Lightning-Dono: Wow, isn't Kaiba just violent? I'm not just making this all up as I go along, I have plans for this fanfic. He has a reason why he's trying to assassinate her.

And since I love music, I've put more lyrics in the beginning. x) The song is "Kesshou" from anime X. It's Kamui Shirou's song and it's DRIPPING with angst. But who cares? The lyrics kind of fit the story.

Beware the mild language in this chapter. It's only one word, but whatever.

Answers to the Reviews. :D

can't think – Yaaay, you ARE interesting! And you're a consistent reviewer. It's nice to have people like your writing. :) At first I thought this fanfic would be crap and no one would read it. I guess I was wrong. :P I know, wouldn't it be nice if Kaiba just said, "I-I do love you." and the whole thing just got solved? Poor, stubborn guy. Heh, drama it is. :) I thought that line was gross when I wrote it. My stomach was doing gymnastics. xD

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I won't forget you

Even though we face a painful tomorrow

We are like the unstoppable wind

I want to find you, even though I'll lose you that fateful day

And until then, I'll have

Streaming tears

Long ago, I searched by following your voice

Birth after birth, as waves

Our souls once more headed toward that future, toward that place

One day you'll finally

Be at my chest

That's why our journey continues

One day our locked eyes will remember that the time is coming

That's why we sleep for now (So long)

I embrace you closely in a first gentle lie

I can't say goodbye, it would be too painful

It makes me cry that morning will come

That in the rain, we two will hurt each other

I cry over and over, that this will be your end

Someday our path won't end

That's why our journey continues

One day that dream of our extinction will become real

That's why we're tied to this emptiness (So long)

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Isis strapped herself onto the seat with ease, her eyes glittering with held tears that she refused to let spill. It was her downfall to let Kaiba see her pain. But she knew that when she had, it had awoken something in it – she could feel it in his reactions. His very eyes told the whole troubled story of why he held back in telling her.

For once in her entire life, she had managed to make a man tremble.

Kaiba was afraid. When his sweat had connected onto her skin, she felt the cold from it. Isis had always had a kind of sixth sense for feeling other's fear and pains ever since she had come to possess a Millenium Item. Even when it was out of her reach and it no longer belonged to her, it had left a mark by allowing her to seek out other's feelings at will.

"Are you all set?" Asked the unsuspecting man that was manning the controls with the co-pilot tailing him into the helicopter, closing the sliding door, and securing himself onto the seat.

Isis shifted her position for comfort. "Yes." In the period of several hours she would be back where she started; watching people pass by the window while daydreaming about Kaiba Seto. She almost wanted to give up. Isis knew she'd have such a larger chance of running into an Egyptian man that would have her other than some stuck-up CEO that wouldn't look her in the eye for any amount of money.

But deep inside her heart, she just couldn't let go of him. Pale skinned, well-built, strong and defensive. Something about him had left a small desire in her heart, just to brush by him left her a sense of vague satisfaction. Then again, at this point, there was nothing to do but watch the scenery on the ground fly by her eyes, that were glazed over in deep thought.

This is how it will always be, Isis thought to herself miserably while the pilot received coordinates from the control tower, replying back to them in a robotic fashion. If only Kaiba were that obedient. She smiled inwardly at the thought, but quickly erased it from her mind. A man with no soul of his own was nothing but a slave and Isis believed in purity and justice.

It was a few hours when suddenly the helicopter took a great lunge forward through the air. Isis was jerked completely out of seat, hitting her head lightly on the pilot's seat infront of her.

"You okay back there?" The co-pilot anxiously inquired, recovering from the sudden movement with much difficulty.

"I'm fine," Isis assured him, wondering what in the world that could've been. If she hadn't known any better, she would've assumed that they had run into a mountain, but the pilot looked experienced and sharp. He didn't seem like one to start trying to take wild risks.

Then again, over the years, Isis had learned that looks were deceiving. The outer appearance couldn't matter less.

"My God! The fuel is just about to run out!" The pilot shouted, pressing what seemed like random buttons on the panel, screaming, "Mayday! Mayday!" Into his headset.

This snapped Isis out of her daze immediately. Her eyes became the size of two ripe watermelons. "We're going to crash!?" She shrieked. As these words escaped her throat, the helicopter started taking stuttering lurches forward through the air. Isis could've sworn that her brain was getting jiggled out of place from all of this. She no longer felt secure about the world around her. It was a cruel world out there. And there was no escaping the truth.

"Did you check the fuel meter before we left?" Isis interrogated quickly before searching the compartment beneath the seat next to her. She was able to lift it up to reveal a small storage area underneath. Searching for parachutes in a panicked way, she kept her ears open above the racket from the engine to hear the pilot's reply.

"It was a third of the way filled!" He yelled to her over the raucous noise. It sounded like the whole helicopter was falling apart and loose parts were banging against each other in the engine.

Isis's heart seemed to try and beat it's way out of her chest. Why would a prospering company like Kaiba Corporation have a tank partially filled? Either Kaiba was either very ignorant or very stupid to endanger passenger lives by sending them off on a tank that wasn't even half full.

Suddenly it struck her. This was all part of a plan to rid her very image from his memory. He was trying to do indirect murder, and he did a very good job of this. But why was he making his pilots suffer just for her?

"Dammit! You heartless jerk!" Isis screeched, tears spilling from her eyes that had held back a river's worth of salty substance.

The pilots were clearly in confusion as they watched her fumbling madly through the items in the compartment. This didn't stop Isis from screaming, though. She just couldn't believe that in a few mere moments her life would come to an end. Everything she had ever worked for wouldn't even matter anymore because she would be lying in a wreck somewhere in a place she had never even seen. What would that money spent to have Mokuba fly her up to get to Kaiba be now? She could never get it back or see it again. And her crazed ranting while she screamed out all the feelings she had kept dormant within her for the past years.

"I LOVED YOU!" Isis yelled above the consistent rattling. "I DID ALL OF THAT FOR NOTHING! NOW I'M GOING TO DIE AND YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN! ARE YOU HAPPY, KAIBA? ARE YOU?"

"Miss...Miss...Calm down." The co-pilot timidly touched her shoulder to pat her, but the situation seemed very awkward. Isis was going insane and the co-pilot was too afraid to approach her. He was about to call it quits when Isis finally calmed, having saying those few lines. She collapsed tiredly onto the seat, her limp hands letting go of the items she held.

If he doesn't care, I won't care either, she told herself mentally, even though with every slowing stutter her heart seemed close to bursting. Isis couldn't believe herself. What could a man like Kaiba Seto ever want with her? All she had ever done was bug him, tell him about a pass that he wasn't even interested in knowing. Had she known that peace would've been restored anyway, she would've have wasted moments of her precious life telling him about it.

Now is not the time to regret. Isis wished she could just accept that she had done what she could and stop pitying herself. It was time to take some action.

"The control tower isn't responding..." The pilot dropped his headset as it slipped from his ears, landing on the rubber mat infront of him with a dull thud. "This is it."

The last thing Isis heard was a big booming sound followed by yells of agony before she passed out completely.