Chapter Four
The Dream
When Kaiba arrived back at the mansion, he found everything was quiet, which was good. He suspected that most of the servants had gone home for the night. Only the butler remained, but he too looked tired as Kaiba walked in the door.
"Where is Mokuba?" Kaiba asked softly as he faced the butler.
"He's in his room, asleep sir." The butler replied, drolly.
Kaiba nodded. "Good." The first bit of good news he had had in awhile. "I want you to hold all messages until morning." Kaiba said, handing the butler his jacket. "I'm going to bed."
The butler bowed. "Yes sir."
Kaiba went to his room and began undressing. It had been a long day, and he could use the sleep, even if he believed that some people could work without sleep. He often liked to think he was one of those people, but it just wasn't possible. Within moments he had fallen into bed, lying on his back, amongst the cool sheets. But he couldn't fall asleep yet as easily.
He was still thinking about what Koroku had said back at the office. Did he really think canceling the tournament was a good idea? And this bad feeling of his was he really concerned about the duelists? Kaiba tried to remember why in Hell he cared, but it had been bugging him since he had left the office.
Kaiba shook the thought out of his head and he turned on his side to keep from thinking about it. His eyelids were growing heavy and in no time at all, he closed his eyes, and was fast asleep.
But, within the seconds in which he fell asleep, Kaiba opened his eyes, and found himself in what looked like the Egyptian exhibit of a museum. It was a dark room, but the wall was covered with artifacts and symbols from ancient Egypt. Kaiba knew he had been here before, that he recognized the room. But from where?
"What on earth?" he said to himself as he tried to leave, but found he was stuck inside the room. There was no door, and he couldn't go any further than the darkness of the walls. It were as if an invisible wall stood there holding him back. He couldn't understand it. He returned to the wall with the artifacts and looked over them. "Where am I?" he whispered to himself.
Just then a soft wind flew through his hair and a whisper flew by his ear. Only your dream, Seto. A delicate, attractive voice told him.
Kaiba looked to the side from which the wind blew suspiciously. His eyes lit up in surprise as he saw Isis appear from the darkness.
Standing tall, draped in a dress of white and wearing all the same jewelry pieces and such, she looked exactly the same since he last saw her. She had not changed a day it seemed. She looked directly at him, her eyes full of wisdom and warmth.
"Isis." he said to her. "But what does this mean? Why are you here?" he was more curious than impatient. Every time he met with Isis something interesting happened. The last time he had met with her in a place like this, she had given him an Egyptian god card. What would happen this time?
Isis took a step toward him. "This is your dream, Seto. Not just any dream, however." She walked until she was close to him and she gave a weak smile with her eyes. "I am here to warn you, Seto."
Kaiba couldn't believe it. First Koroku was telling him to cancel the tournament, but Kaiba took it as bullshit. But since Isis was there to warn him about something, it had to be for real. She hardly ever joked with anyone. She was rather a pained person. Maybe it was more than just a gut feeling.
"Warn about what, Isis?" Kaiba sounded eager but tried to keep his tone to curious, and rather demanding. "Tell me." He requested lightly.
Isis bowed her head softly, as though she knew he was listening intently. "The power of my brother's millennium rod is growing." She began softly, her voice was pained. "New he is in search of all the millennium items." He eyes filled with worry. "This goal of his cannot be reached, by any circumstances."
Kaiba crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a look of irritation. "So what do you want me to do about it?" he retorted bitterly. It was annoying to him when people had to tell him something and wouldn't get to the damn point.
Isis was quiet for a still moment, studying Kaiba intensely. She could sense his impatience, and she knew she shouldn't really test him. Then she looked at the artifacts on the wall, at the ancient stone writings. She brushed her fingertips over the picture of the ancient pharaoh, and a pained smile came to her lips. "I would have consulted the pharaoh," she said huskily. "Or even the tomb robber Bakura, but Marik has grown tired of their powers and of the millennium items they obtain."
Kaiba blinked and then raised an eyebrow. "And."
Isis hesitated. "I need your help, Kaiba. We all do." She said softly. "The fate of the world may depend upon it, even." She took in a very slow breath. "A girl will come into your life very soon." She tried to ignore the way his eyes flared with question. "She holds the power of the millennium stone in a ring upon her finger. She has no idea of its powers or purpose, thus it would be simple for Marik to take it, and rid of her." Sadness came to her eyes.
