I thank you all so much for your sweet reviews; I appreciate them all so much. They're the greatest thing when there is so much shit in your life all at once.

By the way, Merik is older than Malik by a few years.

Kaho na Kaho: whether your say it or not. (I hope I spelled that right, and did the grammar right too…)

"I… if you'll all excuse me." Isis said, sounding a little forced. The others nodded in respect for her wishes, despite the fact that she didn't wait for a response from them. Heading down the lavender hallways, the strong scent of alcohol lingering in the air, Isis took a left, then right before opening the large French doors, leading out into a modestly sized balcony. The gentle, cool breeze ran finger like gushes through the ebony locks of the Egyptian. She sighed, years of masking emotions and feelings had been broken in mere seconds. However, Isis didn't even have to dwell on wondering 'why'; she knew the cause of her anger and hate now towards Samuel. She wanted the job, not for herself, but for Malik, Rishid and Merik. She wanted to better their lives and give them a place to live and prosper, to be happy and not worry where food or decent shelter would come from by the end of the day.

"Ishtar, are you moping?" Isis cringed, continuing her stare at the pink and dark blue colors in the horizon. She wanted to turn and scream 'no' at the man, to let her frustrations out. Instead she took a deep breath to calm herself and felt the mans presence move to her side, leaning into the railing. Despite the fact that it appeared as if he were sky-gazing, the woman could feel his gaze on her still. She wondering briefly if he honestly expected an answer back.

"Please, not right now." Was all she could let out.

"I don't know why you're pouting for that fool of a man."

"What?" Isis narrowed her eyes, head slightly turned to face the man. "I'm not pouting, Kaiba! I'm angry because I don't have a job and a lot of new bills will be coming up! Not everyone can be handed everything." Isis returned her dangerous glare towards the clouds, attempting to flow all of her negative energy with the wind that seemed to play with her.

"Handed?! Ishtar, are you implying that I got handed everything? I work hard for Mokuba, I did everything to get up to where I am at, it's not my problem some people aren't as successful as everyone else!"

"Unlike you, Kaiba, I have three men to care for-"

"That's the difference between me and you," He added, turning his head and resting his fiery sapphire orbs upon the woman. "I care for a little brother. You are working for three grown men." He continued to look at her, waiting for a reaction to his words.

"Excuse me!?" Isis snapped, now returning his stare. "Malik is going to college, I don't want him working and distracted from his work! Rishid deserves to rest now, after our childhood I don't want him to even lift a finger for anyone! Kaiba, you didn't grow up with us, you don't know-"

"What about Merik?" Seto asked calmly, an unread emotion in his eyes. "He can work; it's not like he's had an ungodly hard life and needs rest. If anything I would think he needed to work and do something for the people that are housing him for all that he's done-"

"Merik is a good man, despite what you may say." Isis defended the man she called her brother. No one understood the Ishtar family's relationship with one another; it was all so special, yet so indescribable.

"He can still work; quit trying to protect him, Ishtar." Seto sighed. "How 'old' is he? Or rather, how old did you sign him up to be?"

"He's twenty-one, like in his past life…"

"It's limitless where he can work, then." Seto's angry voice had calmed slightly now, he sounded soothing if anything.

"…" Isis slowly blinking at him, deep in thought. A brief thought occurred to Isis, was Seto giving her advice and caring?

"So you'll talk to him, then?" Seto snapped, irritated by the woman's silence.

"…yes I will, Kaiba."

"…"

Isis returned her stare to the stars now appearing in the sky. Merik working wouldn't have been so bad, being the fact that he could work somewhere he enjoyed and stay out of trouble, especially with Bakura living in the same town as them. She let out an inaudible gasp when she felt a warm hand over her own, cold blue orbs watching her. Was she imagining it, or did Kaiba just place his hand over her own? Briefly before looking at the man she checked her hands, seeing the creamy colored palm against her own cinnamon one. She matched his gaze now, curiosity tormenting her as to what Seto was up to. He whispered a few words with a tiny smirk before leaving.

"Don't screw up."