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Metempiricism
Chapter 4
Would You Leave With Me?
The latest J-POP hit wrapped the warm colored living room in fresh youthful splendor and made the occupant believe in something she never considered. Or perhaps she had? Isis tapped the pen in her right hand against her lips as she eyed the crossword puzzle before her. Her mind moved the melodies to the backburner of her thoughts and flipped through her mental thesaurus for the proper words. It was Saturday morning and her weekend was in full swing. A glass of freshly squeezed orange juice sat before her— half full —beside a plate where the crumbs of her wonderful breakfast had been. Things were already in full relaxation mode and it was barely nine. She had always been an earlier riser; enjoying greeting the sun in its entire glory before most do. This particular morning she had watched it glide through the sky since she had gone to bed fairly early the night before.
Sleep had been coming easier with all the stresses that plagued her mind and body into exhaustion. Between the heavy demand at work, coupled with her relationship with Kaiba and the whole Yami—let's just say the weekend was just what the doctor ordered. This was usually when Kaiba entertained partners and Yami focused on the shop and homework. It was strange that she found herself running from the two most important people in her life, outside of Malik and Odion. On one hand lied her best-friend and confidant; the friendship they shared radiated a warmth that kept her spirits high and heart pure. But Yami's demons often showed up, scattering her own unpleasant dreams across her pillows. While on the other hand was her lover; the feelings she had for him sometimes overwhelmed her to the point of prominent bliss, or the lesser side of heartache and heavy befuddlement.
Two very different people with similar problems in correlation with Isis: both leaving her either sad or happy. A bi-polar pull that left her tired. And to add insult to injury, they hated one another. At times she feared that she'd be forced to choose—forced to put a bigger priority on one or the other's relationship. But shouldn't she have already done that? The crossword puzzled slouched against her thighs as it withered under being forgotten. Wasn't she supposed to put Kaiba before Yami? They were in a relationship after all and if one day he became her husband—well, she had always seen that you put your lover before others. To show that you were truly devoted to them and what they could possibly expect from a marriage. However, she also had the notion that friends came before all next to family. That one should never sacrifice a friendship over a quested love. How many times had she witnessed a drama in passing to find two friends amending their relationship, because one had abandoned them over an unrequited love? Too many times—too many times to not consider it now.
Was she placing Yami before Kaiba? Here Kaiba had shown a blatant distaste for the man but she continued to hang out with him. Take his calls and even his late night visits that would never be told to the CEO. A pang of guilt rushed through her then; obviously these meetings were inappropriate. She and Yami both knew they were and would still have been seen as such outside of her being in a relationship. Recently they hadn't happened and she chopped it up to him focusing on schoolwork. But regardless of that— she was getting sidetracked —she needed to know if she was indeed putting Yami before Kaiba. She couldn't greatly recall a time she had placed the ex-pharaoh's needs before her boyfriend's. Whenever the brunet needed her she was always there. Even when he was surly about the company, she was there.
'Always there,' her mind mumbled in a hazed echo. Isis lifted her orange juice and drank down the contents. It was Saturday, her day—her day to focus on her, Isis Ishtar, not the problems of the week. Taking that into account, the ideas were pushed deep into the back of her mind and her smile returned as well as her relaxation. Gathering up her dishes, she entered the kitchen and cleaned them. She hummed along with the next selection and then returned to the living room to finish her crossword puzzle.
When only a few empty spaces remained, Isis cell-phone exploded to life in a melody that didn't seem like her tastes. The Teriyaki Boyz song 'Tokyo Drift' was looping through the chorus yet again while she searched for the device amongst the pillows and blankets. Once she retrieved it, a warm smile smoothed across her lips. Immediately she answered, "Ahki...your call warms my heart. Ahlan."
"Goodness Isis. If you're going to be so mushy every time I call you, I'm going to just stop." Malik's usual threat was spoken with very little serious undertones, causing him to sport a matching smile, though she couldn't see it.
"I miss you." She stood up from the couch and found purchase before one of her large windows. She watched the cars zoom by and people walk to and fro. "I miss you Malik," she reiterated to make sure he knew just how much.
"I miss you too Isis." Malik's tone was softer this time. She knew he meant it. "Are you still coming home for Christmas?"
"Of course; why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know if Kaiba..." Malik's voice faded out before a long sigh was emitted, "Isis, why?"
Isis shook her head at this constant question, "Because I care for him." This was a dead horse that Malik continued to attempt to beat to life.
"You also do for the pharaoh if not more."