Kaiba nodded rather slowly. "I see." he trailed out. "So you want me to find this girl and the ring, and.protect them?"
Isis lowered her glare. "Yes."
Kaiba stood and blinked at her. For the most part, he believed that it would be a simple task to protect a girl from someone like Marik, with all his hired goons and such. But Kaiba was a busy man; he had Kaiba Corp to run, and of course the tournament was the next week. "What's in it for me?" he asked rather snobbishly.
Isis swallowed very softly. "Nothing you would be interested in.yet." She said, a tiny smile came over her lips.
Kaiba scowled. "Then why would you expect me to fulfill such a task if for nothing?" he was rather insulted. "I'm a busy man."
Isis nodded. "I know, Seto. But in the end you will receive more than you bargained for." She grinned, for the first time that entire time, she grinned.
Kaiba studied her words. More than he could bargain for? What on earth was that supposed to mean? He couldn't understand. He was about to ask, but then he noticed she was very slowly going transparent. Kaiba uncrossed his arms. "Isis."
"Just remember that, Seto Kaiba." Isis said, and upon closing her eyes, she faded into the darkness right before his eyes.
"Isis!" Kaiba shouted, and reached out to grad her, but she was gone. He wanted to know more, he wanted to know if this was the bad feeling that Koroku and he had had all evening. He wondered further more if he should take any of this for granted. He had so many questions. Isis couldn't go yet.
Suddenly Kaiba let out a startled cry. "Isis!" and found himself looking into the darkness of his own bedroom. The moonlight poured in and cast wrought shadows upon the floor. He was panting softly, but then he relaxed a little.
A knock at the door startled Kaiba nearly enough to give him a coronary. "Sir are you all right?" came the butler's voice from the other side of Kaiba's door.
Kaiba wondered how long he had been dreaming, or asleep for that matter. "I'm fine!" he snarled angrily.
"Would you like something to help you sleep, Mr. Kaiba?" asked the butler.
"No," Kaiba stated, rubbing his collarbone. "I've slept enough."
The Dream
When Kaiba arrived back at the mansion, he found everything was quiet, which was good. He suspected that most of the servants had gone home for the night. Only the butler remained, but he too looked tired as Kaiba walked in the door.
"Where is Mokuba?" Kaiba asked softly as he faced the butler.
"He's in his room, asleep sir." The butler replied, drolly.
Kaiba nodded. "Good." The first bit of good news he had had in awhile. "I want you to hold all messages until morning." Kaiba said, handing the butler his jacket. "I'm going to bed."
The butler bowed. "Yes sir."
Kaiba went to his room and began undressing. It had been a long day, and he could use the sleep, even if he believed that some people could work without sleep. He often liked to think he was one of those people, but it just wasn't possible. Within moments he had fallen into bed, lying on his back, amongst the cool sheets. But he couldn't fall asleep yet as easily.
He was still thinking about what Koroku had said back at the office. Did he really think canceling the tournament was a good idea? And this bad feeling of his was he really concerned about the duelists? Kaiba tried to remember why in Hell he cared, but it had been bugging him since he had left the office.
Kaiba shook the thought out of his head and he turned on his side to keep from thinking about it. His eyelids were growing heavy and in no time at all, he closed his eyes, and was fast asleep.
But, within the seconds in which he fell asleep, Kaiba opened his eyes, and found himself in what looked like the Egyptian exhibit of a museum. It was a dark room, but the wall was covered with artifacts and symbols from ancient Egypt. Kaiba knew he had been here before, that he recognized the room. But from where?
"What on earth?" he said to himself as he tried to leave, but found he was stuck inside the room. There was no door, and he couldn't go any further than the darkness of the walls. It were as if an invisible wall stood there holding him back. He couldn't understand it. He returned to the wall with the artifacts and looked over them. "Where am I?" he whispered to himself.
Just then a soft wind flew through his hair and a whisper flew by his ear. Only your dream, Seto. A delicate, attractive voice told him.
Kaiba looked to the side from which the wind blew suspiciously. His eyes lit up in surprise as he saw Isis appear from the darkness.
