was not something he liked. That meant Yugi and Isis Ishtar were right – and for Seto it was something he would not like to admit.

 For a while he was sure those dreams would stop – but they did not. Even after a few months they were still plaguing him, so he finally decided to contact Isis. There was no way he would ask Yugi for help and the Egyptian woman was the only other option. He did notify her he wanted to see her and she had agreed, so now his private plane was probably coming back from Cairo with a female passenger, who happened to be the only person except for Mokuba to use Seto’s first name.

 He stopped before the counter ready to pay for what he chose (books about economy and Orwell’s ‘Animal Farm’) and what Mokuba did (a space-opera about some Honor Harrington out of all things), when something caught his eye. On an impulse he bought a little package with cards.

 

 Who can say where the road goes

Where the day flows, only time

And who can say if your love grows

As your heart chose, only time

 

 Isis Ishtar entered Seto’s office. She had not changed much – still beautiful with a mystical quality, clothed in beige and with an amount of jewellery on her which would make any other person look gaudy. They regarded each other, none betraying their feelings, as he motioned to her to sit down. He noticed something new in her outfit – a handbag. It was in similar style to the rest of her clothing, so he did not pay much attention.

 She must have looked really out of place here, he thought with some amusement.

 She, one the other hand, noticed that the desk was in a state one could call organized mess – all was lying in neat piles, but unless you knew what exactly was in each, it would take an eternity to find what you were looking for.

 

Who can say why your heart sighs

As your love flies, only time

And who can say why your heart cries

When your love lies, only time

 

 ‘Good day, Seto.’ she said, her voice even – exactly like he remembered. He wondered if she knew, when Japanese call each other by their first name or if it was just her habit.

 ‘Good day.’ he answered. ‘Let’s get down to business.’ she nodded.

 ‘So you finally decided to see the truth.’ she had to point that out, didn’t she?

 ‘Whatever. Either that or I’m as crazy as y… the Mad Hatter.’ he wanted her help, so he might as well be bearable… and check Isis’ knowledge about literature.

 The Egyptian noticed his near slip, but decided to ignore it. Her hand moved from her lap on the handbag.

 ‘Alice in Wonderland? My, my and I thought you were only interested in business.’ she countered. ‘If you’re interested, I can tell you that the Pharaoh got his memories back.’

 ‘That’s cute,’ he growled. ‘but I don’t want those which are supposedly mine back.’

 ‘You can’t help it.’ she sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. ‘It’s chain reaction…’

 ‘Oh eternal joy of having to remember stuff, which is 3,000 years old. Just my luck.’ his voice could not have been more sarcastic.

 

Who can say when the roads meet

That the love might be in your heart

And who can say when the day sleeps

If the night keeps all your heart

Night keeps all your heart

 

 ‘Is this all you wanted from me?’ Isis said in more intimidating voice than usual. Seto glared at her. If it was all, he would not have called her in the first place. The only problem was that telling his reason for getting her here was very hard for him. He turned his head to the side, obviously noticing something extremely interesting on the floor.

 ‘… I…’ he stopped as if considering what to say. ‘I need to talk about it with someone.’ he whispered, sounding so very different from his usual harsh tone. Isis’ head jerked up, as she stared at him shocked. Was it her or did he seem lost and even vulnerable?

 ‘Shall we go somewhere else than?’ she answered softly. ‘Your office isn’t exactly the right place to discuss this.’

 He nodded and stood up, but a second later his expression changed into a smirk – a more pleasant one than the taunting smug face, she used to see.

 ‘I almost forgot…’ he took out a small box from behind some file. ‘There. I remember, you were interested in that prophetic nonsense and since you gave that necklace of yours to Yugi…’ he walked around the desk, so that he standing next to her, took her hand up and placed the box in her hand. The black-haired woman looked at it – it was a deck of Tarot cards. Her lips quirked into a small smile.

 ‘How nice Seto.’ she said, amused. ‘I actually recall a nice Japanese custom myself, connected with today – Valentines.’ Isis opened her handbag and took out a box of chocolates tied with a yellow ribbon. ‘Here.’ Seto looked at her, disbelief written over his face. Then he turned red, but finally took the gift. ‘Shall we?’ she asked and he nodded.

 

Who can say if your love grows

As your heart chose

- Only time

And who can say where the road goes

Where the day flows, only time

 

Who knows? Only time

 

A/N

 I was feeling too fluffy for my own good, when writing that. Oh well… Hope you like it.

 If somebody doesn’t know it (are there such people?) – in Japan at Valentines girls are supposed to give chocolates to boys they like. It’s a rather common theme on Japanese Valentines fanarts.

 There is a series of science fiction books about Honor Harrington written by David Waber. I read it and had fun, but it’s not a Seto Kaiba book.

 

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