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Metamorphosis of the Mariposa

Chapter 10

Fear is a Problem

Isis kept her face glued to the scenery as the yellow transportation unit took her away from the illustrious mansion. She watched the smaller houses pass by till the highway came into view. From that particular mass of pavement she could actually see the shoreline and the closer they got into Domino, the closer the lapping wetness became.

Wetness…like what was still cooling between her thighs.

She fixed her posture and continued to stare out of the window till the cab driver spoke, "Is everything alright Ma'am?"

Isis turned and nodded offering one of her 'cover-up' smiles, "Yes Sir it is but thank you for asking."

The older man chuckled, his wrinkled skin pushing up around his kind brown eyes in the rearview mirror, "I have three daughters Ma'am and they all usually feed me that line. Whatever's eating at you, I can only wish you the best and don't worry; everything always smoothes itself out in the end." Giving one last comforting smile he went back to concentrating on the road.

"Thank you," Isis sincerely responded. Maybe that was the effect that fathers were supposed to have on their daughters. They were supposed to make them feel better and calm their spirits. For a moment she wished the sweet driver was indeed her birth father.

The car finally came to a stop outside of her home. She paid him the fare along with a tip. With a tip of his head he was gone back down the road. Entering into her home she closed the door by bracing her back against it. She was still a bit shaky and did not know whether what she had done was wrong or right. Isis wasn't the type to disobey for no reason at all, not like Malik. But, she wasn't afraid to explore her options and understand things, unlike Odion.

She made her way up the stairs to shower, suddenly feeling dirty morally and physically, and to change her clothes. While allowing the hot water to run down her scalp, tingling the sensitive skin, before it made its final decent down her back, she couldn't help but battle with everything.

How could Kaiba have such control over her that she followed his commands? Usually she would be disgusted with such offers and would easily decline but she had never felt this way about the opposite sex before. Hormones spoke louder than her mind whenever he did something to put her in a situation that led to touching. He somehow made bending the rules in the moment seem right. Like, he had created the rules himself when she knew that wasn't true. But it was hard to decline his lustful looks and busy hands.

She had watched girls all over the world interact with their select boys on a mild physical level such as holding hands, hugging and the occasional kiss stolen before class. Their parents didn't condemn them to Anubis for it, in-fact a few of them requested they invite their significant other over for dinner. There was no way she'd ever be able to do that with Kaiba.

Her father had always told her what not to do, whether than what she could. One of those 'what-not's' was to never be alone with a boy or allow him to touch you unless he was your husband. She had always followed that turning down boys who made advances or pulling Malik off of them after they said something inappropriate to her. However this brunet was bending her will and she still wasn't sure whether it was good or bad. Self exploration was important, but she had a bad feeling she was learning something dark about not only herself, but the second party as well.

The disgruntled girl turned off the water and walked over to her mirror looking at herself. She felt like she wasn't looking at Isis Ishtar anymore. Who it was, was still a mystery but she had a sickening feeling she would find out at an appropriate but seemingly unsuitable time.

She dressed in a simple pink shirt and ankle length khaki skirt. Sitting down at her desk she finished neglected homework before finally just laying down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Things between her and Kaiba would have to stop. Isis couldn't continue to compromise her morals but more importantly herself.

Plus, the idea of her father finding out worried her just as much as how much she liked Kaiba's contact.

"Binti."

Jumping from her bed she made her way downstairs to find her father standing there looking a little annoyed. "Yes Abi?"

"Where are your Akhok's? They were supposed to assemble a shelf for my study."

"I do not know Abi; I haven't seen them all day."

Mr. Ishtar scrutinized his daughter, "Seems the truth finally falls from your lips." He lifted his hand and stroked it across her face; automatically she flinched but he either didn't notice or didn't acknowledge it. "Good for you Binti." He turned from her and headed into his room.

Slowly her finger tips traced where an actual gentle motion from her father was placed. She didn't like it. It didn't make her feel like Kaiba's touch. Her Abi's touch felt artificial, forced, and not really…real. But Kaiba's was full of passion, want, needing and everything she had never experienced.

"Abi, may I go for a walk?" Isis asked from the living room, she didn't want to actually go into his room.

A long pause followed and she thought maybe he didn't hear her till he finally responded, "For what?"

"For fresh air Abi."

"How about you take out the trash then; Malik seems to have forgotten to do it."

