Lightning-Dono: Yaaay. I shall now point out the point of the last chapter. It was to show that Seto really has feelings far beyond love for Isis. Now, I'll let you figure out which one wanted to marry the other. ;) Because I'm weird like that.

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can't think – Isn't that cute? They aren't even old enough, but hey. At the moment I set Kaiba at 20 and Isis at 22...o.o I hate incense. It makes my heartbeat faster but it feels like I'm slowing down and I get headaches.

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Kaiba refused to see the body.

"Don't show me it," said Kaiba darkly as the gathered guards and medics surrounded him as he walked by the supposedly safe towel closet. He had assumed that he could get to his office quietly, but that was not to be. Instead, the entire hall was blocked by a group of congregating workers that worried for his safety and sanity. They weren't doing his sanity any good, however, as he wanted to reach his office as soon as possible and he was about to lose it if another worker told him about Mokuba's incident. It was the last thing he needed after turning sappy on the helicopter with two on-lookers.

At the moment, his company was the perfect example of social unrest. Workers milled about anxiously, watching the expression of their boss with apprehension. Had someone stepped into the company that had no clue what was going on, they would've thought that everyone was getting fired.

Isis stood silently on the out-skirts of the crowd, Kaiba's coat still draped over her thin frame. No one questioned her about the new fashion statement, but instead gave her strange looks as though saying, "What do you think you're doing with his coat?" Truth is that even though they had landed, Kaiba had never demanded it back. But at the moment, a coat that could be replaced for any amount of money was probably the least of Kaiba's priorities. The workers pestered him so horribly that she wouldn't have been surprised if he just snapped and went mad.

"Kaiba-san, what shall we do now? We don't have a testing supervisor!"

"Will you be holding a funeral?"

"Do you want to see the body?"

If anyone had been more distressed, it was Kaiba. These matters were of no importance and could be solved in due time. The way that they were talking about Mokuba in such an insensitive manner as though he had been nothing more but a laborer really bothered him.

Instead of fighting against the vigilant, energetic crowd, he dove between people, rushed into his office, and slammed the door shut. The sound of an inserted key and a clicking noise followed the silence that had come about.

"What's wrong with him?" One of the men asked impassively. "Mokuba was nothing but his little brother. I mean – I'm watching him and he rarely talks to Mokuba. He had better be regretting it." He wore dark sunglasses to match with his black, tailored suit.

That man was the duel referee.

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Kaiba fell into his chair, folding his arms on the desk before him, and burying his face in the mass of fabric and flesh. His right hand was caked with dried blood that he had never bothered to wash off.

Why do they care? He asked himself miserably, wishing he could stay strong just to keep his brother's spirit alive. But he couldn't – there were too many unanswered questions that he wanted to ask. The only problem was that for so long he lived off pride and flourished in the golden light shed by the people who stayed loyal to him. One of them being his only brother, who now ceased to exist within the world of the living.

The sound from the crowd faded out, presumably because they had decided to break it up and mind their own business. Kaiba loathed knowing that people were involved in any way to his personal business because he found people meddling within it had no right to be. The case was usually because they wanted to bug him, or they just cared way too much.

But for some reason, he didn't react rashly to Isis when she tapped politely on the door. He stuck the silver key in to let Isis make her entry before locking it back up. No matter how misanthropic the employees might find him, deep inside he felt now he only had time for one particular person. And that person happened to be standing by his side right then, inches shorter, but tall enough for him to lean his chin on.

"What now?" He asked, his hands gently squeezing her soft arms as though in a delicate massage. Everything right then seemed perfect despite the hole inside Kaiba's mind. It was like a black void existed in the back of his mind, soaking up every happy feeling except one that somehow persevered and refused to let go. Isis was his barrier from going off the edge.

Isis carefully removed his coat from her shoulders, making sure that she didn't create sudden movements so that Kaiba's jaw wouldn't bounce up and down. Lying it on the chair, she squeezed Kaiba's shoulders, releasing the tension he held there.

"I don't know...But we'll see what happens, won't we?"

Kaiba placed two fingers beneath Isis's chin and lifted it up so they could make eye contact. Tears pricked at the corner's of Isis's eyes as she saw the despair reflecting in his deep blue orbs.

"Cheer up," he whispered, bowing his head slightly. "I don't want to see you so sad anymore."

They shared their first kiss in a simple office, but to them it seemed as gorgeous as heaven itself.