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Disclaimer: I do NOT Yu-Gi-Oh!

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Author's Notes: Mwahahaha!! Sorry, getting a bit carried away with the VIOLENCE!! Anyways, keep those damn reviews coming, I feel like some of you are reading but not reviewing. Hey, that's cool as long as you don't like the fic, you don't need to review but if you DO please do, and tell me about how it is!! ^   ^ Because if the majority of you don't review I won't continue this fic. Yes, that is a threat.

Chapter Four: Committing Suicide On My Brother's Grave

Seto was the first to wake up. He looked down in a dreamily state at the young woman next to him who he had his arms wrapped around. She seemed to be uncomfortable, but not because of him, but of a nightmare of some sort.

A soft sigh escaped her and he brought one hand to her face and with the back of it, he stroked her gently. That seemed to do the trick. She calmed down a little but was still asleep, deep in slumber.

He smirked a little when he gently took the arm draped across his chest and sunk down lower so that it was level with his mouth. He glanced at her to make sure she was sound asleep enough. His mouth opened and trapped the skin of her arm. He pulled back and watched her flinch a little. With a little laugh he continued, until he made it to her face. It was then that he realised how bad her dream really was.

Seto gently pushed back the stray strands of hair that had fallen on her distressed face, caressing her cheek lightly as he did. He could feel the dampness of her sun kissed beauty of a face and pulled her closer to his body.   

Isis gasped, opening her eyes and shivering a little. Sweat rolled down her face as she remembered where she was. The familiar warm embrace brought her back to the real world once again. And actually for once in her life she was glad.

"What was the nightmare about then?" Seto asked, leaning his forehead against hers as she gazed up her head at him.

"You." She said a little disgusted.

"No, sorry that was real." He said sarcastically and Isis detected a hint of anger in his tone.

She smiled and let out a small sigh. They kissed for a while, and Seto was surprised at how much Isis was holding on. Usually she had to pry him off her lips but this time…it had changed.

He grabbed her top arms and pulled her away, Isis looking slightly annoyed.

"What?"

"Isis, I have got a job to go to."

"Of course you do…but it's not like we're a married couple or anything." She said, leaning in again.

Seto kissed her but pulled back again leaning over her, getting ready to pin her down if she tried to move.

"You don't have to be a married couple to talk like that."

Isis looked up at him, deep in thought. Was Seto actually being serious? This side of him she had never seen before. The whole talking back thing was natural but she never thought he ever disagreed with her. After all, he did have opinions but certain one had never meant to have been so…serious. She'd struck a nerve. She could tell. Maybe he'd already had bad experiences with women? Yeah right, Isis was the first to come in a million.

"Why are you talking so-"

"There are some things you don't know."

"That I should." Isis finished.

There was a small tension between them as Seto looked down at her with those deep blue eyes of his, searching hers. Isis too was searching his for something…but what, she wasn't sure of.

Finally she broke it, releasing it was pointless to even bother. "I swear, I don't care. What difference does it make anyway? I mean, it doesn't…" She asked.

Seto liked this change in her so suddenly. He knew her well enough to know she wouldn't be concerned about his past or his life in particular. She had changed. Besides, he could tell she wanted to sound like she didn't care because of what he'd put her through in the past anyway.

"No, it doesn't make a difference." He said kissing her again.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, being bathed in the warm feeling of his presence again. That's why she hated him so much. She loved his presence because it made her feel safe. It made her feel like she was dreaming again.

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Isis was stalling. She knew she didn't want to go to the cemetery…not just yet anyway. Something was holding her back from seeing her little brother's grave. It was guilt, she was engulfed in so much guilt she couldn't even bare to see the grave of her brother.

No, she could. All she had to do was grab her coat, walk out of the door and straight to the cemetery. She knew it well enough considering she passed it everyday on the way to work…

Well, save it for a work day. She thought logically.

No, those lies weren't going to work on her. She was too damn aware of them and all they would do was keep eating away at her until she went mental and berserk. So she had no other choice but to go and get it over and done with.

Taking a glance at the clock she noted the time so she could make sure she got home on time before the clock struck four o'clock.

The air was cool when she stepped out; giving her the push she needed to get moving. On her way there, she tried so hard not to think about a certain blue eyed creature but it was so hard considering…She idly wondered if she was actually going anywhere with him. Just because they'd slept together didn't mean a thing. It could mean a wild moment of spontaneous outburst, like their wild animalistic urges got the better of them. But the fact was she had no clue about her life anymore. She was muddled up.

She was there. The archway was carved from stone but she didn't bother looking at its structure. She was looking over in a corner of the cemetery to where she knew she was going. With a deep breath she took the first step into the home of dead corpses, followed by another few until she had reached the grey tombstone.

The carving above was clear but not something Malik would have wanted to see. Rest In Peace. He didn't like peace. She smiled. If Malik had seen this he would have been setting up a whole army to destroy the whole cemetery!!

