Begining
Time Heals All Wounds
Chapter Four
Authors Note: Hey all, it's C.o.M. Sorry about the long delay between updates, between school and writers block, I don't have much time, but I'm going to try to be fluent in updates as soon as summer break starts. (As long as I'm not at my mother's, she doesn't have a computer.) Also, I write the chapters on paper before I type them; it helps me organize my thoughts. Thanks for all your patience!!
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Isis threw the bare necessities in a large cloth satchel along with more than a couple very durable outfits and sandals. She didn't know how or when she decided to start immediately, but it was like someone put a new battery in her back and cranked her on full power. Her mind was going a mile a minute and her thoughts were scattered and incomplete. What does Seto Kaiba have to do with everything? What else do I need? Should I wake up Malik? Do I need to bring my sewing things? Which horse should I take? Should I bring Nut or not? Why do I have the feeling that I'm being..?
"Busy Isis, do you need any help?" Isis jumped at the soft voice and turned around. That seemed to prove that she was indeed being watched. "Hello, Ryou, why are you up this late?" "Yami released me moments before you woke up, and I heard you, I thought you could use some help." Isis thought a moment. "Well, if you can pack enough water for the both of us, it would be appreciated, I'm nearly finished here." "Alright," Ryou smiled sweetly and disappeared. If she was leaving she might as well make sure Ryou made it home in one piece. Bakura often left him stranded in Egypt, and Isis took it upon herself to see he got home.
She crept silently into Malik's room and walked over to peer into his face. He looked so sweet and innocent, delicate even. Just like when they were children. Should she leave a note for him? A glint of gold caught her gaze; there on the nightstand was the Millennium Rod. Isis picked it up and put it in her belt. Leaning over she kissed Malik gently on his cheek, then turned around and left.
It was well after noon, and due to the early hours of which they left, Ryou and Isis were nearly at Cairo. Isis chose to take both hers and Ryou's favorite horses, but only after she saw how much gold was in the safe box, Malik had been stealing again. But thanks to this, she had enough for their airfare and to ship the horses to Japan, therefore she didn't have to sell them. She decided on Japan for two reasons, first being that the pharaoh was there, and Shadi sent her a vision saying he will meet her where the dead king reins, it didn't take a genius to figure that one out. The second being that was where Seto Kaiba was, and she still had a feeling about him, one she could not place, she hoped being in his presence would help her name it.
After checking hers and Ryou's horses into customs, she to boarded the plane. At takeoff she heard the others on the plane start whispering and tittering and pointing out the window. Curious, Isis looked too, there on the runway was a boy riding a dark chestnut stallion next to the plane. He looked at her with a piercing lavender stare, sending her one clear message. Be careful.
Isis nodded at Malik and sat back in her seat after she was sure he turned away. Be careful, so he sensed the danger that she was diving headlong into also. She knew that Malik was hurt she didn't allow him to come, but she couldn't place him into the same dangers she herself was forced to face, even though she knew that he would gladly take it from her, if only she asked. Ryou, Ryou was a different matter. She wasn't taking him with her, she was merely seeing him home, making sure he was safe, and then leaving him too. It was then that she realized that she would be completely and totally in solitude, tears threatened to escape her eyes, she quickly choked them back. Alone was how she had to do this, no matter how much she wanted otherwise, she could not place anybody else in danger. But then again, everyone was in danger; if she didn't do this, and she could very well die, never to see Malik again. She closed her eyes and imprinted the forbidden beauty and grace that was her loved baby brother in the last moment where she saw him, just moments ago, riding his horse recklessly close to an ascending plane, simply to say goodbye to her.
She didn't know when she fell asleep but soon she was being prodded awake by Ryou, sitting next to her. "Isis, you need to wake up, we're nearly there." Isis squeezed her eyes shut to rid them of the remnants of slumber and nodded.
Both Ryou and Isis remained silent until they were preparing to leave the airport, then Ryou asked the most ridiculously obvious question, it was absurd Isis hadn't addresses it before. "Um, Isis, how are we going to get out of here?" True, Isis was holding the reins to her own stallion beautiful pure black, Kataepet, and Ryou's cream skinned mare, Sektai. Isis thought for a moment then threw Ryou Sektai's reins. "We'll ride," she said with a lucid smile.
