Naito: Sorry this took so long to put up! Or maybe it's just seemed long
since I've been so bored lately an am waiting (im)patiently for something
to come. This week is dragging!!! Oh, and I accept no responsibilty for the
Mokuba: I gotta pee! thing. That was from my wonderful and exceptionally
strange friend, Muffin. He suggested it. Not me. And once agin I don't own
Yu-Gi-Oh. I'm dealing with it. So can you.
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Isis' Thoughts
I was only aware of one emotion at this time: relief. It was like I had been trapped in the desert for years and had finally come to an oasis. Sorry, I'm Egyptian. I relate most everything to the desert.
Now, I am for the most part, a patient person. But I believe there is no task in the world that's more boring than making tea. However, at this moment, it seemed to be the most exciting thing in the world. I was practically bouncing through the Kaibas' kitchen. I couldn't remember the last time I was this happy. The kettle of water whistled, echoing my feelings.
"I hear you, I hear you...." I babbled.
"Do you always talk to inaminate objects, Isis?" I spun around to see Seto standing in the doorway, smirking. I went back to the kettle so he couldn't see my blushing face.
"I thought you were at work."
"I was. But Mokuba insists I come home for lunch." He explained. "Speaking of little brothers, how is yours?"
"Awake. Weak as a kitten though. He can't lift anything but his head. He's.... confused too. He's not sure where he goes from here."
"Give him time. He'll be okay. He's got you for support after all." He put a comforting hand on my shoulder. This only served to deepen the pink colour on my cheeks. Not wanting to embarrass myself I quickly found a way to change the subject.
"Seto, do you know if this honey is fresh?" I asked. He shrugged.
"I couldn't tell you. I don't remember buying it." I sighed, but used it anyway, stirring it into the mug of tea. Seto looked at me strange.
"Malik never liked tea without honey in it." I told him. "I remember that our grandmother would give us tea when we were sick and Malik would always put way too much honey in it. She'd scold him for wasting all her honey but he'd just grin and laugh saying 'Well if you didn't want me using it, you shouldn't have bought it!' Course, when he was sick you couldn't believe a word he said. He would tell you whatever he had to so you'd let him go outside to play with his friends again. I know it seems hard to believe but Malik really was a happy kid. A handful, but nonetheless happy. Can you get me the strawberries from the fridge?"
"Sure." He fetched the fruit while I tested the tea and got a bowl from the cupboard. I thought that my little trip down memory lane was rather pathetic, but obviously he hadn't. "Keep going. I want to hear more."
"His eyes..." I breathed as a started to cut the berries. "His eyes used to be so full of energy. They were bright.... Almost seemed to sparkle. When our father died and his yami emerged, that was gone. They were dull and cold. He'd look at you and you'd want to crawl into yourself and die. It terrified me. I thought he was lost... forever." I looked at Seto and smiled. "But I guess I was wrong. Because today he did something he hasn't done in a very long time." Seto smirked.
"What's that? Smile?"
"Exactly." I realize that he meant it scarcastically, but it was true. "He smiled at me. A real, geniune one. And his eyes almost seem to have started to regain the innocence he used to have. Maybe he's not as far gone as I thought." I sliced through another berry and -unfortunately- my skin. I yelped and grabbed my finger with my other hand.
"Did you cut yourself?" He asked. I nodded. "Would you like me to kiss it better?" I laughed but held out my finger to him. He was about to take it until, as if on cue, Mokuba came tearing through the kitchen.
"Hi Isis! Hi Seto! Can't talk. I'm in a hurry! But I'll be back!" He called.
"Mokuba, slow down!" Seto yelled after him.
"I can't! I gotta pee!!!" Came the response. I nearly burst into hysterics, but poor Seto looked as though he wanted to die. I picked up the strawberries and mug and started to leave the kitchen, but stopped and turned back to him.
"You can't know how much this means to me. Malik needs a safe haven to recover. I won't forget this, Seto. I promise."And with this, I left to go tend to my brother.
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Isis' Thoughts
I was only aware of one emotion at this time: relief. It was like I had been trapped in the desert for years and had finally come to an oasis. Sorry, I'm Egyptian. I relate most everything to the desert.
Now, I am for the most part, a patient person. But I believe there is no task in the world that's more boring than making tea. However, at this moment, it seemed to be the most exciting thing in the world. I was practically bouncing through the Kaibas' kitchen. I couldn't remember the last time I was this happy. The kettle of water whistled, echoing my feelings.
"I hear you, I hear you...." I babbled.
"Do you always talk to inaminate objects, Isis?" I spun around to see Seto standing in the doorway, smirking. I went back to the kettle so he couldn't see my blushing face.
"I thought you were at work."
"I was. But Mokuba insists I come home for lunch." He explained. "Speaking of little brothers, how is yours?"
"Awake. Weak as a kitten though. He can't lift anything but his head. He's.... confused too. He's not sure where he goes from here."
"Give him time. He'll be okay. He's got you for support after all." He put a comforting hand on my shoulder. This only served to deepen the pink colour on my cheeks. Not wanting to embarrass myself I quickly found a way to change the subject.
"Seto, do you know if this honey is fresh?" I asked. He shrugged.
"I couldn't tell you. I don't remember buying it." I sighed, but used it anyway, stirring it into the mug of tea. Seto looked at me strange.
"Malik never liked tea without honey in it." I told him. "I remember that our grandmother would give us tea when we were sick and Malik would always put way too much honey in it. She'd scold him for wasting all her honey but he'd just grin and laugh saying 'Well if you didn't want me using it, you shouldn't have bought it!' Course, when he was sick you couldn't believe a word he said. He would tell you whatever he had to so you'd let him go outside to play with his friends again. I know it seems hard to believe but Malik really was a happy kid. A handful, but nonetheless happy. Can you get me the strawberries from the fridge?"
"Sure." He fetched the fruit while I tested the tea and got a bowl from the cupboard. I thought that my little trip down memory lane was rather pathetic, but obviously he hadn't. "Keep going. I want to hear more."
"His eyes..." I breathed as a started to cut the berries. "His eyes used to be so full of energy. They were bright.... Almost seemed to sparkle. When our father died and his yami emerged, that was gone. They were dull and cold. He'd look at you and you'd want to crawl into yourself and die. It terrified me. I thought he was lost... forever." I looked at Seto and smiled. "But I guess I was wrong. Because today he did something he hasn't done in a very long time." Seto smirked.
"What's that? Smile?"
"Exactly." I realize that he meant it scarcastically, but it was true. "He smiled at me. A real, geniune one. And his eyes almost seem to have started to regain the innocence he used to have. Maybe he's not as far gone as I thought." I sliced through another berry and -unfortunately- my skin. I yelped and grabbed my finger with my other hand.
"Did you cut yourself?" He asked. I nodded. "Would you like me to kiss it better?" I laughed but held out my finger to him. He was about to take it until, as if on cue, Mokuba came tearing through the kitchen.
"Hi Isis! Hi Seto! Can't talk. I'm in a hurry! But I'll be back!" He called.
"Mokuba, slow down!" Seto yelled after him.
"I can't! I gotta pee!!!" Came the response. I nearly burst into hysterics, but poor Seto looked as though he wanted to die. I picked up the strawberries and mug and started to leave the kitchen, but stopped and turned back to him.
"You can't know how much this means to me. Malik needs a safe haven to recover. I won't forget this, Seto. I promise."And with this, I left to go tend to my brother.