'Or didn't just do it,' Isis thinks to herself as she finds the three large black bags tied up in the kitchen. She grabs them all at the same time, surprised by her strength and carried them out through the front door. Much to her annoyance one of the bags snagged on something in the door jamb and she looked down to fix the problem.

The bag finally started moving again once the problem was handled, only for it to join the asphalt along with the other two.

"Isis." There Seto Kaiba stood leaning against his fancy white car, arms crossed with an unreadable look on his face.

"Seto Kaiba," she casually began having enough sense to close the front door behind her. "Coming to take out the trash?"

"You said humor was not your forte Isis."

"It isn't." She slowly approached him and placed the bags on the curb near him. "To what do I owe this unannounced visit?" She looked over her shoulder to make sure her father wasn't in the window or something.

He took the look into account but continued anyway. "Mokuba was upset to find you took a cab home and demanded that I come down here and apologize to you for whatever I may have done to you," he responded in a deadpanned manner.

"You're brother is most caring Kaiba."

"Too bad I'm not."

"If you are not, why are you here?"

His eyes narrowed, "For Mokuba; don't feel special."

She gave a small smile, "You could have easily left the house for enough time to make your brother believe you indeed came to see me. But instead you actually came all the way here to carry it out; seems someone cannot deny their younger sibling."

"Hm." He shifted his eyes at a turning delivery truck before turning them back to her, "I'll be going now."

"So soon?" She couldn't help but tease, however she was relieved that he was leaving. If her father came outside and caught her talking to a boy, she would be in deep. "I suppose I'll see you—"

Reaching out he grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him. His lips hungrily sucked on hers while his tongue probed her orifice. His hands ran down her buttocks, squeezing them harshly before clenching the fabric of her skirt in his hands. He almost desperately held onto her.

Caught completely off guard her brain fogged over and she moaned gripping her hands in his shirt, wrinkling the ironed fabric. Her body moved rhythmically against his and that touch she had wanted was finally wrapping her up so tight she thought she would choke.

Need.

That's all it was. The strongest of needs pulsed all over her body. She knew then she couldn't give it up. He knew he couldn't screw it up. For some reason yet to be discovered they needed this. Not one another, just the situation. The other party just happened to be willing.

Finally she pulled back and breathed harshly against his lips, "Fear isn't attractive Isis." She nodded dumbly and he gently pushed her from his grasp. Making his way around he got into his car and pulled away as she stood there watching him go.

Standing there on the sidewalk the tip of her tongue smoothed over her lips and she could still taste him. Her hands rested on the still bunched up material around her bottom before straightening it. Reality returned in the form of a stern, "Binti!"

Freezing she closed her eyes and sent up a prayer before responding, "Yes Abi?"

"Come; I don't want you outside alone."

Turning around she found not one trace of anger on her father's face and she thanked the gods for it. Entering into the home he closed the door and walked past her back into his room. She headed up the stairs into her room and laid back down on her bed thinking.

'No fear Seto Kaiba.'

The Next Day

Sunday's in the Ishtar home were cleaning days. Odion was on bathroom patrol; Malik was vacuuming and dusting, while Isis was cleaning the kitchen and a few dusty dishes. Their father had stepped out that morning so they had simply gone about their chores as usual.

Malik plopped down on the couch next to Isis who was also done in the kitchen and was now settled on a documentary. He snatched the remote, "Boring!" He then went to some shoot em' up movie that was on; he settled into the current car chase scene.

Isis scowled at the so called 'entertainment' but sat back on the couch all the same with her baby brother. Leaning over the blonde settled him self on her lap and snuggled in and picked up her hand, placing it in her hair. Sighing his sister played in his hair causing the boy to snuggle into her more. The boy often did this with their mother before she passed.

Isis found it a little endearing.

"The bathrooms have been thoroughly cleaned," Odion announced as he came into the room.

"Thanks for the announcement Odion," Malik sarcastically said which earned a soft tap to his shoulder by the elder brother. "Ew! I hoped you washed your hands."

"Wouldn't you like to know," Odion joked. Scrunching up his face Malik went back to watching the movie.

Smiling Isis enjoyed these times where they were an actual family. Odion was much like a father; he was strong, protective, and quick to help. Of course she took the nurturing mother role while Malik was almost like their child. They were constantly protecting him from others, showing him the way, and just being there for him more than a sibling should.

