I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
by Rhapsody Moonschild and Tat Claire Kokoro
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX (by Rhapsody)
Isis's POV
"Miss Isis, you have a visitor."
I look up from where I am idly painting my fingernails gold and frown questioningly. "Who is it?"
My servant consults with someone standing outside my door. "He says his name is Yami, ma'am."
My confusion intensifies. What would the pharaoh want to do with me?
But I am bored, and this may be interesting. "Let him in," I command.
My servant nods and steps aside. Yami pokes his head into the room cautiously. When he sees me, he takes a few steps and bows a little.
"Miss Isis."
"Yami." I gesture for my servant to leave, and then to Yami to come closer. He walks forward and stands awkwardly next to my bed. There is something strange about the pharaoh today…
Tearstains. There are tearstains on his cheeks.
Perhaps this would be interesting…
"Have a seat and tell me what's going on," I say, patting the bed next to me. He sits stiffly and spends a moment collecting his thoughts.
"How could you use yami powers to make someone forget something?" he asks finally.
Hmm… Odd question. "Why?"
"Please, just tell me." His eyes spark with a desperate light.
"Well… You'd just have to make a spell and concentrate your energy," I reply. It's really quite simple. But why would he want to know?
"Could you break such a spell?"
"It's possible… But it would be difficult." I still can't figure out why he would want to know this stuff…
"How?!"
Ooh, he's excited now. "You'd have to remind the person who forgot something about what it was he forgot. But it would have to be a strong sensation, a powerful memory."
"Thank you, Miss Isis," he nods, and rises. I call him back before he leaves.
"Why did you want to know this?" I ask.
"It's…" His eyes grow sad. "Bakura has made Ryou forget that he loves me. I have to get him back so he can be happy again."
"Sounds like something Marik would come up with," I say dryly. Knowing how close Bakura and my brother are, maybe it was his idea.
But true love always enchants me. I have a soft spot for lovers. I motion for Yami to go, and he rushes out the door to his koi.
I pick up my nail polish and finish painting my fingernails gold.