Lightning-Dono: Last night I thought up something that would make this fanfic more drama. :) But what I have in store for the direction of this fanfic will have to wait until later chapters. Then again, I might change the idea because at the same time it's too angst.

I decided to begin this chapter with the translated lyrics of the song "Sayonara Solitaire" from Chrono Crusade.

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mariko – Bah, I hate cliffies, too. -.- Thanks for the compliment, and yes, I shall keep writing! Dun dun dun...

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It's because I love you so much that I hurt you, that I'm so confused

Coming close to your cold cheek, my soul was born

I always want to see you right away

I love you so much I can't speak, so how will you see my kindness?

Hold me tighter, I believe in your warm heart

Farewell, solitaire, to tomorrow

Because I'm so small, I give everything, but it's not enough

This hand, which can't hide anything at all, I want to give to you

We still have to see off the white dawn

Why was I able to run across someone this important?

Holding on to these fingers that they almost hurt, I see the dream that had disappeared into sadness

Farewell, solitaire

Because I'm no longer alone, tomorrow awakens, and I'm with you

Because I have someone whom I love so much, I'm here by your side, protecting you

I'm so glad that I was born on this earth that connects me to you

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Kaiba's lips twitched, itching to tell the answer, but couldn't. It was much too complicated. How could he ever explain that he actually had feelings for the daring, tanned woman that stood boldly before him? It would've been much easier to push her right out the open window rather than to tell her that he cared more than it seemed. Everyone one but Mokuba saw him as a heartless jerk, and now suddenly she was part of his fan club.

"You are all dismissed!" Kaiba barked at the prying eyes that bound his voice to his throat. With moans about missing out on everything, the men slowly scuffled out of the room.

Isis finally broke. "Does the CEO of Kaiba Corp, the man that many people have rumored to be the world's greatest duelist, next Mutou Yuugi, not have the guts to spill his feelings?"

She was going for pressure, Kaiba was certain of it. The last time she had ever pulled a stunt like this was when they had dueled back at Battle City, and that was when she predicted every card he drew. But now was much different.

Kaiba felt like he was fishing into the wells of his heart for an answer, but the hook either fell off or the answer just wasn't there.

"What if I'm not ready to tell you?" Kaiba sneered unexpectedly. What are you doing? His conscience hammered on his skull, as though knocking on a wooden door. You're supposed to be telling her that you love her. Like her, at least!

What I say is none of your business, Kaiba argued back with the tiny voice that existed in the back of his mind. The voice that had controlled him for so long, but would no longer. Reality broke into his mind through Isis's sharp voice.

"What do you mean by that? You, and you only, know how to feel about someone. There's only the two of us in here. Unless this place is rigged with security cameras where the whole company can see exactly what's happening up here."

"Don't you think it's too early to be admitting feelings, Isis? We hardly see each other, and now you're already trying to take over my life."

Isis stepped up so close to him that she could see each individual bead of sweat that trickled down his forehead. She smiled in a way that made Kaiba immediately know that she had found what she had been looking for. Or atleast proof that would soon lead to the inevitable end.

"Either you're overheating and stressed, or nervous. What is it?" Isis reached out her slender fingers to wipe away a bead of sweat that lay fixed on his forehead. Kaiba winced, not ever having anyone touch his bodily fluids before.

"What do you think you're doing?" Growled Kaiba as Isis held her wet finger on the bridge of his nose so that the image was magnified and blurred to his eyes.

"Does this explain anything? Do you truly like me? Or are you just sweating because of other reasons?"

Kaiba's eyes traveled from the wet finger to the emerald gem that was wedged on Isis's golden headband. "Just because I'm sweating doesn't mean I like you, Isis. I would fancy your leaving just about now."

"If it gives you more time to think, my dearest." She deposited her fingers into a fold of her skirt.

The man strode broadly towards the door, a plan forming like an endoplasmic substance hatching from a liquid shell. "I'll be seeing that you catch a helicopter. Kaiba Corps finest." A dangerous grin followed this, but Isis missed it as she nodded obediently, deep in thought. "I will escort you down just as soon as I get one of my men to set it up. Stay right there." Kaiba almost added 'mutt' to the end, but then he caught himself in time. The term 'mutt' was reserved for that sniveling blondie Jounouchi.

Isis set herself down on a chair that had been flipped onto it's side when she had launched her 'attack' upon Kaiba. As she sat on the single leg, trying to balance her weight so that it wouldn't break, she held her head in her hands.

"Why would he admit it to me?" Sobbed Isis into her palms. Tears mingled with the sweat on her hands as she cried silently.

Kaiba felt like an evil tyrant that had finally done a good deed as he clicked down the tiled halls to the control room where the main systems of Kaiba Corp were operated by the ladies that the had so whole-heartedly hired. They stayed on task, and what's more, they didn't stop for a moment to bother him with rubbish every few seconds like the goons he had hired as guards did.

Heading for the man at the helicopter control panel, he turned so that they stood shoulder to shoulder. The sea of people before Kaiba worked efficiently and upstairs was someone he was planning to get rid of that very second. Kaiba felt extremely pleased with himself as he gave the orders.

"Fill the helicopter tanks a third of the way up with fuel," Kaiba commanded. The man dispatched these orders to the people who were busy furnishing the helicopter and doing maintenance with much confusion. He assured the men that these were what the boss had actually said, and logged off on them.

"Why did you ask them to do that?" The man questioned, eyes flickering with the images that he was pulling up on the computer.

Kaiba did give this question a second thought, neither did he call back his order. "A one-way trip back to Egypt wouldn't take a full tank. In times like these we have to conserve what's left of the abundant resources we once had."

The man nodded in understanding as he thought about how brilliant his master boss was.

But had Kaiba given him the actual reason for this, he would never have understood, much less passed on the instruction.

Kaiba gait included a bit of bounce to it as he headed back up to the room he had left Isis in. As he threw open the door, he found Isis hunched over, sitting on the leg of a fallen chair. Why she hadn't just turned over the chair to sit in it properly Kaiba didn't dare ask. He didn't need another reason to have to talk to her because that would just cause her to get suspicious about him again.

"Get up. The helicopter is going to leave in fifteen minutes to take you back home...Where you belong," he added in a quick mutter.

Isis gathered herself, wiping away any evidence of tears, and hurried through the open door. Kaiba followed her, trying to keep up with the figure walking quickly infront of him.

"What's the hurry?" He tried to keep the cheeriness from his voice, for that would make everything sound that much more dubious.

"I think it'll be that much better if distance was put between the two of us for now," came the hazy reply.

Kaiba silently agreed. "When will you be coming back?" Nervousness lingered in his voice for a second before leaving.

There was a short pause as they swung through the open elevator doors to lead them up to the helicopter pad.

"I'm not quite sure. But it will be soon, I trust."

Had Kaiba not choked on incoming saliva, he would've started chuckling. He doubted he would ever get another visit from that lady.

"I'll be seeing you very soon, Kaiba." Isis's misty voice trailed off as she stepped onto the helicopter that had been completely redone to look much like an expensive limousine. Or rather, one that can fly.

"Of course." Kaiba slid back the helicopter doors and latched it so that they wouldn't go flying open during flight.

Little did Isis know that this was how Kaiba wanted it to end for her. Watching an unsuspecting person step right into a disguised trap that would lead them plummeting to their doom.

Literally.