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A Kiss From The Past

Seto set down the phone and leaned back in his chair, his head pounding and his mind moving a mile a minute. He'd just rescheduled his last two meetings and the board members were not pleased about it at all. But it was for the best he thought as he massaged his temples with his already tired fingers. He'd had another strange dream last night, only bits and pieces but it was enough to shake him up. It had been similar to when Isis had sent them both back to the past to convince him to hold that tournament so that she could retrieve the God cards only this time he'd been part of the dream as oppose to a spectator. Could it possibly be that the dreams and visions he had been having were from that prior life when he'd been a sorcerer in the Egyptian court. But then where did Rika fit in he questioned as he rose from his seat and walked across the room towards the couch sitting against the wall. Long ago he'd had a couch put in here for Mokuba to lay on when he came to visit and had never bothered to get rid of. Sitting down in it Kiaba lay back against it and closed his tired eyes as he pictured her in her mind. The similarities between her and the phantom Ri were unmistakable, was it possible she'd been reincarnated as he had? One of those damn circles Isis was always talking about. The only thing to do was to talk to Yami; it was possible that he would know the answer despite the fact that the old pharaoh had many holes in his memories of his past life. Yami had gone off with his friends on a trip though and wouldn't be back for a while according to Yugi's grandfather. He'd just have to wait until then to talk to Yami, meanwhile he thought as his eyes began to drift close, it couldn't hurt to shut his eyes for a few minutes and take a break. Asleep as soon as his eyes closed the millionaire slid down the couch and lay down, too tired to even care as his mind slipped into slumber, his dreams were of the last face he'd pictured in his mind.

Rika figured that it had been the summer heat. Because she was in the city she'd been more exposed to the heat of this year's summer and that had resulted in her seeing things that weren't really there. In fact if she put her mind to it she could probably explain everything. She found Seto attractive and since nothing could come of it she'd mentally created a world in which something could possibly happen. She'd always hated being an only child so she'd created an older brother who loved her and treated her well. She'd created her world in ancient Egypt because that was her favourite time period in history. She could explain everything but that didn't ease her mind one little bit. It all boiled down to her gut instinct which said that this was more then just a case of over imagination or heat stroke, it was something else. The dreams and flashbacks were just too real and she remembered them afterwards despite the fact that usually one forgets their dreams soon after having them. So then what was the logical explanation for it all? She wasn't remembering a book or video or anything like that; perhaps, perhaps they were memories? But that was too crazy, couldn't be, could never happen; could it?

Shaking her head at the stupidity of her own thoughts Rika pushed them to the back of her thoughts as the elevator continued to rise higher and higher in to the air. Normally she preferred walking to elevators but of course Kiaba had to have his office on the top floor of an over thirty floor building. She was in good shape but didn't have the hour it would take to do it to spare. Last night she'd dreamed about duelling her so called brother Yami and Rika couldn't help but wish it had been true in that she'd had the Blue Eyes White Dragon. Her favourite card above all else she'd tried everything to get a hold of one of the cards but had never succeeded; especially after all of them had found their way into Kiaba's hands. But what a card Rika thought with a wistful look as she pictured the great monster, now there was a digimon even Cyberdramon would run from. Since her cousin had played duel cards professionally like Rika had with Digimon cards Rika knew the duel game well enough to know that anyone who had the blue eyes was the one with the ultimate aces. Her old duel deck consisted of mostly Dragon and Spell type cards, with surprises thrown in to make things interesting. She'd never played professionally so she'd never put much effort into the deck. Well she wasn't here to play duel monsters anyway so it really didn't matter. But it wouldn't hurt to maybe challenge Seto to a duel later on; the weird dreams had seemed to have renewed her interest in the game. How would her Neo, the Magic Swordsman would hold up against a Blue Eyes? He'd probably obliterate it within a couple of turns.

The ping sound of the elevator reaching its destination rang out and Rika walked through the doors that opened to reveal the top floor of the Kiaba Core Building. It was just after noon and

Rika hoped that there would be no interruptions this time because they only had an hour and a half before Kiaba had another meeting to go to. Thinking that Rika picked up her pace, walking past the secretary that was apparently manning the phones while Kiaba's secretary was on her lunch break. The woman was busy doing her nails and didn't even see Rika walk past her. Stopping in front of Kiaba's door Rika knocked carefully, waiting for him to answer her. When no response came she knocked again and again before giving up. Shrugging her shoulders she opened the door to the office and peeked her head inside. It was rather dark in the room and she figured that Kiaba must have been called away and that she might as well go in and get set up before he got there. Walking in she was just about to look for the light switch when her gaze landed on the couch and the person residing on it.

