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Chapter 6: Mobile

Kira stood across the room from Seto Kaiba. He seemed a little annoyed about the phone call and what it had interrupted. He was leaning forward over the mahogany coffee table with steely blue eyes following her every move. She felt a little uncomfortable; after all he had just kissed her. Still he had the same look he had worn in the kitchen, a predator stalking its prey, and had just pounced. She side-stepped towards the door where she gave him a polite smile, "I'm really sorry Kaiba; some really important business has come up." She backed cautiously towards the door, torn between the part of her that wanted to leave and the part that didn't.

"That was Mokuba wasn't it?" He asked eying the nokia in her hand. She gave a small nod and moved away towards the door. "Well then I had better come with you." He sighed and stood walking past her with barely a second look. This annoyed her immensely, only seconds ago he had been trying to get her interest. "You see I sent Mokuba to his room..." Kaiba turned back to her with a slight apologetic air about him, "He shouldn't have even gone out."

"Kaiba he wanted to help you." She waved her hand indicating his wrists. "He came to me and I was babysitting at the time." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"So that story that you gave me about being attacked was not as true as I thought."

"What you think I could do this to myself?" she pulled gently at her red dress and realised it was going to be ruined. The brunette came closer to her and bent down to her level, so she could feel his breath against her ear.

"I suppose that you were attacked on your way here." He whispered before kissing her cheek. Kira felt herself blushing again. Nodding, she gently pushed him out of the way.

"I think we better go and rescue Mokuba then."

"We can take our time...he got himself into this trouble." He winked at her before turning and walking to the coat stand. "Do you want to borrow one?" he asked politely indicating several long warm coats. She smiled but shook her head.

"I've think you've offered enough hospitality to me tonight, I'm already starting to think your not Kaiba."

"So you would have liked me to kick you out on the street when you first came."

"No but you've not acted like that to anyone but your brother." He smiled, a real smile, and took a small black jacket down.

"At least take this."

Marik yelped as he woke from the dream, instinctively going for his throat. He rubbed there gently before Isis grabbed his arm. He turned to her with mild annoyance. A concerned look crossed her face which quickly turned into a smile. "Good your awake, I thought you were going to hit me."

"What do you mean Isis I was only dreaming?"

"You were really getting quite violent. You were even yelling out for Kira." Marik raised an eyebrow; never had Isis called Kira by that name. "We're here now anyway..." Slowly they unbuckled their seatbelts and moved towards the door, Marik still limping from his run in with those odd people. They had brought no luggage with them as his sister already had a house of things above the museum, where they would be staying. He was glad to be back on the ground but his limp annoyed him immensely.

"Blast it I wish I could run about now." He frowned something was very wrong. The passengers around the two were getting on one of those buses that take you to the airport but something else was drawing his attention. Isis frowned behind him and reached for his hand.

"Come on Marik, this will make it easier for you." She pulled slightly at his but he just flipped her off. Something was disturbing the shadow realm. After years of carrying the millennium rod he was reasonably attuned to the world beyond his own. Right now it was disturbed beyond anything he had ever been able to do. The taste of death lingered in the air, something else that people who had never held a millennium item could not taste. He was surprised that the tall Egyptian next to him could not feel it.

"Isis, tell me can you feel that disturbance over there?" Marik indicated a pile of wooden cargo boxes marked DOMINO in bold type. He was sure that this strange feeling was emanating from there. He limped away from her and lent against one of the boxes, "Or do you need to be next to it to feel?" Isis was cautious, maybe he had been to hard on her she had felt it but had not wanted to investigate. She was scared and her blue eyes showed it. There was defiantly something there and she knew it. She looked behind him but stopped as she reached his side.

"What happens if something is happening that we can't stop?"

"We do as the guardian told us and defend Kira." Isis nodded but didn't move, "Well..." Marik snapped barley being able to hold his own weight. She shifted from side to side and frowned.

"I don't think I'll be able to face it!" She pulled back and away from him, "Come on Yugi will know were Kira is."

"We have to find out what is going on, this could directly affect her." He hobbled around the corner and let out a gasp.

