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
Five
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Isis Ishtar was calmly eating her lunch and
observing her host, who seemed to be concentrating more on his meal than on
her. It wasn’t as if Seto was doing something very unusual for himself and it
amused her to some extent. On the other hand she would have preferred to know
what the brown-haired youth wanted from her – which would make the whole story
a lot less complicated for both of them, she was sure. But not much was easy
concerning the young CEO.
“Hn?” the object of her thoughts made a sound,
which probably should be translated to “What are you staring at?”
“Oh, nothing. I was just wondering, if you’ll
be so nice and actually say a whole sentence,” she answered calmly, her voice
void of any sarcastic tune.
“Let’s say I’m laughing now,” Seto Kaiba
snorted.
“I’m charmed by your politeness,” she replied.
“But I’m surprised you invited me here.”
“Surprised, by what?”
“By the fact that you missed that there is
going to be a lot of paparazzi waiting for us at the entrance, so they can
photograph us when we come out.”
“I can deal with them,” the CEO shrugged and
returned to eating his meal. The Egyptian frowned lopsidedly, wondering where
all that confidence came from. But whatever was its reason, it seemed to be
endless.
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As soon as the two came out of the restaurant,
the flashes of cameras lit up the street. The reporters circled the
black-haired woman and her blue-eyed companion, grinning like sharks which just
spotted an easy pray. Most of them lost their confidence as soon as they
noticed Isis’ and Seto’s expressions. The Egyptian looked at them with complete
calmness, gazing like an ancient oracle, who knew all what was hidden – she
alone would probably be enough to make the paparazzi doubt if they found
another steamy story. But there was also the CEO of the Kaiba Corporation – the
tall enigmatic Japanese, who right now seemed like a statue made of steel –
while
“What do you want?” the tall youth asked, not
bothering to sound polite in the least. He had an opinion of a rude bastard and
he would uphold it, especially since it was very useful in dealing with such
leaches.
“Are you having an affair, Mister Kaiba?” one
of the journalists yelled preparing his recorder.
“And why should I answer that?” Seto
countered, staring at the individual, while his face didn’t betray his feeling
in the least.
“The public has the right to know!” one of the
reporters answered promptly.
“Ah… Yes, of course. Would you mind checking
what John Thompson is doing at seven o’clock that is so important that he can’t
get on time to work?” the Japanese businessman said, sounding rather bored. “I
am the public as well and I have the right to know.”
“But it’s not interesting to the public!”
“So I’m not the public? My, my… Or how come
what I do is more interesting?.. Not to mention, I though I had the right for privacy,” he glared at the assembled paparazzi.
“What I do concerns my company, not the public. Good bye, gentleman.”
After saying that he started to walk towards
his limo, treating the journalists as if they didn’t exist. It certainly made
some of them move back – or was it the fact that this young man had on opinion
of being a very ruthless creature?
Seto Kaiba only smirked with superiority and
when the circle of reporters was behind him and Isis he turned around to grace
them with one last comment:
“If any of you wishes to meet my lawyers, he
can publish some idiotic story about me in any cheap newspaper he might be
working for. But I wouldn’t advise doing that,” he said while smiling nastily.
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“Do you think you really dealt with them?” she
asked.
“If they try writing any nonsense, they’ll end
up in court,” she snorted with annoyance.
“Nonsense? Is this really nonsense, my boy?”
“Why do you keep calling my boy?” the CEO
sounded displeased.
“You’re younger than me, Seto,” she answered.
“So?”
“So I have every right to call you a boy.”
“You want us going ‘do not’ and ‘do too’?” he
asked with some faint amusement.
“It would do you well, if you stopped acting
so very adult…”
“You don’t expect me to act like a certain
immature pup?”
“I think, I missed the joke…” the Egyptian
feigned a sigh. “I haven’t seen any dogs when you were around.”
“I didn’t call him mutt or anything
dog-related around you?” the CEO sounded very surprised. “But I keep doing it
since we met!.. Or rather since he started annoying me with his mere
existence.”
“Yes… That explains everything.”
“Jounouchi Katuya.”
“The nice boy with blond hair and a sister
named Shizuka? I can imagine why you wouldn’t like him,” she said calmly.
“Is there a way to make you shut up?” Seto
sighed. “You either talk about this fortunetelling nonsense, or you act as if
you knew me.”
“Well, my boy… As a matter of fact you aren’t
as half difficult to understand as you think,” the Egyptian smirked. The tall
Japanese awarded her with a gaze which could rival with that of Queen
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