"Atem is no longer a pharaoh, Marik..." Her tone turned to that of a warning and his sigh told her she had quieted the impending argument. "Now, how is Odion?"
The conversation went as it usually did. Malik updated her on the events of their lives. Malik confessed to still be single; claiming that his new quest was to find someone for Odion. Isis had laughed at the notion when she heard the disgruntled sound in the background, compliments of said brother. The conversation was calming, smooth and overall uplifting for Isis. Her heart truly ached for her family. The Christmas holiday was a mere four months away but it couldn't come soon enough. Finally the conversation came to an end and when her brother began to wrap things up, Isis was almost tempted to throw in a random topic; anything to keep her brother's voice on the line.
"I can't wait to see what you got me for Christmas Isis."
Isis couldn't help but chuckle at the selfish notion, "Of course Malik. I expect this time around my gift will not be covered in glitter?" Her smile widened with Odion's deep laughter was heard. She could almost see her little brother's frown.
"You LOVED that shirt Isis. Maybe I'll get you another? Instead of it saying 'Man Killer' how about 'Porn Star'?"
"Malik!" Now Odion's laugh was full blown in the background. He was probably imagining the look on Isis' face at such a statement. "I cannot wear such things."
"Sure you can. You wore 'Man Killer' right?"
"Hmm." Shaking her head she still didn't have the heart to confess she still hadn't worn the shirt.
A comforting pause came across the three before Malik gave a long sigh, "I suppose we'll go Isis."
A sad smile came across her lips; she didn't want the call to end, "Take care Ahkis. I miss and love you both."
"We miss and love you too Isis. Bye..." There was a slight pause before the line went dead.
Isis lowered the phone from her ear and watched as the screen automatically locked from the ended call. Taking in a deep breath she willed the lump in her throat to loosen. She really missed home. She had been in Domino City for some time and not once had it begun to feel like home—not how Cairo did. She still felt like the foreigner sent here on an impossible mission. Everything still felt obligated rather than chosen. Her profession was her only shining light as well as her friendships. Well, perhaps that shouldn't be plural. Her thoughts settled on Yami and she couldn't help but give a bitter smile. They had more in common than she was often ready to admit. This was one of those times.
Unlocking her phone she quickly accessed Kaiba's number and hesitated before allowing the device to dial out. After one ring she hung up and set her phone aside. She was getting weak; she needed to stop making the first move. Kaiba needed to step up and show her he wanted her—needed her. Moving back through the living room she decided to busy herself with cleaning. She turned her satellite-radio to mainstream American music. Turning up her entertainment center to an almost obnoxious level, the expensive technology washed the crisp sounds of upbeat Pop across the walls and floor. Combined with the vacuum cleaner, it was impossible for Isis to hear the known ring-tone in that moment. Or even view the cell's screen flashing 'Seto Kaiba' from across the room. Blissful ignorance always soured somewhere further down future actions.
Across Town
Golden lambency covered copper colored skin in rich warm waves that brought one's mind back to the days of Eden. Light covered his body in a way that his nudity didn't even seem inappropriate but really how we were supposed to be clothed—or lack thereof. Yami emitted a soft sigh and his eyes lulled open lazily catching the light in a haze of absolute satisfaction. His skin rippled over his lean muscles and he twiddled his toes thoughtfully. He loved Saturdays, especially sunny Saturdays. Every Saturday he started his day with a good breakfast before using the complex's amenities such as the workout room. After a long workout and even longer shower, he always found himself naked, hair still damp, lounging on his living room floor where the front door windows left the carpet covered in golden warm light.
His tongue peaked between his lips and lightly grazed his lips. Blinking lazily his body drank in the rays; his cool hair welcomed the helper in drying the locks. Yami loved the sun which was to be expected. It was a key element to his past life and thus very important to his current development in attempting to adjust. Though Japan wasn't as warm and welcoming as his past home had been, any ray of light that that giant star had to offer their galaxy, he welcomed it. Yugi had once walked into his home spotting this particularly strange practice. Naturally the young one had been embarrassed while Yami had offered he'd join him. He had always been comfortable in his body and being naked with another person present had never really bothered him. His culture hadn't regarded nudity in the same way the modern world did.
This had left him subject to pranks whenever Joey had offered they have a 'manly sleepover'. Once Yami had woken up outside on Joey's fire escape, still in his sleeping bag. But the joke had been on them when he had climbed out in all his naked glory— offering the male and female residents an eye-full so early in the morning —as he good-heartedly threatened them if they didn't unlock the door and let him back in. A few of the blonde's neighbors had even approached Joey asking when the next 'manly sleepover' would occur and if they were invited. They still had laughs about how the receptionist winked at Yami every time he came into the building.
