A/n: Rose-chan was nice enough to challenge me! Yay Rose! I had four weeks to write a trustshipping fic. ; The way I see it, if I can't finish a simple fan fic in a given amount of time I'll never finish anything. So I asked rose-chan to challenge me and here is the result! Thank you Rose! Please review!

To Those Who Dance

Tokyo Japan

Seto paced the small hotel room with worry.

Mokuba was on the phone, which Seto had switched to speaker, feeling the need to move.

"Are you sure you're okay alone? I can come pick you up. I don't know how long I'm going to be here."

Seto was twenty-one years old now and Mokuba was more than capable of taking care of himself.

"Seto, I'm sixteen. Remember, you were running a company and terrorizing Yugi when you were my age. You cannot come pick me up, I'm at school and if I'm out of class any longer I'm going to get detention again."

Seto glanced at the clock.

"I thought you had lunch at noon."

Mokuba snickered and Seto could just see him rolling his eyes.

"That's three hours from now. You're in Tokyo remember, Domino is three hours behind you."

Seto sat down on the edge of the bed.

" So you'll call me at three?"

He heard an exasperated sigh on the other end.

"No I'll call you at noon now I have to go. Don't worry big bro; I'll be just fine. If I get lonely I'll just invite some of my friends over."

Seto picked up the phone again.

"Okay but if you need me, I don't care what time it is..."

Mokuba echoed his last words with him.

"Don't hesitate to call. I know."

Seto looked skyward for a moment.

"Okay, stay safe."

He and Mokuba hung up and he lay back against the cold sheets with a groan.

'When did he grow up? Stop being old Mokuba, grow down some.'

He chuckled to himself.

'I can't believe I thought that.'

Suddenly he felt a pang of guilt as he remembered something Mokuba had said.

Remember, you were running a company and terrorizing Yugi when you were my age.

'And I'd been raising you all by myself for four years. What is your life like? I know you're happy but every now and then I see that hurt in your eyes. Like the night I broke up with Anzu. You liked having her around.'

Maybe it was lack of sleep, or the sudden urge to have a female companion that had crept up on him in the last year, but Seto suddenly saw a face as he closed his eyes.

A sun-warn but youthful honey skinned face, and he at once recognized her.

And then just as quickly, the name that the face belonged to.

"Isis."

It rolled off his tongue and into the empty room with the ease that it had nearly six years ago.

What ever had made him think of her, he suddenly couldn't keep his mind from her.

He sank into the plush pillow and gave a sigh.

As he drifted into a loose sleep he back to see images of her.

In one she lay sleeping in a room he'd never seen, and in another she was play dueling her insane brother.

But the most exciting, yet disturbing, he was kissing her.

His hands trailed up her bare arms and his long slender fingers caressed her jaw-line.

He gripped her slim waist with his free arm, basking in the feel of her dress, a thin muslin that seemed drenched in lavender perfume.

The scent drove him mad.

Her long black satin like hair spilled over her shoulders and his fingers immediately rose to it, gently sliding them through.

It was only at this moment he realized they were standing in a park.

He flung around to see a crowd had gathered.

He turned back to her, expecting to see a hurt or humiliated look but only found amazing brown eyes that glittered with delight.

Suddenly he jumped awake in a cold sweat and looked around.

He was still in the hotel.

Taking a deep breath he looked over at the clock to find that only five minuets had passed.

He laid there for a few minutes and finally decided he needed to go for a walk.

Walking seemed to help clear his mind as he strolled casually along the busy sidewalk. He stopped with amusement as he saw himself on a TV.

There he stood on his great battle tower glaring up at his opponent, Yugi.

But suddenly the camera panned around to the small group of watchers.

He rolled his eyes as it passed Jonouchi.

'Still a mutt.'

His eyes softened as it went by Anzu and he hung his head for a moment.

'I'm really sorry things didn't work out.'

Unexpectedly, the object of his contemplation appeared standing behind Malik.

He quickly turned away from the screen, only to have his heart stop.

There she stood, right in front of him.

She was facing away from him, waiting to cross the street.

He caught her just as the light turned green and pulled her back into his arms, holding her tightly.

"I've been thinking about you. What are you doing back in Japan?"

The frightened voice that spoke was not that of Isis Ishtal and he let go of her.

"I don't know who you are sir."

He stared at her in total shock as she turned to face him.

He suddenly bowed respectively to her.

"I'm sorry miss, you looked like someone I used to know."

Without another word he walked away.

Two hours and a hand full of minutes later found him sitting on a park bench right out side of his hotel.

It was nearing three and he knew Mokuba would be calling any minute.

He'd forgotten why he wanted Mokuba to call now, but he knew Mokuba wouldn't be happy to have to call for nothing after almost getting in trouble that morning so Seto had to think of something that sounded important.

He sat mindlessly watching the people walk by, every now and then catching sight of a woman who in some slight way resembled his new found crush.

Suddenly a scream pierced the air and Seto leapt to his feet.

Looking around his heart stopped as he saw a tall woman running straight for him.

He reacted without thinking and grabbed her arm, pulled her quickly into the ally.

He pressed himself against her tightly as he cover her mouth, watching six men in business suits run by.

When he uncovered her mouth and stepped back he stared at her.

"Isis?"

She was just as shocked as he was.

"Seto?"

Heeheehee, cliffie! Lol r&r please!