Time Heals All Wounds
Chapter Four
Authors Note: Hey all, it's C.o.M. Sorry about the long delay between updates, between school and writers block, I don't have much time, but I'm going to try to be fluent in updates as soon as summer break starts. (As long as I'm not at my mother's, she doesn't have a computer.) Also, I write the chapters on paper before I type them; it helps me organize my thoughts. Thanks for all your patience!!
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Isis threw the bare necessities in a large cloth satchel along with more than a couple very durable outfits and sandals. She didn't know how or when she decided to start immediately, but it was like someone put a new battery in her back and cranked her on full power. Her mind was going a mile a minute and her thoughts were scattered and incomplete. What does Seto Kaiba have to do with everything? What else do I need? Should I wake up Malik? Do I need to bring my sewing things? Which horse should I take? Should I bring Nut or not? Why do I have the feeling that I'm being..?
"Busy Isis, do you need any help?" Isis jumped at the soft voice and turned around. That seemed to prove that she was indeed being watched. "Hello, Ryou, why are you up this late?" "Yami released me moments before you woke up, and I heard you, I thought you could use some help." Isis thought a moment. "Well, if you can pack enough water for the both of us, it would be appreciated, I'm nearly finished here." "Alright," Ryou smiled sweetly and disappeared. If she was leaving she might as well make sure Ryou made it home in one piece. Bakura often left him stranded in Egypt, and Isis took it upon herself to see he got home.
She crept silently into Malik's room and walked over to peer into his face. He looked so sweet and innocent, delicate even. Just like when they were children. Should she leave a note for him? A glint of gold caught her gaze; there on the nightstand was the Millennium Rod. Isis picked it up and put it in her belt. Leaning over she kissed Malik gently on his cheek, then turned around and left.
It was well after noon, and due to the early hours of which they left, Ryou and Isis were nearly at Cairo. Isis chose to take both hers and Ryou's favorite horses, but only after she saw how much gold was in the safe box, Malik had been stealing again. But thanks to this, she had enough for their airfare and to ship the horses to Japan, therefore she didn't have to sell them. She decided on Japan for two reasons, first being that the pharaoh was there, and Shadi sent her a vision saying he will meet her where the dead king reins, it didn't take a genius to figure that one out. The second being that was where Seto Kaiba was, and she still had a feeling about him, one she could not place, she hoped being in his presence would help her name it.
After checking hers and Ryou's horses into customs, she to boarded the plane. At takeoff she heard the others on the plane start whispering and tittering and pointing out the window. Curious, Isis looked too, there on the runway was a boy riding a dark chestnut stallion next to the plane. He looked at her with a piercing lavender stare, sending her one clear message. Be careful.
Isis nodded at Malik and sat back in her seat after she was sure he turned away. Be careful, so he sensed the danger that she was diving headlong into also. She knew that Malik was hurt she didn't allow him to come, but she couldn't place him into the same dangers she herself was forced to face, even though she knew that he would gladly take it from her, if only she asked. Ryou, Ryou was a different matter. She wasn't taking him with her, she was merely seeing him home, making sure he was safe, and then leaving him too. It was then that she realized that she would be completely and totally in solitude, tears threatened to escape her eyes, she quickly choked them back. Alone was how she had to do this, no matter how much she wanted otherwise, she could not place anybody else in danger. But then again, everyone was in danger; if she didn't do this, and she could very well die, never to see Malik again. She closed her eyes and imprinted the forbidden beauty and grace that was her loved baby brother in the last moment where she saw him, just moments ago, riding his horse recklessly close to an ascending plane, simply to say goodbye to her.
She didn't know when she fell asleep but soon she was being prodded awake by Ryou, sitting next to her. "Isis, you need to wake up, we're nearly there." Isis squeezed her eyes shut to rid them of the remnants of slumber and nodded.
Both Ryou and Isis remained silent until they were preparing to leave the airport, then Ryou asked the most ridiculously obvious question, it was absurd Isis hadn't addresses it before. "Um, Isis, how are we going to get out of here?" True, Isis was holding the reins to her own stallion beautiful pure black, Kataepet, and Ryou's cream skinned mare, Sektai. Isis thought for a moment then threw Ryou Sektai's reins. "We'll ride," she said with a lucid smile.