Resting his hand on his chest, he thought about how many people have admired him physically. Yami was known for being confident in many faucets of his life; his appearance was one of those sides. He found himself attractive and at times loved how he stood out amongst the crowds. However, it didn't matter how many curious, envious or worshipping gazes he received, all that mattered was how Isis viewed him. He often mulled over whether she found him attractive. He knew it was an immaterial thought since they were best-friends— he often reminded himself —but he just couldn't help but fuss over the idea. Yami wondered if he ever posed the question to Isis what her response would be. Would she not answer at the fear of hurting his feelings? He and Kaiba were exact opposites aesthetically.
While he held a healthy glow, Kaiba was pale; showing that his heart did not indeed beat. His blue eyes didn't hold the fire and passion Yami's ruby peepers did. A coldness that was only associated with death lingered in the cobalt colored irises. Sure the man's height was superior to Yami's but when Isis' wasn't wearing heels—his mind halted. Sitting up on his elbows he realized he was bashing Kaiba. He had a hard time feeling bad for doing so. Since the day in the park, his blood had caught fire with the mere idea of the CEO. So rather than contact Isis or even go visit Yugi, he had stayed in his home sulking. Of course he had gone to class and did his homework, which had worked as an excellent distraction, but now the weekend was upon him and he was back to petty thoughts.
"Kaiba..." It left his lips in a growl and he closed his eyes, strumming his fingers on his bare chest. "Isis..." Despite himself a smile slid across his lips.
He imagined her lying next to him; skin warm from the sunlight. One of her long legs wrapped around one of his, head resting on his chest while her long hair tickled across his skin. She'd then turn her head, gazing up at his face from against his chest; finally mumble those three words he wanted to hear so badly from her. Rolling his eyes, he cursed himself for such foolish ideas. It wasn't going to happen and the quicker his heart accepted this loss the sooner he could move on. Find a nice girl in Domino and finally have a love all his own. But that wonderful plan always fell through whenever he saw Isis and she offered a smile that had his hopes hanging by their fingertips. It was silly to think she never smiled like that with anyone else but it was safe to assume. At least that's what the inner arrogant chibi version of himself told him.
He casted a glance to the phone sitting on his coffee table and considered calling Isis. Maybe she'd want to hang out? The weather was nice and it would be nice seeing her. He hadn't talked to her since the incident and a part of him felt bad for just walking off like that. Spotting a pile of clean laundry sitting in his basket by the couch, patiently waiting to be folded, he spotted her hankie. Perhaps he could blame his need to see her on needing to return her hankie? He chuckled at the silliness of the idea. Slowly he rolled over and forced his body up, making his way over to the basket. Picking up the hankie he eyed it warily before his phone jostled to life.
Reaching around he found it was a text message. Unlocking the phone, he found it to be from an unknown number, making the message much more interesting than needed. It read: Hey Yami. This is Tamiko from Dr. Kada's class. I'm not going to make small talk, so...would you be interested to going to a party with me tonight? Oh, I got your number from the directory online.
Yami's eyes reread the message and he wondered if this was a joke. Tamiko from his class was asking him on...a date? Well, she didn't specify if it was a date but she was inviting him to a party—just him. She wasn't trying to make this a group thing and a part of him wished she was. Then again, he didn't rightly know that. College parties always yielded at least one or two people there that you were acquainted with or recognized. And since it was a party, you could easily start talking to them if things got too awkward with the company you arrived with. But why was he even considering these social scenarios? He wasn't going. Yami did not party, well, unless invited. He had gone out a few times with Yugi and the gang but never solo. Was he nervous?
He looked down at the shirt in his hand and allowed it to unfold, holding the material at the shoulders. Oddly enough it was the best shirt for the offered evening. Glancing at the pile of pants, he decided to play things by chance. If he stuck his hand in the trousers and picked the pair of pants he wanted, if he were to go to the party, then he would text Tamiko back and accept her invitation. He needed to expand his horizons and he had just considered finding another beyond Isis. Due to his reluctance he knew taking a chance was the best option in deciding. Taking a breath he leaned over and shoved his arm into the pile. Digging around for a moment, he slowly pulled a set of pants out.