Sometimes she considered them as just this; Abi free. She could remember after one particularly bad fight between their father and Malik the blonde had insisted they leave. They all had money that was given to them by their mother's will and it was a good sum considering her nursing occupation. But, none of them had the gall to do it. Malik did but he wouldn't want to leave without them.

Maybe one day it would finally just be the three of them.

"Isis?"

"Yes Odion?"

The larger male shifted a bit in his chair, showing a tell-tale sign that he had something uncomfortable to share. "Malik has told me about this Kaiba fellow."

Isis gave one of Malik's hairs a tug, not enough to hurt him but get his attention, "I told you to leave it alone Malik." Turning to Odion she shook her head, "Malik is overreacting Odion. There is nothing to worry about with Kaiba."

Odion's face showed he wasn't convinced, "Akhi said he this boy was looking at you inappropriately Isis. I don't like anyone deeming you like that."

"Exactly! The asshole needs to lay-off," Malik said a bit muffled since he was leaning into her lap.

Sincerely touched by her overprotective brothers she chuckled and shook her head, "Its okay Akhi's. I appreciate the concern but I am of an age in which I can handle my own troubles."

"So, you are admitting Kaiba's a problem?" Malik asked looking up at her.

Brushing his bangs out of his eyes she shook her head and chuckled, "No, I'm just saying if he was, I could handle it."

"Okay Isis, whatever you say." Malik rolled his eyes but snuggled back into his sister's touch.

"Well don't ever handle more than you can Isis," Odion said in a serious but caring tone, "we're here to help you."

She nodded biting her lip suddenly overwhelmed by emotion. The only situation she could think of in which it was more than she could handle involved their father. Would she ever tell them?

"Isis, are you okay?" Odion asked noticing her change in mood.

"Of course Odion; I'm just a bit turned off by Malik's choice in viewing entertainment."

"You know you love it," Malik chuckled.

She realized she probably never would.

The three looked through the channels for sometime chatting and swapping jokes. Everyone was relaxed and for once happy; sincerely happy to be alive and to be together. That was until the front door swung back.

"Abi, welcome home," Isis greeted mechanically.

The man appeared more sullen than usual and 'hmm-ed' in response. "Has my home been cleaned?" The question was directed towards Odion.

He nodded, "Yes, we have cleaned today…" He trailed off and Isis knew he wanted to call him father but he just wouldn't. Had her father been belittling Odion again?

She could remember when she and Malik were younger, they would often find Odion holding back tears huddled somewhere. At one point they finally heard their father calling him useless and that he wasn't his son. But they both knew just because he was adopted didn't mean he wasn't apart of the family as much as them. He was just as much his son than Malik.

But of course Mr. Ishtar would never admit that.

"Good." He looked down at Malik and his eyes narrowed a bit, "Malik my son, why are you strewn across your sister's lap as some child?"

"Must you question everything?" Malik rolled his eyes.

"I do when it comes to my heir."

Isis clenched her jaw at the comment. 'His heir, his daughter, his adopted son; you question all of us. It anything you don't even question Malik when you should.' Against her will her foot began to shake with the frustration the simply comment brought on.

Spotting the foot Mr. Ishtar directed his attention to Isis "Is there something you want to say Binti?"

"No Abi," she gave him a small smile.

"Hm." He turned and headed into his room closing the door behind himself.

"Asshole," Malik grunted, "if I want to cuddle up on my sister I will." He snuggled himself in some more.

"Don't say such things about Abi," Isis chastised.

"Indeed," Odion nodded, "he might hear you."

Despite the serious comment Malik laughed. He expected his older siblings to tell him that that was their father and that he was good man and blah blah blah. But here they were worried that maybe he might hear him. Chuckling, he finally became quite when Isis started petting his hair again.

"Sometimes…" Malik began quietly as the movie took on a romantic scene between the 'do-or-die' hero and the hot damsel, "I wish it was just us, you know?"

Even though Odion and Isis remained quiet the blonde knew they wished the same thing. Maybe one day he could convince them to make it that way.

PLEASE READ:

Sorry this took so long but since I'm on Spring Break I have some extra time to work on this and sorry this chapter sucks. It's more a filler for things to come. Thanks for being patient! I'm going to try and post the next chapter sometime this week if I can. YAY! Reviewers! Thank you SO MUCH for reviewing people! It was greatly appreciated. If you can, keep it up! (Hands out bribes) Please? Hee hee.

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Arabic Words:

Binti – Daughter

Abi – Father

Akhok – Brother

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