Eyes wider then usual Rika quietly walked over to her desk and placing her bag upon it turned back to look at the couch. Unable to resist she walked over to the couch and looked down at the sleeping figure. Usually Kiaba looked so strong and in control but he didn't look so tough when he was sleep. His features were relaxed for once and except for the slight bags under his eyes looked completely and utterly like any nineteen-year-old. His dark brown hair was slightly mussed from sleep and he had long eyelashes that Rika hadn't really noticed until now. He'd probably just sat down for a moment and had ended up falling asleep given that Rika would have bet Renamon that Kiaba would never do this normally. Looking over her shoulder at the desk piled high with papers Rika sighed then looked back at him, the poor guy. Decision already made Rika walked over to the coat rack and took one of Kiaba's coats off a hook that he'd left there despite the weather. Carrying it back with her she folded it up and into a make shift pillow for his head. Carefully she slide it under his head and pushing his bangs out of his eyes made her way over to the desk to see what she could do about all these papers before he had to go to that meeting.

An hour later Rika was rubbing her hands over her face but was glad that at least she'd managed to lower the piles a bit. It would appear that Kiaba wasn't one for trusting his secretary to do her job properly and had taken to doing a lot of her work for her. A good way to insure that things were done your way but a bad idea stress and time wise. Looking at her watch and then back at the couch Rika regretted having to wake him up but he'd be furious if he missed the meeting and he'd be mad enough as it was that she hadn't woken him for his lesson. Standing up Rika stretched her back and shoulders before making her way around the desk and across the room. He hadn't made a peep since she'd gotten there but she hadn't really expecting him to do something so undignified as snore or turn a lot. No he was in the same position as she'd left him, only his bangs being so stubborn as to fall back over his face. Crouching down beside him Rika felt her eyes blur up and then blinked at the changes that had taken place during those lost milliseconds.

As before Kiaba lay before her only now the couch he lay upon was made of metal and was heaped with pillows and fine cloth for his comfort. Instead of a business suit he wore loose white pants and no shirt, his arms pillowing his head and his chest rose and fell with every breath. He wore a simple chain around his neck with a dragon figure hanging from the middle of it against his well-tanned chest. His head was bare and for some reason that seemed unusual to her though she'd never seen him wearing a hat or anything on his head. His hair was shorter and Rika's eyes went wider as she realized that it wasn't Kiaba laying in front of her but the High Priest Seto from her dreams, the one who was like Kiaba and yet wasn't. She was dreaming again Rika realized as she lifted a hand to rub the back of her neck but stopped when her hand hit what felt like a necklace or chain. Looking down at her chest Rika saw that there was a chain hanging from her neck, the same chain that Kiaba had shown her and Mokuba that day in his office. Right down to the sapphire eyes Rika thought as she lifted it up to get a better look at it. Strangely enough Rika could almost swear that the eyes of the dragon were glowing and she dropped it, letting it fall back against her chest. Speaking of which she was wearing a dress similar to the one she'd been wearing in all her visions of the past that she'd been having.

Boy had they ever known how to dress in those days. Turning back to Seto Rika watched his chest continue to rise and fall and before she knew what her hand intended it was reaching out to gently stroke Seto's cheek, the feel of is skin under her fingers vaguely familiar. As he didn't stir Rika didn't see the harm in it and gently stroked his face, running her fingers lazily across his face, smiling when he instinctively nuzzled her hand before nodding off into oblivion again. Leaning closer Rika stared at his face as her fingers caressed the face she was gazing upon. She knew this face, not just because it was so similar to Kiaba's but from somewhere else. She knew that mouth and those cheekbones, knew the textures of his skin and the feel of his hair. But how did she know it. Wishing that his eyes were open Rika leaned closer, her hand falling away to brace her hands against the couch as she brought her face within inches of his. Oh how she loved this man was the last thought in her head before she closed the few inches and placed her lips upon his. Gently kissing him Rika closed her eyes, concentrating only on showing him how much she cared for him, the situation and consequences not even entering into it.

