Lightning-Dono: Whew! I'm home how after doing some shopping, so...I'm bringing you this chapter. :)

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((insert text here)): Yuugi to Yami

-insert text here-: Yami to Yugi

Answers to the Reviewers

Sackachih – Thanks! Wow, a new reviewer! :O Yes, I know, Isis is out of character. But this fanfic wouldn't be good if she wasn't. If she wasn't, she'd just keep her distance and nothing would happen. Nothing. xD; Oh, I don't know how many chapters there will be. Enough to carry out the full story line, I guess? And if I feel like it, I might write a sequel. We'll just have to see.

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Yuugi, Anzu, Jounouchi, and Honda were crouched around the television in Yuugi's room upstairs. Their eyes were completely glued to screen, unbelieving.

What the heck was Isis doing on TV? And why was she leaning over him like they'd been friends for ages? Last, but not least, was she whispering into his ear?

"This is officially crazy," Jounouchi announced, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back, his head rolling back to face the ceiling. "What does she think she'd doing?"

"Well, whatever she's doing, Kaiba's not liking it," Honda observed with a slight hint of satisfaction. "Look at his face! He's going to bring Isis to the grave with him, he will."

Yuugi's lips were drawn to the sides in a half-smile, but he was still trying to work this out in his head. First of all, he knew that Kaiba had never had any romantic interests in any girl. He didn't actually know this, but if was pretty self-explanatory from how he acted around them. Well, he did have nicknames for all of them, and that could mean that he liked them and he was showing this by trying to break the ice and tease them a bit. But even so, he couldn't possibly like all of them.

He finally burst. "I don't get it."

"Don't get what? This is just plain weird. None of us get it." Anzu's sapphire eyes stayed locked on the screen as she watched Isis and Kaiba in action. Or rather, Isis, because Kaiba had just about become a statue.

"But why would Kaiba just stand there and take it?"

Honda, the expert of all things lovey-dovey, gave his opinion. "It could be that he likes her, too, but he's just afraid to show it. The sad thing is that if you started doing that to girl, she'd probably turn and slap you silly."

Anzu glared at Honda for a moment. "Not all girls would do that, Honda. Only people who couldn't understand the meaning of friendship if their lives depended on it."

The blonde teen closed his eyes in thought, which was made hard as he rarely did this. "You know that they could just be making this up?"

"No way, it looks too real," Honda said pointedly, not even considering the idea.

"Just because it looks real doesn't mean it is, All-Mighty Smart One," Jounouchi retorted standing up and grasping the wafer-thin remote control. "Now, let's forget this nonsense and watch some cartoons!" Singing these words, he flipped it to a different channel where they were airing a show that had a dog chasing an armored mailman down the road.

Yuugi loved the light-heartedness of his companion, but he couldn't understand the whole thing.

((Mou Hitori no Boku...I don't see how it could've happened. Why would Kaiba just stand there and let Isis slobber all over him like that?))

-I wouldn't call that 'slobbering'. Girls fawn over him all the time. We must forget about it and move on. After all, it is none of our business.-

((But he didn't do anything about it! It's not like him. If Anzu just started hugging him he would've threatened to burn her hair...Or something.))

Yuugi could've sworn that Yami had muttered through their mind link, "Kids and their violent thoughts nowadays."

-I am begging you to forget this. It is nothing but something today's media brings up to cause commotion and interest.-

((Atleast let me bring this up around Kaiba?))

-If you end up in the hospital, it's not my fault.- Yami's voice was spiced with humor, a tone that Yuugi never heard from him.

Anzu stood up, rubbing her knee lightly to reduce the itching on it. Must've been her wool skirt rubbing against it while she sat.

"I should get going now," she declared, removing her purse from the floor and slinging over her shoulder. "Ja ne!"

"Ja," the remaining members of their small group chanted as she exited the room.

"I still think this is nuts." Jounouchi's voice reverberated down the hall. The digital sounds of a mailman whacking the dog with a mailbag could also be heard

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Back at Kaiba Corp where Kaiba and Isis were frozen together, the camera man head left, already filming enough for the world to see how romantically inclined Kaiba was.

Kaiba, however, was rather angry and disappointed at himself for letting Isis get that far as to start showing signs of affection for him right infront of his whole committee. He also felt rather foolish, but any more and he would break his 'feelings meter'. Kaiba could only stand so much emotion before he broke like an exploding alarm clock.

"Get. Off. Me." He growled through clenched teeth at the woman who was embracing him still.

"I'm not letting you go. I'm still enjoying what I have worked for." Isis swept away from of the stray hair from his ear.

Kaiba's patience grew thin, a vein clearly ready to burst in his temple, it was throbbing like mad. "Fine. I'll give you two seconds to enjoy it." He counted in his head silently and atleast threw Isis off and jerked away from her groping arms. "Look, I have no connection to you whatsoever! You hear me?"

The crystal clear blue eyes that had once displayed so much affection for him turned hard and cold. The hurt showed so well that he almost regretted saying those words. "After all this time? Don't you feel anything?"

He was about to say something that would imprint the word 'heartless freak' onto his forehead forever, but decided against him. Now that he thought about it, what had Isis done to him other than hand him a powerful card that he soon lost, force memories of his ancient past into his head, and try and get closer to him? The lasting damage he had done to Isis by hurting her spirit was more than anything she had done to him. When it all added up, he knew she would be the victor and she deserved to win.

But Kaiba wasn't going to display his weaknesses for all to see. He wasn't one to serve justice. Just to look for power that he believed he was entitled to.

"I feel nothing," he replied shortly, averting his gaze from her darkening eyes. As cold and power-hungry as he might seem, Kaiba couldn't bear to see someone in so much mental pain. Especially if he caused it. In all his years, no one had shown as much as a speck of whole-hearted emotion infront of him because they feared being hurt by him.

"Tell me, Kaiba. I want to know."

He felt his heart racing as it did before, his pulse rising to dangerous levels. What was wrong with him? The palms of his hands grew sweaty, which he desperately tried to rub away onto his pants.

The room became still and silent, except for the distant rumble of helicopter blades cutting through the air and Isis's restless foot tapping as she awaited the answer.

For better or worse.