Sweet November

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: How many times must I tell you lawyers that I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh? I never have, and at the rate I'm going I never will.

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Jounouchi stretched as he stood up. "We should probably get going, Yuugi, or your grandfather will think we ran out on him." Isis looked out the window. She knew they couldn't stay there forever, but she wasn't willing to be by herself at the moment. "Isis, if you're going to Kaiba's house, we can walk you there."

That was a relief to hear. She could go to Seto's house and tell him all about the prank calls. Furthermore, she would have Jounouchi to protect her on the way there. She nodded. "Thank you," she told them, standing up and grabbing her coat.

Dark clouds rolled in above them, threatening a storm. As they walked along, Jounouchi chatted endlessly about various topics. Though Isis tried to concentrate on the sound of his voice, the memory of that phone call was lurking in the back of her mind. Furthermore, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching them. Yuugi seemed to notice as well; he kept throwing glances back over his shoulder. However, every time Isis looked back, she could see nothing except the slight breeze rustling up some leaves.

Almost too late, she noticed that Jounouchi had stopped talking, and a loud, piercing yowl filled the air. Her attention was taken to a black cat that was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, the fur on it's arched back bristling as it snarled at them, saliva dripping from its fangs. "Jounouchi-kun, that's like seven years bad luck," she heard Yuugi say.

The cat swiped the air in front of it, hissing loudly. 'Isis, you cannot escape me.' Was she losing it, because she could have sworn she had just heard the cat talking to her.

"Tch." She didn't have to worry about the cat much longer, seeing as to how Jounouchi had kicked it out of the way. "I don't believe in bad luck."

Isis knew that wasn't true, but she wasn't about to start an argument with him now. At least he had gotten rid of the stupid cat. The rest of the trip passed without incident which Isis was immensely glad for. She wasn't sure how much she could take in one day. She said goodbye to Yuugi and Jounouchi at the gate to Seto's house, sad to see them go. Somehow that caller didn't seem much of a threat when they were around.

Seto wasn't home from work yet, so she went up to his study, resting on the couch. She sat up there, watching the rain finally start to come, beating against the windows. She wished Seto would hurry up and get home. For one thing, no one should be outside in this sort of weather. For another, that phone call was still weighing heavily at the back of her mind. She hoped Yuugi and Jounouchi had managed to get inside before the storm started. Thunder rumbled in the distance and Isis turned her attention away from the window. Earlier, she had thought things couldn't get much worse after Malik's reign of terror.

It seemed like she could have been wrong. There was a quiet knocking on the door, and Mokuba poked his head inside, "Isis, Seto's home," he told her before quickly disappearing again.

She smiled as she followed him. Seto would make things better again. He was soaking wet, having just come in from the rain, which of course, was always a pleasant sight to Isis. She wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a quick kiss. "Welcome home." She leaned closer, whispering in his ear, "I need to talk to you alone after dinner. It's important." He nodded slightly as she pulled away from him. She turned so she was facing Mokuba, Seto's arm resting lightly around her waist. Now that Seto was with her and holding her safe, Isis felt more relaxed and calm than she had all day.

"Niisama, can we eat dinner now?" Mokuba asked, a pleading look in his eyes. Isis was hungry, too. The only thing she had since breakfast was lunch with Yuugi and Jounouchi, and with those two around, it was a miracle she had eaten anything at all.

"Sounds like a plan to me," he told Mokuba. He turned to Isis, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke softly to her. "And after dinner we can..." he inhaled deeply, breathing in her sweet scent, "...talk."

She knew what his idea of talking would be. Well, there would be plenty of time for her to tell him what she had to after his version of 'talking.'

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Seto squeezed Isis' hand encouragingly under the table as Mokuba talked enthusiastically about his day. At least he didn't get any weird phone calls or was driven to spend the day with Yuugi and Jounouchi. Isis smiled, wondering what Seto's reaction would be if she told him she had spent the majority of her day in the presence of those two. More than likely he would into another rampage against Jounouchi. Of course, there was always the matter of convincing Seto to go to Yuugi and Jounouchi's party. There were some ways she could use to get him to agree. Ways that he wouldn't be too happy about but sometimes sacrifices had to be made.

Mokuba yawned and Isis checked her watch. It was later than she thought it was. Seto would be taking Mokuba up to bed soon, and then she and Seto would have some private time together.

Seto had also noticed Mokuba's yawn. "Come on, Mokuba, it's about time you got to bed," he said, standing up and walking over to his younger brother. For a moment, Seto thought Mokuba was going to argue with him, but apparently he thought better of it because he nodded his agreement.

They all went upstairs together and Isis waited in the hallway while Seto tucked his brother into bed. He gave her that smoldering gaze she knew so well as he closed the door behind him. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly on the cheek. "I love you," she said, resting her head upon his shoulder.

He responded by placing his arms around her waist, planting a kiss on the top of her head. "Of course you do."

'Smug bastard,' she thought, but it was an affectionate insult. She was used to him by now. If she hadn't, she would have left him a long time ago. "Seto, I need to talk to you," she whispered, regretfully pulling away from his warmth.

She grabbed his hand, leading him in the direction of his bedroom. It was much more comfortable talking to him in there anyway. They sat down on the edge of his bed, and for a moment, Isis forgot what she wanted to talk to him about as he began kissing her. If only it would be that simple for her to forget about everything. She shook her head, pulling away from him. "So what did you want to talk about?"

She wanted to tell him everything, she really did. However, for some reason she found that she couldn't. She brought up the issue of the party instead. "Yuugi and Jounouchi are having a party next week and they wanted to know if we would come." She paused, noticed the revolt in his eyes and quickly added, "You don't have a choice in this."

He glared at her. "I think I do," he insisted, his fierce, blue eye piercing into hers. She sighed. Damn it, he could be so stubborn sometimes. However, she knew he would probably resist and had come prepared with a back up plan.

"Not if you want this you don't," she told him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her lips to his. After a few minutes, she pulled away from him, a smug grin on her face. "Well?"

He shook his head at her. "That is so horrible of you." She smiled slyly at him, standing up and pretending to leave. "Alright, I'll go, but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy it."

"I knew you'd see it my way," she said, sitting back down next to him. She didn't want to have to resort to that, but sometimes he just wouldn't listen to any other reason.

"Was there anything else?" he asked, still giving her that disgruntled look. She opened her mouth to speak, but she still couldn't tell him anything. She wanted to, but she couldn't. Instead, she shook her head. "Good," he growled, pushing her backwards and pinning her to the bed. "You were a bad girl earlier and I think you need punished."

"And I suppose you think you should be the one to distribute that punishment?" He didn't answer, but she had her answer soon enough.

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