She laughed, a tear rolling down her cheek. Going down on two knees, she knelt in front of the slab of stone. Right underneath where her brother was.

"…I'm not ok, Malik. For one I miss you…" she wept for a little while and continued, "I miss you like you were my oxygen and someone's taken it away and given me…poison instead. Seto's that poison. Yet, he's the only thing that can keep me alive…but with every passing moment I change Malik. When I die, I might not be the Isis you used to know. I don't want to leave the Earth like that. I want to leave like I am now." She put her arms on the stone and leant forward to bury her head into her arms.

She was thinking about suicide. Thinking about committing suicide on her brother's grave. But Isis hated suicide and she would never take her own life away…and she didn't want to die the same way her brother had. That was his way of saying he knew it was ready for him to leave, no matter how heartbreaking Isis felt it was. He had to do it because he couldn't die knowing he would not be happy to disappear off the Earth with no free will.

Isis couldn't. She didn't want to die. But what else she lost apart from Malik? She'd lost her baby. Yes, her baby and that bastard Kaiba's baby too. She wanted the baby; she loved her baby before it was even born. Kaiba had been no help; he wanted her to rid of it. He told her upfront. But she refused. So what the hell did Kaiba think he was doing when she'd lost the baby during a miscarriage?! He acted like he truly cared. In fact, he wanted to marry her before she found out she had the baby. She just didn't understand why he felt threatened by having a family before they got married. Didn't being part of family involve children? At the time, she'd had enough. Fuck it was all she thought. Fuck it all, I don't need a family with that bastard. Her life went from worse to even worse; it was shit. A regular hell.     

But love was never going to be through with her. And there was nothing she could do about it.

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Malik's body was put on the top of the empty tomb, people gathered around to witness the 'holy' event. It made Isis sick, but she was forced to watch her brother's body to be sliced by knives and ripped apart by her father's bare hands.

Every moment Isis saw the blood from her brother's body fall from his lifeless body she tried to turn but two hands gripped her head. Closing her eyes was hopeless too. They were forcing her to watch or else she would have to drink her own brother's blood or be forced to pull his heart from his body. Isis would have gladly chosen death but they were not going to be so polite.

Monster was the only thing that could run through her mind as she watched her father slit his bare body open before her. She cried hard, sobbing until she could feel her heart thumping madly against her chest.

This wasn't supposed to be happening to Malik!! It was supposed to be her, her!!! She was the one that was supposed to be killed…not him.

She let out a scream when Malik's heart was pulled out and she cast her eyes to the floor.

A shadow approached until she was staring at two dark slippers.

"It's your turn…Witch." Her father said, raising the silver and bringing it down into the girl's body. She leant forwards so her hair fell down at her sides and the last thing she saw was the dark shadow over her.

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"Isis? Hey, what are you doing here?" Mokuba asked, looking towards her when she entered the Kaiba mansion.

"Can't I come see my favourite person n the whole world?" She asked, grabbing Mokuba playfully and tickling him. She let go and ruffled his hair, kneeling to look at him.

"Alright," Mokuba said with tears in his eyes, "So that obviously means me!"

Isis laughed a little. She loved Mokuba, or as she liked to call him, Mokey, the name Seto rejected a while ago. She loved children and Mokuba was almost like her little cousin or something. A little brother even…or maybe Isis was desperate to fill in that little void in herself. There was only one way to find out. To spend time with him and see what she felt.

"No, really, where's Seto?"

"Niisama will come down soon; he's just sorting out something on his laptop…"

Isis looked at his frown and curiously wondered what was wrong with him. She put her finger and thumb together and hit the bottom of his chin upwards gently.

"What's up?" She asked softly. "I can tell…I used to have a little brother too…"

Mokuba sighed and looked at her. She knew those eyes. He was upset about someone or something. He led her to the back garden which Isis loved. It was almost as big as their front yard. She sat near the pool in the centre with him in and watched as he dipped his fingers in the pool.

"I've been asked to swim at the gala at school tomorrow…but I can't swim."

"You don't know how?" She asked softly. He shook his head, his light raven hair gently bouncing. Isis smiled and tousled his hair affectionately. "I'll teach you."

Mokuba's eyes lit up, "You will?!"

"Of course, Mokey. Now come on!"

Mokuba fell back a little, "Now?!"    

"Or I can just push you in!!" Isis teased gently nudging him as he clutched onto her for dear life.

Yeah, he's just like Malik…in so many ways…the voice in her mind whispered softly. In too many ways…maybe this is the life I need to be living now. It's over. My old life's gone; this is a new era, I'm a new damn person. Isis Ishtar is coming alive. She's going to be who she wants to be.

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Author's Notes: Just to let you know, no more flashback past scenes!! And I have more lemons coming in. But that doesn't mean there isn't more pain coming into this…heh, please keep on reviewing and reading!! It makes it all worth while!!