Lightning-Dono: Gee, isn't Isis just...Wild? xD I can't believe that I made her do that. Wh00...

Once again, Answer to the Reviewer.

can't think – Whoa, long review alert! :o Psh, I don't have a boyfriend, but my school made this new rule saying we can't have any PDA, so I'm all good with that. Sure want a boyfriend, though. Isis and Seto are making me look bad. xD; I'm glad you think those are so funny! Should I change the drama part of the genre to humor? o.o

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Malik dealt the cards once more when the television flickered on unexpectedly. He turned to find that Rishid was now in control of the remote, oblivious to the fact that Malik was giving him cards.

"I don't want to play anymore, Malik," Rishid told his brother firmly, skipping channels on the fuzzy TV with the crooked antenna that they owned. Someone watching it would've thought that their vision had been impaired over the past few seconds if they hadn't known better.

"But this is fun!" The dirty blonde teenager pouted childishly. Ever since he had been freed from his task as a Tomb Keeper, Malik had been taking a lot of things into consideration. Maturity being one of them. Apparently he thought that he should only be mature when he had a task.

Otherwise, he was completely wild and acted much like the ten-year-old he used to be some six years ago. At times Rishid and Isis had often thought that it was a complete mistake to make this decision, but found that it was nice that their brother was now light-hearted, free of his dark side.

The adult male turned to find that Malik had completely changed his position, turning his back upon his older brother to attempt and play cards against himself. Rishid chuckled lightly before giving the TV his full attention. It was the news channel, which was practically the only channel that actually had high definition on their non-cable television.

"Isn't that Isis?" Rishid muttered worriedly, squinting at the small snapshot in the top right-hand corner of the screen that stayed there while the studio workers gave the full summary of what had happened.

Malik stared at the screen. "That is Isis. Why is she on the news?"

"Maybe if you'll be quiet we'd be able to hear," Rishid grunted back.

"And now, a live report from one of our reporters who was at the scene."

They switched to the reporter, who was standing right outside the steel blue building that bore the words 'Kaiba Corp.' on a neon sign suspended right at the top. She was wearing a red jacket that stood out horribly against the dark building behind her.

"Just moments ago, an Egyptian woman was caught leaping off a helicopter that appeared to be hovering right outside the window of a meeting room where Kaiba and his committee were discussing advancements in their dueling systems."

Malik and Rishi exchanged wide-eyed looks. "Looks like she's lost it," Malik commented.

"The woman was later identified as Isis Ishtar, a descendant of a Tomb Keeper clan that resides in Cairo, Egypt. We have yet to confront her, but we have confirmed that Kaiba Mokuba was piloting the helicopter at that time. At this time we do not have live footage of this act, but we assure you that the president of Kaiba Corp will have something to say about this. Back to you."

Another report followed about a mass murder caused by a planted bomb somewhere in a city miles from Tokyo.

"What do you think they were doing?" Rishid asked, fingering the folds of his robe nervously.

"Who? The guy who planted the bomb? I don't know. Trying to kill people?"

Rishid paled considerably. "NO! I mean what Isis and Mokuba were doing outside of Kaiba Corp's secondary building. You don't think-,"

"You know what, Rishid, I think that she was trying to get Kaiba to love her by pulling off such a stunt. I mean, how many women are daring enough to jump right off a helicopter?"

"But they didn't say where she landed," the older male pointed out. "Why would Kaiba have something to say about that?"

Malik pondered upon this, his facial features screwed up in thought. "Hmmm...Maybe because he doesn't like people bungee jumping right outside his building? You know how much that guy hates too much publicity. Perhaps he thinks that people might think that outside his building is a potential spot for bungee jumping so the next thing you know- POOF! The whole population of Japan will be lined up outside his building, getting ready to bungee jump off a helicopter."

Rishid's eye twitched as he took in these words. "I don't think that's the case," he said skeptically. "I think she might've jumped in through the window. That would've caused quite the disruption, don't you think so?"

The phone rang loudly from the simple kitchen counter.

"I'll get that!" Malik pranced to the kitchen happily. He had also grown a strange obsession with phones and any other types of communication. Rishid could hear the clatter he made when he accidentally dropped the receiver and had to bend over to retrieve it.

"Hello," the dirt blonde-haired boy said into the phone...At the wrong end.

"WHO IS THIS!?" The person at the other end screamed through, thinking that their phones were really tacky to volume was minimal. Malik was forced to turn it around.

"It's Malik at your service."

A relieved sigh and chattering erupted from the other end. "Hey, Malik, it's Jounouchi. We were just watching the news and we think we're onto something."

Malik grew interested and concerned at the same time. "What are you on to?"

"I think Isis has...a death wish," came the reply in hushed tones.

The young teen's eyes grew large as an opal gem dug up from a mine. "What are you talking about, you dummy!? She just loves Kaiba, that's all!" The second that had exploded from his lips, he immediately flinched in instant remorse.

There was a burst of raucous laughter from the other end. "Are you serious? In love with that anti-social guy? That's the FUNNIEST thing I've ever heard!" Jounouchi took a deep, calming breath. "Well, what ever you say. I think it's still an unfulfilled death wish. People don't just go leaping off helicopters on a daily basis, Malik."

Malik snorted. "Watch, on Thursday everyone will go jumping off helicopters just to prove you wrong."