Lightning-Dono: I'm suddenly aiming for humor. x.x I'm not going to wait for any reviews. Beware the OOC-ness of Kaiba.

This chapter isn't long, either.

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It appeared that his plan to not sleep a second wasn't a very good idea. A few days later, Seto collapsed while at work on his desk and fell into a deep slumber.

"'Niisama, you need to finish your paperwork!" A completely sober Mokuba shook Seto urgently. The pen slipped from Seto's slender fingers as the young boy shook his brother.

Seto jerked awake for a few moments. "Mokuba...Just go play..." He interrupted this with a long, healthful yawn. "...someplace else." His head dropped back into his arms, but his eyes continued to stay open as he watched Mokuba leave the room.

He felt exceptionally lightheaded as he operated his laptop in the privacy of his office, reviewing the events of the previous days in his head. He had been sitting there for the past few days, playing Isis's little episode over and over in his head like a CD player on repeat.

"What does it all mean?" He shouted when he finally snapped after sitting at his laptop, his fingers wandering over the keys, but nothing getting done. Seto wasn't usually troubled by nonsense made by common people that had no power over what he did, but he couldn't seem to take Isis of his mind. In fact, in fear of turning on his main computer to find that the whole thing had been turned a sandy Egypt brown and decorated with Isis's face, he had ceased to operate it at all.

Roland (A/N: I forgot his Japanese name. o.o) staggered into the room, balancing a tray of food in one hand and a stack of envelopes in the other.

"Your food and mail, sir," Roland said with a bow, placing the items down on a spare table in the room. "I do believe someone is filing a complaint against you for not finishing your paperwork on time? The company has been expecting a quarterly quota on how well your company has been going, but since you haven't sent them the information yet..." His voice trailed off into nothingness.

Seto dismissed the man. "I'll work on it," he lied deliberately, tiredly ripping open the first envelope. He sighed when he read the first line. "I can pay them the money later," he muttered. "That's one power I have." He smiled grimly as he placed it neatly on the tray of food.

The next envelope was a beige color, patterned with what looked like opals. Seto frowned. Was this an offer for some kind of jewelry? He wasn't very interested in buying any products, but it was part of his responsibility to maintain order within his company. Seto acknowledged the fact that companies had the right to break ties with his company if they wished, causing very controversial events, most likely leading to chaos.

If there was anything Seto hated more than people trying to take advantage of him it was chaos.

Unknowingly, he slit the top of the envelope with a knife on his food tray and a neatly folded letter fell into his lap. Throwing the envelope aside, he unfolded the letter and stared at the handwritten print. It was obscenely small, but he could make out some of the letters. Finally, Seto's eyes adjusted to the strange curl of the letters and he was able to read it.

"My, my, Seto.

Have you not heeded my hidden warning? I mean what I say. It's going to end very soon. The world will not end, in deed not. The Pharaoh will take care of that matter, of course. In fact, I have much faith in the matter. The problem is your part of it. Since your part won't come into play for a while, I know you must be terribly bored, cooped up inside your little...cubicle, was it?"

"Office, you nutcase," Seto muttered, fighting the urge to throw away the paper. But the world needed atleast one informed person.

"At any rate, what I have told you will happen. I can sense it. Every time I see you, I know I'm slowly, almost magnetically, being drawn to you. It's fate's way of telling us that we were meant to be together."

For some reason, a warm feeling rose to Seto's face, mainly around his cheeks. "Fate can't do this to me," he moaned.