Standing tall, draped in a dress of white and wearing all the same jewelry pieces and such, she looked exactly the same since he last saw her. She had not changed a day it seemed. She looked directly at him, her eyes full of wisdom and warmth.
"Isis." he said to her. "But what does this mean? Why are you here?" he was more curious than impatient. Every time he met with Isis something interesting happened. The last time he had met with her in a place like this, she had given him an Egyptian god card. What would happen this time?
Isis took a step toward him. "This is your dream, Seto. Not just any dream, however." She walked until she was close to him and she gave a weak smile with her eyes. "I am here to warn you, Seto."
Kaiba couldn't believe it. First Koroku was telling him to cancel the tournament, but Kaiba took it as bullshit. But since Isis was there to warn him about something, it had to be for real. She hardly ever joked with anyone. She was rather a pained person. Maybe it was more than just a gut feeling.
"Warn about what, Isis?" Kaiba sounded eager but tried to keep his tone to curious, and rather demanding. "Tell me." He requested lightly.
Isis bowed her head softly, as though she knew he was listening intently. "The power of my brother's millennium rod is growing." She began softly, her voice was pained. "New he is in search of all the millennium items." He eyes filled with worry. "This goal of his cannot be reached, by any circumstances."
Kaiba crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a look of irritation. "So what do you want me to do about it?" he retorted bitterly. It was annoying to him when people had to tell him something and wouldn't get to the damn point.
Isis was quiet for a still moment, studying Kaiba intensely. She could sense his impatience, and she knew she shouldn't really test him. Then she looked at the artifacts on the wall, at the ancient stone writings. She brushed her fingertips over the picture of the ancient pharaoh, and a pained smile came to her lips. "I would have consulted the pharaoh," she said huskily. "Or even the tomb robber Bakura, but Marik has grown tired of their powers and of the millennium items they obtain."
Kaiba blinked and then raised an eyebrow. "And."
Isis hesitated. "I need your help, Kaiba. We all do." She said softly. "The fate of the world may depend upon it, even." She took in a very slow breath. "A girl will come into your life very soon." She tried to ignore the way his eyes flared with question. "She holds the power of the millennium stone in a ring upon her finger. She has no idea of its powers or purpose, thus it would be simple for Marik to take it, and rid of her." Sadness came to her eyes.
Kaiba nodded rather slowly. "I see." he trailed out. "So you want me to find this girl and the ring, and.protect them?"
Isis lowered her glare. "Yes."
Kaiba stood and blinked at her. For the most part, he believed that it would be a simple task to protect a girl from someone like Marik, with all his hired goons and such. But Kaiba was a busy man; he had Kaiba Corp to run, and of course the tournament was the next week. "What's in it for me?" he asked rather snobbishly.
Isis swallowed very softly. "Nothing you would be interested in.yet." She said, a tiny smile came over her lips.
Kaiba scowled. "Then why would you expect me to fulfill such a task if for nothing?" he was rather insulted. "I'm a busy man."
Isis nodded. "I know, Seto. But in the end you will receive more than you bargained for." She grinned, for the first time that entire time, she grinned.
Kaiba studied her words. More than he could bargain for? What on earth was that supposed to mean? He couldn't understand. He was about to ask, but then he noticed she was very slowly going transparent. Kaiba uncrossed his arms. "Isis."
"Just remember that, Seto Kaiba." Isis said, and upon closing her eyes, she faded into the darkness right before his eyes.
"Isis!" Kaiba shouted, and reached out to grad her, but she was gone. He wanted to know more, he wanted to know if this was the bad feeling that Koroku and he had had all evening. He wondered further more if he should take any of this for granted. He had so many questions. Isis couldn't go yet.
Suddenly Kaiba let out a startled cry. "Isis!" and found himself looking into the darkness of his own bedroom. The moonlight poured in and cast wrought shadows upon the floor. He was panting softly, but then he relaxed a little.
A knock at the door startled Kaiba nearly enough to give him a coronary. "Sir are you all right?" came the butler's voice from the other side of Kaiba's door.
Kaiba wondered how long he had been dreaming, or asleep for that matter. "I'm fine!" he snarled angrily.
"Would you like something to help you sleep, Mr. Kaiba?" asked the butler.
"No," Kaiba stated, rubbing his collarbone. "I've slept enough."