Seto kissed her back and wondered why on earth he hadn't done this before. He'd been dreaming about the time he'd battled Pegasus for Mokuba and had just gotten to the part when he'd been about to lose when the scene had changed and he'd been standing on a balcony in Ancient Egypt, Ri's hands upon his face as she caressed it. He'd had eyes only for her and he'd watched her run her fingers along his face, could think of nothing but her. It hadn't mattered what the consequences would be if they were discovered, all that had matter was that she never stop her delightful torture. Then her hands had moved to frame his face, drawing his head down to hers and he hadn't even thought of stopping her. The touch of her lips against hers was a gift from the gods that he thanked Horus for and he'd eagerly pulled her against his chest, the two fitting together like they were two pieces of a puzzle. The taste of her, the feel of her in his arms was heaven it's self and struggling to open his eyes Seto looked into her face. But it wasn't Ri's face Seto realized as he backed away slightly to stare at the woman's who's eyes had opened to stare at him as well, it was Rika. Blinking in confusion Seto stared at the face a foot away from his, confusion and sleep working against his tired brain.

Staring into his eyes he saw longing and pain in her eyes and unable to see such things in her eyes pulled her back to him and sitting up on the couch practically pulled her onto his lap as he kissed her on the lips. His arms wrapping around her waist to hold her there against him as he returned her passion, her own arms wrapping around his neck as she returned the sentiment. Seconds past and then the sounds of loud knocking broke through the haze and they drew back once more. Rika, practically in his lap gasped lightly as they stared at each other, both breathing hard as they're eyes held each other for a second before turning their heads to look towards the door where the knocking was coming from. Jumping off his lap at the same time he got up quickly the two shared another glance before Kiaba turned, giving her his back as he got control over his raging emotions.

"Mr. Kiaba, your meeting is in four minutes." His secretary called from the other side of the door. "You wanted me to remind you just in case?"

"I'll be out shortly." Kiaba called out more harshly then he'd intended. Concentrating on the sound of his secretary scurrying away at the sound of his voice he ignored Rika, unable to comprehend what had happened. He must have fallen asleep on the couch but that didn't explain how he'd ended up with Rika in his arms as they made out like a couple of teenagers. When had she come in and hadn't they had a meeting today? Was that the meeting his secretary had been talking about? Eyes going to the clock Seto blinked as he saw that it was the meeting scheduled after his meeting to Rika that she'd been referring to. He must have slept through their meeting. "Why didn't you wake me?" He asked, spinning on his heels to look at her. She looked completely composed and if it weren't for the redness of her lips and the higher then usual colour on her cheeks he would have assumed that he'd just imagined everything.

"You look exhausted, even in your sleep. There wasn't any point in waking you up to teach you about things you were too tired to learn." Rika said coolly, praying for a miracle like to disappear into thin air. She had kissed him, she had taken advantage of him while he was sleeping and now he was acting like it had never happened. Maybe he'd still been to tired to realize what had happened, Rika thought with a burst of hope, which died a quick death at the way he was staring at her lips.

"You should have woken me up." Seto said coldly as he turned his back on her to stare at his desk then blinked again. The piles were smaller then when he'd left them, had his secretary dared to come in and touch his work?

"I didn't have anything to do so I caught you up on some paperwork." Rika said, seeing where his gaze had landed. "A lot of the stuff was just typing so I typed out those letters in good copy and saved them on the hard drive as well as printed them out for your signature. And I also noticed some mistakes in a report you got from your production managers and wrote notes on the mistakes, they're on the sticky notes attached to it in case you want to see." She added nervously, thinking that maybe it hadn't been such a good idea after all. She'd just wanted to make things easier for him, not upset him.

She had done some of his work for him because she'd thought he needed the break. She'd let him sleep even though he as only paying her for actual lessons and had done what she could to lighten his workload for the day to make up for the work he hadn't done while he was asleep. "You didn't have to do this." Seto said looking at her again, unsure of what to say. Mentioning the couch incident was out of the question, he'd rather face a boardroom of mutinous shareholders then bring up what had happened.

"I wanted to." Rika said walking over to his desk to pick up her bag. "You should be going to your meeting, what time should I come tomorrow?" She added, hoping more then she should that there would be a tomorrow.

"Same time tomorrow if it's all right for you." Seto said carefully, hoping that she would even though he had a feeling that he'd be better off never to see her again. When he had kissed her-that could never happen again. He had no time for affairs or women, it would be a mistake to think otherwise. But still he wanted her to return and called himself more a fool then Wheeler for it.

"Fine." Rika said with a short nod. "Till then Mr. Kiaba." She added, needing the formality of it. Nodding again she walked out of the room leaving Kiaba to stare after her before his gaze turned back to the couch which had caused all this trouble. Walking over to it Seto drew back his foot and gave it one sharp kick before walking over to his desk to retrieve the papers he'd need for his meeting.

Well that it, sorry for the mush but I am a romance writer and I know you're probably gagging shadow wulf but I had to, it was an idea that wouldn't leave me. For everyone else I hope you liked this latest chapter and that you'll take the time to review it to let me know what you think.