"Dear Ra..." Truly the 'Heart of the Cards' didn't discriminate. Picking up his phone he sent a text back that read: Sounds like fun. Swallowing, he set the phone aside and began folding the shirts and pants. Looking down at the hankie resting atop of the shirt pile he wondered if accepting was indeed a smart move in the direction he needed to go in. But then again, the young were always picking their desires over the essentials.
That Night
Isis' face was frozen in a mask of cordiality as she smiled warmly at the woman hanging off the older man's arm. She listened as Kaiba spoke charismatically and smoothly to the fellow business man. Her stomach was twisting in knots and her breathing was starting to quicken. She got stressed and naturally she had dealt with great bundles of anxious energy, but in this moment her dress felt tighter than needed. Acquiring the black cocktail dress had been of Isis' own devices and expenses. For once, Kaiba hadn't forced her into anything he hand-selected from a designer. But even though it was her own dress, the moment she had put it on it had felt too tight. Though it was lovely and she enjoyed wearing such things since it was a rarity, she felt claustrophobic.
Anytime Kaiba requested her presence to these galas she felt stuck, trapped. Her mind replayed the phone call; remembering how the brunet had seemed to ask her in apology for what had happened. For him closing himself off—here he was leaving himself wide open, inviting her into an intricate part of his world. But the moment they arrived he had quickly told her in a way as if reminding her, that he required her to translate where he needed. Translate? He had invited her here to work not have her company; to present her as his romantic interest. No, to use her as a back-up for international persons and being a pretty escort was a plus. The dress felt even tighter now. She took in a deep breath and released a sigh. Now she was sure it was shrinking on its own.
"Nei mou si'yama?"
Isis caught the eyes of the younger woman standing next to the business man. The Cantonese sounded more familiar than needed and she nodded sweetly. "Yo'u." She took in another breath and smiled to the woman she remembered saying was named Tailan. Tailan returned the smile but still seemed concerned with Kaiba's companion. She squeezed her fiancé's arm and the Chinese business man's words softened slightly. Said man who simply went by Jai, patted the hand resting on his arm and Isis watched as Tailan was comforted by her lover, and she felt her dress shrink further. Glancing at Kaiba she caught his eyes in that moment and he raised a brow in almost irritation. Was she embarrassing him? Facing the two she quietly said, "M̀h'hóu yisi."
She bowed to the two and the power couple returned it before Isis made her escape. She moved through the crowd quickly but without raising any suspicions. As soon as she reached the hall she felt her breath coming in pants now. Through the exit she went to the gardens to the side of the hall and breathed in the fresh air, hyperventilating heavily. She collapsed onto a bench and tried her best to catch her breath. What if she passed out? What if she was found dead? Her breathing continued to thrust through her body and she wondered what the hell was going on.
Suddenly the sound of the exit door being thrust open entered her ears and she spotted Kaiba making a beeline for her. Immediately he shoved off his suit coat and draped it around her. "What the hell is wrong?" The night wasn't even cool but he was trying. Trying for what exactly?
"Can't—breathe!" Isis gasped as she started to feel dizzy.
He reached down and pulled her up and into his arms. He supported her limp body against his and he buried her face into his chest. Gently he stroked her hair while the other hand caressed her back in small circles. Immediately Isis felt a calm come over her and she felt her lungs relax as well as her mind stop its insistent spinning. Softly her breath corrected itself and she took the opportunity to wrap her shaking arms around Kaiba, who simply held her even tighter—impossibly tighter if possible. The moments passed and Isis tried everything in her not to breakdown. Suddenly she had the desire to cry and she wasn't ready to look weak—to look weak in front of Kaiba. But shouldn't that be the first person she shouldn't be afraid to do so in front of?
"Seto...I—"
"You had an anxiety attack." He braced her shoulders and pushed her back in order to make eye contact. The daunting haze to his eyes gave her the idea that perhaps he knew the sensation first hand.
"Have you ever had one?" Her words came out so small they disappeared into the night air.
"You need to stop stressing over stupid things." Adjusting the coat around her, he looked off in the distance before focusing his attention back on her. "Do you want to leave?"
"Will you come with me?"
"No." His eyes shifted away. "I have to see the evening through."
"Well..." Isis felt stupid for jumping to conclusions. Of course he wouldn't have left. The fact that he had calmed her down had been more than he probably wanted to do. She had only gotten so much from Kaiba and rather than take what she could get, she had just pushed for more making him uncomfortable. Baby-steps she reminded herself. "I will...I will push through with you."
"No." His eyes returned and they were serious. "I'm calling Roland to take you home."
