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Malik is kind of odd in this chapter. Oops. xD;

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Isis unfolded the letter carefully, aware of the fact that Seto might've put a mini bomb in it. She was getting the feeling that she'd never be able to trust Seto very well, no matter how involved they got in each other.

"Just like Seto to type out a letter," she thought, feeling annoyed. The man was completely immersed in his countless technology. Her eyes were forced to adjust to the small, business-like font.

Isis.

You know what I want to say to you? I want to congratulate you on getting this far with your pointless trickery. And though it isn't trickery, its atleast some sort of blackmail you're planning.

"Can't make up your mind?" Isis's lips grew into a thin, straight, bloodless line.

At any rate, I'd much appreciate it if you just stay away from me. Why? Because I've got enough people hounding me already without another person that's after my blood. Isis, I'm tired of your attempts to get closer to me and profess your love in a harmless manner. I assure you that I'm not buying one second of it, and with that said, you should just back off and mind your own business.

And never hack into my systems again unless you want me to come their up close and personal.

-Kaiba Seto

CEO of Kaiba Corporation

Isis reread the last line. "That would be nice. It'd be just grand to see you 'up close and personal'."

She announced her leaving a few days before at dinner.

Malik, Rishid, and Isis were feasting upon freshly cooked vegetables and chicken that Rishid had whole-heartedly prepared. In fact, it seemed that cooking was one of his only passions in life.

"I will be taking a trip soon," she said in her usual tone of voice, which was either mystical or filled with an aura that made people think she was predicting the future. No matter what she said, it sounded as though she were, so it didn't make much of a difference.

"Wmmmhy?" Malik uttered, his mouth full of the flavorful chicken. Rishid turned to stare at his younger half-brother who was wolfing down food. In this case, he was putting more in his mouth than he could chew and swallow.

Isis put a reasonable amount of food onto her fork and lifted it delicately to her mouth. "I must go to Japan once more to confront someone."

Malik fluttered his minimal amount of eyelashes in a seductive manner and clasped his hands together on the table. "Is this someone your...Secret love?" His innocent smile evolved into a menacing grin that was directed towards his older sister.

The woman frowned disapprovingly. "It is no longer a secret, my dear brother."

"Mmmmm...I mean, good point." Malik licked his lips impatiently. "Let's stop talking and start eating!" He mentally drooled over all the luscious food courses that lay spread out infront of him. "I shall savor every bite of that-,"

"You're free to help yourself, Malik," Isis pointed out.

"Oh, right." The teen reached out and grabbed the dish of salads. There he picked out some select lettuce leaves, poured himself a large helping off the dressing, and nearly flung it back to the other side of the table had Rishid not stopped him.

Isis watched this in slight amusement. "I will make an entrance at Seto's building and make sure that he notices me." She waited for this to create an impact upon the two males that sat by her.

Malik stopped eating to silently think about this. Finally, he asked, "Are you going to dress up in really...er...revealing clothes and float infront of his office window or something?"

To his horror, Isis seemed to be considering this idea.

"I could, but that would make him like me less." She paused for a second, and her heart felt gravity take its toll on it as she muttered, "even less than he does now."

Malik used his tastes for women to help Isis in this matter. "Well, atleast do your hair or something. I'm sure if you looked a little different it'd make him go 'Wow' and stuff instead of just seeing you and saying, 'Oh, there's Isis.'.

Rishid nudged Malik in the ribs to make him notice that Isis was suddenly very depressed.

"...How can I make him like me?" She nearly wailed, collapsing onto the table, shaking with suppressed tears.