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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Mokuba Kaiba was wondering what made most male teenagers act strangely around girls. There was
Jounouchi who seemed to get all heroic around Mai, Otogi and Honda who
quarrelled non-stop about Jounouchi’s younger sister and now his brother, who
was staring at Isis Ishtar as if he saw something really marvellous?.. Yes,
this would be the right word.
The black-haired boy observed the whole supper
with wordless amusement. In his opinion it was quite entertaining to see how
the Egyptian woman and Seto interacted. They discussed vegetarianism - Mokuba
noted that the words they had spoken may have been about food, but there was
some underlying meaning. Than there were Duel Monsters – something which had to
come up when Seto was concerned and since
The boy yawned and frowned. His brother
couldn’t have missed it and that meant one thing.
“Mokuba, go to bed.”
He was going to miss the rest of the
conversation and just at the point when it started to seem it was going to be
interesting.
“But Seto!” he protested.
“No buts, you’re yawning. Bed. Now.”
“But Seto!”
“Do I have to carry you?”
“OK! OK! I’m going!” Going to bed was a field
where Seto usually won – he had the advantage of strength. And nobody Mokuba’s
age would like to be carried of to bed like a baby, especially in front of an
outsider.
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Isis Ishtar observed Seto as his little
brother went to his bedroom. She did like Mokuba - even if she knew little about the boy. But
he was an adorable creature… and it made you wonder about his brother. How
could they be so different?
“You were there…” he said and she gave him a
surprised look – was he going to talk about the past he refused to believe in
so long? “In the court. You were there too. The Dark Magician and the Dark
Magician Girl…”
“Yes.” she nodded.
“You remember it whole?”
“Yes.”
The youth regarded her with an unreadable
expression. His eyes were locked with hers. So blue, so cold… But where they
really cold? Wasn’t there something hidden behind the ice? The longer she
looked at him the more convinced she was that the ice was only a layer and
underneath there was something else. But what? Was it a monster ready to devour
her any moment? That she wouldn’t believe.
As she gazed into his eyes she grew more and
more convinced that what was hidden under the ice was why Mokuba loved his
brother – that it was whatever was best in Seto Kaiba. And as she kept her eyes
locked with his she saw that what she thought was unreadable in his expression
wasn’t like that at all – there was confusion, interest, there was maybe fear –
but of that she wasn’t sure and foremost something warm – attraction or maybe a
feeling of alikeness?
And then he stood up and walked over to her.
She sat there her eyes never leaving his. There was a feeling of familiarity,
déjà vu in her mind. Something like this has happened again, didn’t it?
Not in this life, but in the former.
He bowed his face inches apart from hers.
“And this?” he whispered. “Does this seem
familiar?”
“Yes.”
And then, he jerked back. For a moment he
stood completely still, an expression of shock on his face. Then he turned around and walked away
without a word.
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Seto Kaiba was leaning against his closed
door, still shocked. If it were only thoughts and pictures he would remember,
than he would be fine. But he also remembered feelings.
Like he needed that! Why did he have to
remember the things that didn’t matter anymore? The pale girl, whose soul was
his Blue-Eyes (which made him wonder if it shouldn’t be a dragoness), the
Pharaoh,
There were moments when he would think like
Priest Seto – he would think of the rules, the philosophy Akunadin had thought
him as the one he should fallow, even if his experience told him
differently. Or he would wonder about
the Pharaoh – not Yugi anymore.
He hated being confused and he was now. So
damn confused…
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