Kira stood outside the mansion gates waiting for Kaiba to lock up. It had started to rain again and her hair clung to her face. Her bun and plaits were probably ruined and going to take a long time to come undone. Not just that but her dress was completely ruined. Mokuba so owed her big time. She held herself tightly as she felt the warm leather of Kaiba's jacket. It was waist length and almost the same as one of his longer ones. It was a deep blue almost black and very warm. Now all she had to worry about was keeping her legs from getting cold. Seto finally appeared at her side and offered her his arm. She gratefully took it and they started walking. As they did so her hair started to feel heavy and the hair pins started to stick into the back of her neck. "Umm Kaiba...can we make a quick detour? I think I need to sort my hair out." Kaiba let out a laugh and tilted his head.

"So where were you planning to do that?"

"My apartment is just around the corner." She smiled and guided him down the road.

"So you think I'm ready to move in?" he smirked. Kira elbowed him in the ribs.

"That wasn't what I meant." She giggled as the approached the red door to the bottom floor flat. It was a modern home, very minimalist with white washed walls and black mahogany furniture, all supplied of course. She had made the curtains for the front room from chocolaty suede, and the kitchen was a pale blue in everything. There was one place she was not going to show Kaiba on his first visit and that was her bedroom.

She stood in front of the mirror that stood in the hallway. She was pretty sure that if she hadn't taken her hair down now there would be no chance of her fixing her hair before the end of next week. Slowly she pulled the four hairpins from the bun at the nape of her neck. The first was a long elegant blue with a small rose nestled into the top with small chimes hanging from its end; this was her most important one. It was the only thing that she had that had been given to her by her brother Mafuyu. Itsuki had made it though, a long time before he had disappeared. She held it gently to her heart and tried to remember what he had been like.

-Flash back-

The two brothers stood together on the atrium of their house. They held each others hands in a quite unison. Kira could never hope to be part of the love they shared because they were twins. Mafuyu was slightly taller than his brother due to a leg injury Itsuki had sustained. She could barely see then her eyesight was so bad...and clouded...with tears.

-End flash back-

She didn't even notice that she was crying herself, that is until Kaiba came over and held her. "What's up?" he smiled looking into the mirror a head of them. She stared into the glassy surface. She looked so pale and a little drawn with tears down her cheeks. Her hair was braided and hung down over her shoulders in a wet mess. Compared to Kaiba she looked rough. His hair although wet was still a little neater than hers and now it was wet he looked really sexy. She let herself rest her head on his chest as he patted her back. "What happened?" he asked again, quieter this time.

"I miss them, even though I don't really remember them." She clutched the hairpin harder until she thought that her own nails would pierce her skin. "I wish they hadn't died..." he just rubbed her back and whispered soothing words. She buried her face into his long white trench coat hoping that this wouldn't end. But with thoughts of her brothers came the thought of Marik and it unsettled her. She stepped back and tried to make her thoughts go away. She couldn't betray Marik, she couldn't but she couldn't make Kaiba feel bad either. She smiled at him and placed her pin on the dresser. "We should get going I know Mokuba will need my help with those three."

"Three...you mean those three I saw you with earlier?" she nodded and smiled, "I do believe that he could be in trouble."

Marik stepped back coughing at the all too real stench. Isis had already been sick from the sight that was before them. A person was there...or what had been a person at one time. It was sliced up with wounds all over its body, much like the ones that were on Marik's own body. He couldn't describe anything about that person, he couldn't even tell if it was male or female, but it was enough to tell him that they had gotten here before he had. "Isis we're going to Yugi's."

The doors to the mall slid open in front of them. Mokuba was running away from a red head at the other end of the large hall, his shouts could be heard from their side. "Lucy please stop that." Kira suppressed a giggle and yelled over to the two.

"Lucy, Mynce and Rayne come here now!" two of the girls came and stood in front of her as rigid as soldiers. There was a short silence from Mokuba and then a menacing "Yay!" followed by a red streak coming from the direction of the café. The steak bounced a foot away from Kira and jumped into her arms, giggling insanely. It was a small red head with bright green eyes and an innocent air around her. Kira on the other hand knew otherwise.

Mokuba approached holding his head in one hand. "That hurt!" Seto Kaiba approached his little brother and knelt down to stare him in the eye.

"I thought I told you to go to your room."

"S...sorry big brother...I want...I wanted to help you." The little boy bowed his head in sorrow. "I'm thought I was."

"I think you have had your punishment by the looks of it, I will let you off Mokuba." He set his hand on the youngster's hair and messed it up before standing and turning to the four girls. "I'm afraid I need to take him home Kira, do you mind?"

"Of course not Kaiba, these need to go home as well."

Authors note...the last part isn't that good cause I was bored of this a chapter...R&R if you want.