The intensity of his gaze caused her heart to quicken and she wondered if she had frightened him. "Seto...I'm sorry." Rather than respond he walked back into the building. Isis felt her knees give out and she found herself once more on the bench. What was she doing? Why did she apologize? Why was Kaiba even with her? She didn't know how long she had been sitting there mulling over things but something inside of her clicked. Entering back into the party she spotted the CEO speaking with his loyal assistant and approached the men.
"Thank you for the lovely evening Seto. Also, Roland, there is no need for you to take me home. I have a cab waiting." Returning Kaiba's jacket, she didn't wait for the questionnaire and rather exited.
She retrieved her purse from the holding room and went outside to the hustle and bustle of the downtown weekend nightlife. Picking a direction, Isis readied her feet and walked. She didn't know where she was going or how she was getting there, but as long as it was away from Kaiba, she was okay. A yearning began to fill her heart and the pounding music in the distance invited her in. It promised lies told in the dark but more importantly, a needy embrace. Something she had experienced this evening before it was snatched away. Her body still longed for this embrace, so in a haze of emotional hysteria, her feet carried her faster towards the entertainment district.
Downtown
"PARTY PEOPLE WHERE Y'ALL AT!" The guest American DJ called across the large room. The young people roared to life with the proclamation followed by the ultimate music mix, the infamous underground DJ was known for. The room was thumping with bass; strobe lights rattled the vision of dancing before a kaleidoscope of lasers and lights, flashed across the jumping bodies in great celebration. Dancing was a subjective topic on the dance floor since there was no real consistency of movement. Grinding was in abundance as it was with any party but others were doing moves no one could interpret or replicate.
Yami watched as another cluster of girls hit the dance floor, dancing among their friends before boys cut in. One of the girls spotted him looking and made eyes at him. Naturally he acted as if he didn't see her; even going as far as to look around the room at the other partiers. "Hmm..."
"You don't see her?" Tamiko was standing to his right looking out over the crowd as if it was breeding ground for bacteria—which it sort of is.
"I'm not interested." Yami casted a small smile to his current company and used it to actually give Tamiko a good look over. He wouldn't deny the girl was pretty for she truly was. Her features gave any look she had a mysterious air border-lining on brooding. Her eyes were a golden hazel which was framed by rich chocolate brown hair. She was wearing a white cut off shirt, low-cut dark colored jeans and a pair of heels. Her arms were covered in bangles and she had a single glow-stick hanging from her neck radiating pink light. "See anyone you like?" His eyes shifted to the blue glow-stick hanging from his own neck. Everyone received one at the door.
"I do." She smiled his direction before once more panning over the crowd.
Yami did the same wondering how much fun Tamiko thought he was going to be. Though he hated to admit it due to the easy opening for jokes, he had become a bit of an old man. During his pharaoh heydays, he had attended countless parties in the name of politics and pleasure. Lately, due to his daily dilemmas, he had become reclusive especially from social gatherings. Now here he was, out and about, with a pretty single girl giving him obvious looks and he couldn't even find the words to make witty conversation. This was all wrong. Yami was young in terms of body and fresh starts—yet he was old and stale in spirit.
Leaning in close to her neck, he caught a whiff of her sweet perfume before calling into her ear, "I have a confession... I don't know how much fun I'll be tonight."
Tamiko chuckled before leaning into his own ear, "I'm plenty of fun for the both of us." She smiled before motioning her head towards the dance floor. Without waiting, she immediately hit the floor and began dancing to the current beat.
Yami watched her fun dance slowly turn slightly provocative and couldn't deny the very male part of him, wanted to go out there and join her. However, the brooding side of him was less than interested. No, that brooding side would be interested if he spotted a caramel skinned woman with an hour-glass figure. He took a gander at Tamiko's petite frame and cursed himself for constantly comparing every girl to Isis. Leaning against the wall, he braced the bottom of his right foot against it and sighed. Perhaps he was doomed to being a wallflower?
Sure enough, that's what the night turned into. Yami didn't know how long he had been standing there but he had watched numerous guys dance with Tamiko. A few girls he recognized from Domino University also approached her in familiar greetings. That same group of females had offered him questioning looks before ushering Tamiko off through the crowd. He had yet to see her since. He took this as a cue to leave and made plans on his way to the door to text Tamiko an apology. But before Yami could scoot past the traffic towards the exit that was also next to the entrance, a song took over his mind. Not sure how the song held significance to his current mindset, his body was bent on investigating.
