Seto Kaiba, 26, is more than a millionaire. With his brother all grown up and Kaiba Corp. at its peak, he finds himself a challenge short in life. He has nothing more to do, nothing more to conquer; yet he has never been more anxious than he is now. Sitting in his desk, paper work all done, signed and filled, Seto stares at the his computer clock.
16:00 flat it read; an hour more to go before the regular office hours end. Seto stood up and walked the floor length glass windows. Looked down at the streets, then onto the horizons, thinking of where the future will lead him. The sun was far from setting, but his mind drifted to the dessert sunset. "Isis," he whispered. The restlessness left his head and spread down to his spine. In a swift motion he walked out of his office with his coat on hand and drove away alone.
Traffic is always impossible in New York City. He should've taken the helicopter, but it's not really the kind of entrance he wanted to make. Getting to the Met took a lot longer than he had patience for, but he got there nonetheless. He parked his car, locked the doors, and checked his pockets; then he took a last glance at his reflection before walking away.
Seto, got himself a ticket and tried to maintain the lowest profile possible. He did not want any public attention today, even more so than usual. He made his way to the Egyptian exhibit and walked around a bit. He saw the closed section and noted the few contents he saw from afar. He still could not place it within himself how he feels about the memories of his past life. It was a challenge for him to accept that he had one to begin with, let alone 'it' coming out to take control every now and then. He reached into his pocket and grabbed onto its contents as he stood in front of a life size statue of the goddess Isis. His subconscious could not help but comment that it looked nothing like 'his' Isis. (conscious Seto did not appreciate the remark).
He walked around and then at quarter to five, approached a guide and asked where he could speak to the curator. Seto was directed the office where he took the liberty not to go into and began looking for desk of his person of interest. It was not long before he got there, spoke to the secretary and asked to be buzzed in. "Tell her it's Seto," he told the awed secretary who did as she was told. Seto walked in, and was greeted by Dr. Isis Ishtar.
"You're early," she greeted giving him a peck on the cheek after closing the door behind him.
"I was bored," he replied, giving her a proper kiss instead.
"Seriously, what's with today?" Isis knew him better.
"I really was bored," Seto repeated, turning her around to embrace her from behind. Isis smiled, partly concealing her blush. Leaning on her desk, he continued his statement in between kisses on her neck, "I have conquered the world, I'm bored with my life. I need a new challenge; a new adventure," Isis nodded for him to continue, "I want to marry you and have a kid that we will raise together."
Isis pivoted around to face him. She was certainly surprised with the suggestion, let alone the declaration. A proposal was far from what she was expecting from him any time soon, but here it was. She moved to New York to be with him, but she never expected in her wildest dreams that they will be married to each other.
"I lost you before because I didn't; I don't want to start anything new now before I do," he explained. It was true, that they kept their love illicit and sinful because of the circumstances and now they were at liberty to keep their promise to each other. Isis reached out her arms and tightened her embrace on him as she rested her head on his chest. "I never expected this," he could feel her smile as she spoke. "But are you happy about it?" he teased.
"More than happy, Seto... I am more than happy," she replied.
They left the museum that afternoon and proceeded to city hall. They finally got married at 18:30 that day, as per reserved be Seto earlier.
"You made arrangements?" Isis stated, impressed with his confidence.
"I knew you'd agree this time," he replied and they drove home, letting the news go all over the world as they enjoy peace and quiet on the plane.
"Where are we going?" Isis asked.
"I bought this island in the pacific, I'm thinking of turning it into a school. I want you to see it."
"Oh, a dueling school. For the preservation of it all huh..." Seto simply smiled at the irony of his wife's statement. That night, he slept the most peaceful sleep he ever had. He may be doing the same things he did back then, but this time, Isis was his queen and no one else.
