"It worked!" Nefertiti said at school the next morning.
"You're weird." Yanza stated flatly. The others nodded their agreements.
Nefertiti pouted.
Anyway today was the day the fake invitations to the tournament would arrive. They all headed to their respective classes with big genuine smiles pasted on their faces.
Sighing, he checked his e-mail. It was an invitation to a formal Duel Monsters tournament, hosted at the Dragon's Palace the next night.
"Well, well, well..." He chuckled softly to himself. "I might just go..."
"Yes?" She looked at a painting on the wall of the new exhibit and adjusted it a little.
"There's a guy outside. He says he has a message for you."
Isis retrieved a hammer from beneath a box. "What does he look like?"
"Well, he's got these weird purply eyes, and this platinum blondish hair, and a tan to die for." The assistant trailed off in 'shock' as Isis stalked out, hammer in hand.
Too bad. He whistled some more.
Isis finally arrived. "What is it?"
He waved an envelope in her face. "I just got this, and thought you should read it. It's addressed to you, anyway."
She opened it, and read the letter inside. Invitation to a tournament... Isis smiled. She'd go. As she turned to return to her work, Malik asked. "Aren't you going to tell me what it said?"
"No."
"But whyyyyyy?" He whined.
Isis brandished the hammer.
"Okay, okay, that's a very good reason. I'll be going now. Very good reason." Malik mumbled some more nonsense as he left.
Yami Malik laughed his gludious maximus off.
"Great!" Mia said. "Let's go eat!"
"Mia, don't you ever think about anything besides food and romance?" Yanza asked.
"Really, and you're still skinny!" Serena added.
Mia tossed her shiny blond hair and a passing group of boys whooped. "You ought to know by now, that food and romance happen to go together quite well."
What?! Isis shook her head quickly. Not again. That was the sixth time the name had repeated itself in her mind and an image of the person appeared.
"Isis? Are you okay?" Her assistant asked.
"Yes, I'm fine." She said quickly. "Now about those stone carvings..."
What?! Kaiba shook his head quickly. Not again. That was the sixth time the name had repeated itself in his mind and an image of the person appeared.
"Mr. Kaiba? Are you okay?" A fellow businessman inquired.
"Yes, I'm fine." He said quickly. "Now gentlemen, about the stock..."
And, it just happened that there were four girls cruising the mall, waiting...
"Hi Mom!" Nefertiti popped up from behind a rack of multi-colored gowns. Mia, Serena, and Yanza stayed hidden to spy on them. "Whatcha doin'?"
Isis jumped back. "Oh, Nefertiti. Nothing."
"You were looking for something."
"Well..." She admitted, "Yes, I was. A dress for a formal tournament."
"Duel Monsters tournament?"
Isis nodded.
"Cool." Nefertiti turned to her right to examine some extremely poofy ball gowns. "Lemme think... you should wear white... yeah, a white dress with some gold jewelry." She dragged her mother to another rack of thinner dresses. Diving in, she squealed. And held out... a long, slim, strappy, white dress. It had a modest front, yet the back was cut quite low. "This one's perfect!"
"Hmm..." Isis held the dress up against herself and looked in the closest mirror. "I guess I could see myself in this... I'd take it, but it's a bit expensive..."
"No prob." Nefertiti waved a shiny plastic object in the air.
"What's that?"
"Daddy's credit card."
Isis smiled.
Just in case she came upon certain monsters like those of the Blue Eyes family.
Deal with it.
He could just see himself now: Seto Kaiba. Duelist of Dragon...
Still, he couldn't help but hope that Isis would be there.