Lightning-Dono: Ignore the mistake with the last line in the last chapter that was accidentally italicized. n.n;

Serenity ReinHeart – Oh, I love the enthusiasm you have for this fanfic! Thanks so much! Seto x Isis is one of my favorite couples and it makes a lot more sense than some couples I've seen for Yuugi Ou. –coughcough- Seto x Honda –coughcough-

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Isis spread herself across the carpet of the small house Malik, Rishid, and she now lived in. Her clothing lay in folds around her as she contemplated the best way to get Seto to understand her growing passion. She was especially proud of her letter.

"Now that I've gotten that out, how shall I get him to like me better?" Her mouth stretched into a smile as she traced a simple picture of herself on the carpet with her index finger.

Malik entered the room, tugging wildly on his shirt. "Isis, does this place have any air conditioning?" He complained airing himself by jerking his collar back and forth. Isis turned and watched as her brother continued this strange action.

"Malik, this is Egypt, not Japan."

Malik sighed and left the room, grumbling about how they were so insanely poor they couldn't afford to install an air conditioning system. Isis, feeling a bit hurt by the way Malik was speaking of their country, struggled to find a way to get him to see the bright side.

"There's a fan downstairs," Isis called.

"Arigatou, onee-chan." There was a pattering of footsteps and moments later, a relaxed yawn exploded up the stairs.

Isis returned to her troubled thoughts, her hair splayed around her shoulders as she got up. "I suppose I'll draw him a picture to express my desire." She broke into a grin that was unusual for her and then hurried up the flimsy wooden stairs to her personal chamber. The walls were decorated with photographs of their experiences in Battle City. The wall itself was a simple tan color while bits of brown marble-patterned wallpaper peeled at places along some spots on one wall. She had only enough money to buy one roll for the entire wall so she lived with that.

Sitting down at her desk in a mahogany chair constructed of wood that didn't seem exactly fit to be made into furniture, she picked up her pencil and gnawed on the eraser slightly in thought. Isis had a horrible bad habit of chewing on the eraser whenever she was in deep thought.

Fianlly, pulling a piece of paper from the pile on her desk, her right hand shot out and darted about the paper, sketching a detailed picture of herself, guidelines and all. Her eyes were startlingly wide as the soon-to-be-drawn figure drew her in with his hands.

Obviously, that figure was her dream love.

Filling in the black space with Seto's lanky figure, she made his arms wrap around her waist as he pulled her in for an embrace. Isis imagined that the being in the picture that was to be her would accept it whole-heartedly, and that was about enough to send Isis traveling across the seas to get to Seto, just to perform the act inside the picture.

Accepting the fact that she didn't possess any pens or coloring utensils, she made with what she had. Erasing any stray lines to reveal a clean picture, she shaded in the folds of her formal attire and whatever else needed shading. For the eyes she darkly colored in with the lead for the pupils and shaded the rest of the eyes a color that steadily lightened as she went along.

Extremely pleased with the final product, she lovingly placed it inside a large envelope, wrote in loopy handwriting for the addresses, and stumbled down the stairs as though intoxicated.

There, stark still in the middle of the floor, was Rishid. His arms were bound around the legs of a chair and a handkerchief was tied tightly around his mouth. Between his feet he bore a letter.

"What happened!?" Cried Isis in concern and terror as she rushed over to free her half-brother. At once, once she unwrapped the handkerchief, Rishid rushed into a lengthy explanation of what had happened. His breathing was labored as he spoke, taking a small breath every few words.

"Isis – Seto's men gave – me this letter. Says – he – doesn't want – you to – bother him – any – more," the poor man panted.

Isis froze in the middle of unbinding Rishid's arms so he could move.

"Coward," she whispered fiercely as she did so. "Hurting my family just to get to me."

Rishid sprung off the ground, in a manner that was way too energetic to belong to a man that had just been panting out words moments ago.

"Seto...I'll get to you someday. I know I will."

Isis smiled an uncompromising smile.

"Even if it means doing something that you'll never expect me to."