Disclaimer: Somebody told you I owned Yu-Gi-Oh? Well, he was wrong – I don’t.

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Only Time

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Chapter Three

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 Isis didn’t expect Seto to be a good host. The brown-haired youth was mostly pre-occupied and really lacked manners. She wasn’t surprised to learn that the CEO already left when he woke up and only left orders to take care after her. There was always Mokuba to remind him of such things.

 The blue-eyed duelist wasn’t the only one to regain memories of a past life in Egypt. The black-haired woman also remembered living another life. In her case, however, it weren’t dreams, but all memories appearing right there.

 It was a shock to her – theoretical knowledge was so different from practical. There were things she hadn’t known before – most of them unimportant as far as helping the Pharaoh was concerned, but knowing all that made her wonder.

 The Priest Set wasn’t exactly like Seto Kaiba. He had been an arrogant ruthless bastard, but he wasn’t half as cold. He could be convinced to help others much easier – he wasn’t so untrusting. If they were the same person why the differences?

  The black-haired woman shook her head. It wasn’t as if she would find out that, so she shouldn’t create any theories. She should better find something productive to do or at least something entertaining. Maybe she could ask about something to read?

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 Seto Kaiba was looking through some papers, but he couldn’t concentrate. He would read a paragraph over and over, but still wouldn’t remember what it was about. What was going on with him?

 He didn’t feel like that yesterday. Was it… her? But at Battle City it wasn’t like this. Why was it different now? He didn’t understand it at all. He stopped caring for other people except for Mokuba long ago. Even Yugi and his friends didn’t manage to pierce his shield – and they did try. However, Isis didn’t need to – something made him concerned about her well-being.

 Why? He knew there were moments when she reminded him of himself. But merely one insignificant thing couldn’t cause all that… Well, maybe not so insignificant. But why?

 He wasn’t that mutt Jounouchi to act like some idiot around a good looking female. He never got flushed and didn’t tend to daydream, so why?

 He sighed and glared at the sheet of paper he had been trying to read for so long. Slowly, he returned to reading and this time he managed to remain concentrated. Nevertheless, he had a strange feeling all the time – not unpleasant but puzzling.

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 When the young CEO came back he was immediately greeted by his younger brother, who developed a habit of pouncing on the brown-haired youth lately whenever he came back from work. It must have been the influence of Yugi and his friends and it seemed he wasn’t going to able to convince Mokuba to stop doing that. Not that he didn’t try.

 “Why hello Seto. Nice to see you today.” to his dismay he heard Isis’ voice. Did she have to appear now?

 “Good evening.” he mumbled. Why wasn’t she flinching under his glare?

 “I see you’re in a bad mood, Seto.” the Egyptian responded. “Did you have a bad morning?”

 “No, I feel perfectly fine.” he growled. “I think it’s you who got up on the wrong side of the bed.”

 “Well, my dear host, who doesn’t bother to say hello to his guest in the morning, I’m in a very good mood.”

 To her surprise Seto’s cheeks coloured faintly red and he turned his eyes to the carpet at the mentioning of saying hello in the morning. It wasn’t at all what she expected. She briefly wondered what he might have been doing in the morning to feel embarrassed now. He hadn’t been peeking, had he?

  “You wanted to be woken up at 5a.m. so I can say hello to you?” Seto asked his voice faintly sarcastic. “Should I feel flattered?”

 “Are you implying something, my boy?” the black-haired woman countered.

 “And what would you expect me to?” the Japanese was starting to enjoy this banter.

 “Oh, you sounded as if you were trying to tell me something, but you didn’t have the courage to do it.”

 Somehow they found themselves right in front of each other – very, very close. How and when did it happen? He didn’t know and neither did she – the only thing which was certain was that they were looking at each other, almost nose to nose. Cold blue and deep ocean blue locked and couldn’t tear apart. Did the time stop?

 “Oniisama?” Mokuba’s voice shattered the atmosphere and made the young CEO come back to reality in no time. “Aren’t you hungry?”

 The tall youth looked at his brother with an unreadable expression, wondering why he did feel disappointed. He didn’t care for her… did he?

 “Oniisama?” the boy’s voice sounded worried.

 “I’m fine Mokuba.” the young man answered, although it sounded more as if he were convincing himself than his younger brother. “Will you join?” he addressed the black-haired woman.

 “Yes.” he wasn’t sure, why he felt disappointed that her voice was so calm. What did he expect from her? And why did he want more?

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