There was definitely something different in his eyes. She decided to let it go though, she had to serve the food before it got too cold. And control Malik's urge to do away with Kelly…
"Excuse me Bakura." Isis said, not entirely looking at him. It was at that moment Malik walked into the room, not looking pleased. Upon seeing Bakura, he seemed to reconsider his choice, he looked back through the door, the sounds of Kelly and Rishid laughing erupted. He stayed.
"Hello Malik." Isis said, tired, as she sat the pot down on the table. "Would you mind getting Rishid and Kelly? It's time for lunch." She spoke, not exactly giving him a choice.
"Yeah, whatever." Malik whined as he promptly screamed, "Rishid! Lunch!" Malik collapsed in one of the kitchen chairs bored. Isis looked at him un-amused. She could have yelled.
"Thank you Malik." She said disapprovingly, though Malik didn't take notice, as he was too busy serving himself.
After lunch, Isis cleaned up, noticing Bakura was still more quiet than usual. After finished with the dishes. Rishid and Kelly had long since left, as had Malik, meeting up with a few kids from his school. She walked into the living room where she had assumed he was, to find him sitting in the large front window staring out.
He still didn't look happy, and for some reason, that bothered her. Maybe she had just spent too much time around him.
"Bakura?" She questioned, maybe he was just sulking, he didn't seem to like being around Malik, Rishid, and Kelly. He didn't move much but mumbled a 'hm' under his breath. Still she couldn't blame him, though she did feel bad for him.
Isis walked over to the window, it was mid-afternoon, the busiest time of the day. He seemed to be watching as the cars and people passed by.
And he was. Bakura sat in the window watching the fast and busy lives of that days people, trying to figure out where he fit in there and then. Feeling a presence behind him, Bakura turned and looked up at Isis. He frowned a bit seeing a look of sympathy in her eyes, he certainly didn't want to see her sympathy.
"Stop it." He mumbled harshly before getting up from the window and pushing past her, deciding that it would be best to leave for a while. Isis followed him confused, what had she done?
"Bakura?" She said in a warning tone, one that, by itself, demanded to know where he was going and when he'd be back. He seemed to ignore her, brushing past her. Not one to like or accept the cold shoulder, Isis grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to look at her in the eye. She glared up at him, a bit of confusion crossing her eyes as she did.
Bakura looked down, at first angry. How dare she touch him! But then, something different. Why would she bother to stop him? Why would she care? It confused him, causing his brows to furrow. Isis misinterpreted the confusion which caused her to be even more confused herself.
He stayed looking at her, searching her eyes. Why would she care? Could she care? Did she care? These questions ran through his head as he tried to assure himself that she didn't.
Isis stayed looking up at him, her hand still placed on his shoulder. Her look softened, as did her grip. Why couldn't he just accept it? Why couldn't he make a new life for himself in their century? She knew it would be hard, hard for anyone, but he could no doubt do it.
"Bakura…" She said softly, noticing his eyes soften and run wild with confusion.
Bakura suddenly felt uncomfortable, unsure what to do or say. Though he knew leaving wouldn't be a good idea. Bakura then realized that her hand was still placed on his shoulder.
Isis leaned forward unconsciously a bit, as did Bakura.
"Isis!" Marik screamed as he slammed the door open, taking just enough time to glare at Bakura before his gaze returned to Isis.
"What is it Marik?" She asked, irritated at her little brother's annoying other personality.
"Malik! I demand that he-" Marik started before he was rudly pushed out of the doorway by Malik.
"Isis! Don't listen to him! He's lying!" Malik screamed in a panicked fashion, his eyes wide.
"Now I'm sure that-" She started before getting interrupted again, something that was getting quite too common for her liking. The two boys started arguing/screaming with one another and that soon evolved into pushing. After quietly trying to stop it for a while screamed, getting both of their attention.
After yelling at them and sending them to their room, she turned, expecting to see Bakura. Except he wasn't there.
Looking, she came to the conclusion that he must have quietly slipped out in the midst of the argument.
Bakura had left, thankful that Malik and Marik had come back when they did. He had no idea what was about to happen with Isis. It was strange to him, but he felt as if she could care about him, maybe even did, that he could perhaps trust her.
Okay, shorter chapter, but it works! Sorry! I promised romance and there was only semi-romance! I promise, next chapter, romance! You have permission to hang me by my feet if there isn't! I should be ending this very soon though. Maybe next chapter, but doubtful. Please read and review!