Before he knew it, the ex-pharaoh was on the dance floor showing an ancient movement that transcended contemporary concepts. His body followed the music while his mind processed nothing; it blanked out to allow the music to agitate his muscles into moves he had stored away. The tantalizing swivel of his hips, accompanied by the haughty expression he wore from his known superiority in dance, attracted many jealous looks as well as interested eyes. A particular duo of girls had been staring long enough and made their move. The slightly slutty girls sandwiched Yami in what should have been quite the situation but as soon as the one in the back grabbed his hips, while the one in the front made heavy lustful eye contact, he felt a sinking feeling. Rather than continue the dance, he slinked from between the two and made a beeline for the door.
Entering into the night air he considered his choices: was he doomed to empty romantic advances or even emptier sex? Why did he want Isis so bad? He smoothed a bang behind his ear in irritation and felt his face literally flare in irritation. He had never even had her but he was having the worst time moving past her. This heavy need was indeed a crush. For it crushed him into the same spot of his chimerical excursions. He was pinned in a timeline that wasn't even meant to be created. Boy did he feel like a fool. In this moment Pegasus flashed through his mind oddly enough. Now he saw why the man fought so despicably for a lost love. Yami hadn't even had this love but he was ready to move mountains and boil oceans if it meant coming a mere centimeter closer to his goal.
Pausing on the street corner he prepared to hail a cab and just go home. Luckily he hadn't ridden his bike downtown since he didn't know how parking would be. At this point, he was in no mindset to ride home; he would instead wander aimlessly around the city till the sun rushed him home. Catching one of the moving yellow cars, he lifted his hand and hailed. Near him he heard a soft voice call out for the same car. Turning his head he spotted the last person he wanted to see. "Isis...?"
Isis turned and caught the eyes of the young man. She hadn't expected to run into anyone she recognized better yet knew down by this particular part of town. She had arrived with the intention of doing well, something. Yet nothing had happened. Many men had offered to pay her way into many establishments but she had declined out of her guarded nature. This wasn't the place for her. You would not find Isis Ishtar in a club, scandalously clad, dancing the night away. Not by her motives and rarely by the motives of others would this occur. This night had attempted to take her to the boundaries of who she was in the name of lunacy, but she was still ready to fight this. And somehow, standing there on that sidewalk, catching the slightly irritated but concerned eyes of Yami, she melted into a sense of being. A sense of being herself; she was Isis Ishtar, after all.
"Atem..." The utterance of his name came out in relief; as a child would when finally spotting their lost parents. Yami felt his heart swell despite himself. "Truly you are a sight for sore eyes." Her words were spoken cautiously and she stepped closer to him. She clutched the small purse in both hands and appeared demure in her nature.
"Do you wish to share the cab Isis?" Was all Yami could muster with his heart pounding in his chest. Her eyes glittered with moisture and all he wanted to do was take her in his arms, giving her the assurance she so desperately longed for.
"Momkin low samaHt...?"
"Ai khidma..." Yami opened the door for her and he joined her in the backseat.
Quickly he told the cab driver the address of Isis' apartment and the car took off back into traffic. The two sat in a comfortable silence; occasionally glancing at the other. Eventually their eyes met and Isis offered a small curve of lips. There was the smile Yami was sure was only for him. This time he had proof right? The cab driver was present and Isis wasn't smiling his way in the same manner was she? Reaching out she looped her closest arm with his and intertwined their fingers in a firm handhold. She scooted closer because of their appendages being so closely wound and closed the remaining of the distance by resting her head on his shoulder. Yami licked his lips anxiously before resting his head atop of hers.
Isis felt her body trying to curl into the warm body but she resisted. She wasn't ready to give all of her woes away. Not just yet and not to this person. "Truly this was a night for fools, Atem."
Staring down at the interwoven fingers, Yami couldn't agree more. "Indeed."
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Hmm...don't have much to say about this chapter in fear of giving something away. I'm curious on everyone's thoughts in regards to this chapter. Can you all handle an emotionally weak Isis? Yami surely can't. More about our crumbling lady in the future as well as our brood-tastic ex-Pharaoh! And naturally more ass-ery from Kaiba.
Arabic Words:
Ahki – Brother
Ahlan – Hello/Welcome
Momkin low samaHt – Could you please?
Ai khidma – My pleasure
Cantonese Words:
Nei mou si'yama – Are you okay?
Yo'u – Yes
M̀h'hóu yisi – Excuse me (To get someone's attention)
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