He found himself face to face with both Malik and Mokuba, each with a helmet made of a colander, cardboard armor, and a plastic replica of Frodo Baggins' sword Sting, in addition to a large bowl of popcorn. For a moment, all three boys stared at one another, and then Malik let out a high-pitched shriek that made both Kaibas wince. "The dragon found us! It found us! Run!" So saying, he overturned the bowl of popcorn at Seto and scrambled madly from under the table and out the door.
"Hey!" called Mokuba, "I thought knights are supposed to fight the dragon! Wait up!" With a hurried apology to his brother about the popcorn, Mokuba raced after Malik and up the stairs.
Seto did not feel like playing a giant game of hide and seek through the whole mansion, so he grudgingly let Malik sleep over. It wasn't as if they didn't have room in the house.
Days passed and turned into weeks, and Yuugi had given up looking for a way to contact Isis. He was getting used to having somewhat of a little brother around, although it was certainly a lot more work. Malik had found he had a passion for loud, unintelligible music, and enjoyed making the window rattle while he sang, er, yelled along. He continued to get better grades in Algebra than even Yuugi, and scared his kindergarten class with ancient Egyptian legends of doom.
All in all, everything was running pretty smoothly, which naturally means that something unexpected was about to happen. And of course, it did.
It was a normal day at the game shop. Malik was blasting some sort of rap music, while Sugoroku yelled for Yuugi to turn the music down. Yuugi was trying to protest that it wasn't him, but nobody could hear what anybody else was saying. It was during this chaos that an important-looking black car pulled up in front of the shop.
"Customer!" bellowed Sugoroku, who was cleaning up lunch dishes.
"I'll get it!" called back Yuugi, slamming the door to his room and shutting some of Malik's music in. He raced out to the counter and looked expectantly out through the glass door. His mouth dropped open, and he blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing correctly. Walking up to the door was Isis Ishtar. Half crying from shock and relief, he bolted out to meet her. "Isis!"
"Yuugi," she smiled slightly. "It's good to see you again."
"But what are you doing back here?" he managed to say.
"I have a contact here who told me there was a some artifact for sale from a private collection. I came to see, and I thought I'd just drop by while I was in town. Why didn't you answer my letter?"
"No return address."
"Oh. Really? Sorry about that."
"It's okay. But there's something I really wanted to tell you-"
They were interrupted as a second floor window flew open, and Malik stuck his head out, releasing his loud music to the entire neighborhood. "Uncle Yuugi! I got chocolate on my shirt. Can you wash it?" With that, he flung the shirt out the window, where it landed neatly on Yuugi's head.
He pulled it off and inspected it. The dark magician now had smears of chocolate all over it. "Well," sighed Yuugi, "I guess that's his shirt now."
"Who was that?" asked Isis. "Have you guys adopted a kid or something since I left?"
