Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I don't even own Jono! Man, that's sad...
SIDE NOTE: Dragaria: ((is giving stuff to Rain of Love)) And here's my posters...my bracelet...my copy of Yami's Millennium Puzzle...my plushie...my pillowcase...my bedspread, bed sheet, covers, wallpaper... ((continues))
Sariah: Things just haven't been the same since Dragaria gave up on Yami and moved to Chu...erugh! Bad thoughts...betcha Rain of Love's liking the stuff, though.
Dragaria: And my calendar, my watch, my headband...
Sariah: Well...thanks all for reviewing. I know I haven't updated in a long time.
Dragaria: My CD of Yami's cutest noises...oh, I'm gonna miss that...
Sariah: Um...read on.
"We're here, mister Kaiba."
Kaiba rolled down his window and peered outside. He had stopped at the museum. You'd better have something important to say this time, Ishizu... He grumbled to himself as he stepped out of the limo and walked up the museum steps. He was met by none other than Ishizu. "Alright, start talking. I had to cancel two very important business meetings to come here, so you'd better not be wasting my time."
"You will not be disappointed, Seto Kaiba," Ishizu assured him. "Come. Follow me." She led the CEO inside the museum.
"This had better not another one of those Millennium Item speeches," Kaiba warned.
"I'm afraid it is, Seto Kaiba. Sorry to disappoint you."
"I'm outta here," Kaiba turned around, prepared to leave. But just like the first time, the museum doors closed and he was locked inside. "Give me a break, Ishizu! I've heard enough of your fairy tales."
"Seto Kaiba, you must listen!" Ishizu insisted. "There is something very important going on right now that involves the Millennium Items. This is something you need to hear."
"Why does it involve me?"
"Because one of the Millennium Items has your 5,000-year-old look-alike inside it," the Egyptian woman replied. Kaiba rolled his eyes. "Stop denying it! You have an ancient past, Kaiba. It's time you accepted it when it's most important."
"Alright, fine, I'll play along," Kaiba narrowed his eyes at the woman. "Which one is it?"
"The one belonging to my brother, Marik," replied Ishizu. "The Millennium Rod."
"You're joking."
Ishizu shook her head. "I wish I was. You need to get that item, Seto Kaiba; and I can assure you that it won't be easy to obtain. My brother won't give it up willingly."
"Let me get this straight," Seto began bluntly, as always. "You're saying that I have to find your crazy brother, somehow get his Millennium Rod without him trying to kill me, all because some ghost that looks like me is inside it?" He scoffed. "If you think I'm gonna fall for that then you're as crazy as your brother."
"Trust me, Seto Kaiba," Ishizu insisted. "I promise I will help you. And if I turn out to be wrong, you may shut down the museum."
Kaiba raised a brow. "Really, now? A chance to close down this dump for good? Now I'm interested."
"Will you do it?"
Kaiba smirked. "You've got yourself a deal."
SIDE NOTE: Okay, I know it's short, but I'm tired! Cut me some slack, here. Well, I'll update as soon as I can...till then...please review!
