I hated writing this chapter the most. But hey, it made the story longer ^.^;...

Chapter Three: Divorce?! The Guilt Factor

Sunlight.

Morning.

Seto Kaiba stretched.

He turned when someone spoke. "Are you going to help me move everything back, or is it all going to stay like this?" Isis asked, propped up on one elbow.

"Move what?"

She gestured to the left side of the room. Shelves of heavy books, carvings, fragile items, and so lined the wall. "That."

***
Nefertiti listened to the conversation through the wall. So far so good.

The invitations would arrive tomorrow.

You are cordially invited to...
The famed Duelist of Dragon Tournament.

Every duelist must have a dragon-type card to participate.
Competitors will gather at the Dragon's Palace, Domino City.
This is a formal occasion.

We hope to see you there.

But what Isis and Seto wouldn't know was...

There was no tournament.

***
"I don't know about you, but I was working in my office one day, and I get a phone call from someone who says she's my secretary, but isn't. This woman says my daughter's coming up to see me, and I'm thinking 'What daughter?!' Then the door opens, and you can guess who it is." Kaiba finished.

"And sometime after that, I drive home and I see Malik with a girl," Isis told her story. "Presuming she is his girlfriend, I ask so, and he says she is my daughter. Must have been the heat or something; it takes me a few seconds to get what he said."

"And then the phone call." Kaiba said darkly.

"And then the phone call." They stared at each other.

Finally, Kaiba decided to get up. "I suppose you can stay here until we get your stuff moved back."

***
When Isis came downstairs, Kaiba had already left for his company. Mokuba and Nefertiti were at the table eating. "Morning Mom," Nefertiti said.

"Good morning." Isis replied, sitting down next to Mokuba.

He nudged her and whispered. "You and Seto didn't... didn't...you know..."

"Of course not." She looked offended.

Mokuba looked relieved. "Good."

***
"Until all of my belongings are moved back to my house." She told Mokuba. "I must be at the museum now."

Isis left.

Mokuba left for school.

Nefertiti left for school.

***
At Domino High...

"So I locked all the doors yesterday," Nefertiti concluded. "Worked pretty well."

"Well, I didn't get much done." Mia complained.

"Hey, don't look at me!" protested Serena. "We had to babysit my kid sister Trista really late," she explained. "Our parents went to the movies."

Yanza joined them. "How's the Plan working?" They filled her in.

As the four girls walked down the halls, they perfected their plan. It would be set for the weekend.

***
Nefertiti came home with an ingenious addition to the Plan. Yes, it was a Plan. A Big Plan. It was not a plan, or a big plan, nor even a big Plan, or Big plan. It was, in fact, and most definitely, a Big Plan.

So Mokuba was watching after school cartoons on TV. He looked up as Nefertiti walked in. "Mokuba," she said. "You like Mom, right? As a person, I mean."

"Isis? Yeah." her uncle replied.

"Well, I kinda think she and Dad are going to divorce."

Mokuba turned the TV off. "What?! Seto and Isis?!" Nefertiti nodded truthfully.

Then her eyes lit up. "Hey, I thought of something! It might work!" She whispered something in his ear.

Mokuba nodded.

***
As Seto came home that night, he noted Isis was still there. She was currently in their room, half-threatening someone on the phone.

"No, and don't you dare!" She was saying. "It's just for a while."

"I heard that. And I solemnly swear to every single Egyptian god that if you do, you're going to regret it, if you're still alive when I'm through with you, MALIK ISHTAR!!"

So she was talking to her brother.

Isis hung up the phone in a huff. (And a puff, and blew the mansion down! Okay, that's getting old...)

"You know, you really should control that temper of yours." Kaiba remarked.

"You should talk," Isis retorted. "When you have the worst temper from here to Egypt."

*
Again, it was two in a bed, (And the little one said 'Roll over. Roll over.' And they all rolled over, and one fell out...) as they had found the other bedroom doors to be locked again, due to the Plan.

"I would suppose we were sent forward in time." Isis said aloud.

"And your reason is?"

"It's quite simple. Even you should be able to guess."

Kaiba scowled in the darkness.

"You, me, Malik, and Mokuba. I should think we're the only ones, as I found out today, Joey and Mai are together, Serenity and Tristan, Téa and Yugi, all are married with children. And if you take a look at calendar, you would see that it is the year 2019."

And there was a knock on the door.

Nefertiti eased the door open, just a little. "It's us."

"Come in." Two people came in.

"Seto, are you and Isis going to divorce?!" Mokuba blurted out.

"D-di-what?" Kaiba looked taken aback. His little brother jumped onto the bed and hugged him fiercely.

"'Cause I like Isis. And I want all of us to stay together... And..." He didn't say anymore. Nefertiti took this time to start speaking her part.

"Mom, Dad." Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. "I just want you to know that even if you do get a divorce, I'll still love you both." She ran over and threw her arms around both Kaiba and Isis. And Mokuba.

They were there for a long time.

***
Malik recieved a late night call. "'Lo. If you're a telemarketer, go bother someone else. If you're my sister, go—"

"Malik..."

He gulped. "Yes?"

"I'm going to have to stay for a lot longer."

"..."

"Nefertiti and Mokuba are practically convinced that Seto and I are divorcing."

"But you're not married."

"99.999999999999-repeating percent of the population seems to think the opposite of what you just said."

"Oh. Well, thank you for calling. And have a nice day." Malik hung up. "Tough." Naturally.

"Yeah, well she's like that. I'd like to see how long Isis can put up with them."

Oh, your sister might just surprise you.

Where did that come from?