summary: long story short: Malik goes off and has fun, steals Seto Kaiba's soul. Isis immediately figures this out, and so Malik is coerced to place Seto's soul back into his body. Everything seems fine until they find that the soul inside Seto's body is the wrong one. Meet the new Seto Kaiba, ladies (and gens...).

little talk

I came up with this story, using my twisted mind. So review, or not, I'll still go on at my own pace.

I was thinking instead of Malik stealing souls (since he wouldn't do that, now would he?) and to have Bakura do it. But...I couldn't figure out a way to have Isis find out what Bakura would have committed.

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disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh.

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Mistake in Identity

Chapter 2

Silence.

That's all there was when Malik went into the Ishtar's Japanese house. More like an apartment complex. Malik stood at the entrance, and replaced the shoes on his feet for slippers. Stepping onto the wooden floor, he saw his sister sitting at the dinning room table.

"Sister!" Malik greeted with his usual smile, "Beautiful afternoon, isn't it?" he looked at the wooden widow frame that cast sunlight onto Isis' face. "You should go you sometime, other than for necessities. Just...for fun." Malik continued to speak.

"Brother, isn't that why you go out?" Isis stared at her brother's lilac eyes.

"Yes, Isis, I would like to enjoy myself now for the time being"

"Malik, what did you do?" she demanded with a harsher tone.

"Well, I don't like carrying around this rod like it's a piece of jewelry." he lightly smiled, "So I added a few accessories to it."

"Give Kaiba his soul back! And anything else you've been doing." her eyes shown furry as she spoke calmly, "We're leaving Japan soon, do you know that?"

"Yes, sister. I know, and I'll do what you ask. Let's go." Malik stepped back into his shoes, "I'll contact Mokuba so we'll be able to see what's left of Kaiba." he reached into his back pocket, and pulled out his purple cell phone, and key chain.

"I'm not going on that." Isis spoke briefly.

"Figures, let's go, Odion." Malik said as he swirled his motorcycle-keys around his finger.

Ah. Alone.

It feels empty here, not just the apartment, but my heart.

I worry. Summoning a soul isn't quite so easy.

I can't go.

Malik leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, standing in the office room where Seto was laid on the sofa. "I'm sure she'll arrive soon." Malik said softly.

"Well, whether she comes or not, I want Kaiba's soul back, now!" Mokuba softly yelled as not to have the reporters just down the hall to hear.

"Master Malik, I believe that it may be for the best if you do the summoning now. Whether Mistress Isis is present, or not does not have any effect on your summoning."

Malik walked toward the sofa where Seto laid, and took out his Millennium Rod, "Come to think of it," he said, "I don't think she even said she was coming." The Millennium Rod glowed, and emitted a quick flash of light. Malik covered his eyes with his hands, and blindly watched a misty circle float over Seto Kaiba's body. The floating aura settled on Kaiba's body, and started to sink in. "Many thanks." an unfamiliar, soft voice spoke in Malik's head. "Sure." Malik unknowingly greeted the CEO, and fell down onto the floor.

"Master Malik!" Odion rushed to his side. Seto looked at the two, or at least his eyes were upon them.

"So, my name is 'Kaiba', huh?" he glanced at the desk, on top there was a name tag.

"Seto!"

A short kid with long black hair ran up to the stranger, "Seto! You're back!"

"Of course, I am...um..." his eyes flickered.

"...You, you don't remember me?" the little boy's eyes started to swell with tears.

"No,no, of course I remember you, Mokuba. Come here, and give me a hug!" Seto stretched out his arms, waiting for his little brother to follow. But Mokuba froze at the very thought of it. A hug? Seto hasn't given me a hug in a million years!

"Big brother..." Mokuba's voice was muffled, and tears dried by Seto's trench coat.

By then, Odion, and Malik had already left the brothers together.

"Mokuba, this is my office right?"

"Yeah."

His eyes glanced back at the name tag, after the name 'Seto Kaiba, C.E.O.'. "Mokuba, I need to get back to work, alright?"

"Okay!"

Seto sat down behind his desk, and watched his little brother leave the room. He sighed, taking off his trench coat, and activated his laptop from its sleep.

"Let's see, from what I gather right now, my name is 'Seto Kaiba', C.E.O. of Kaiba Corp...what on earth does it make?" His hand moved onto the mouse, and searched for the answer, "Oh...gaming systems, soon to have an amusement park, hm. He must really like that blue-eyes white dragon, it's everywhere on this homepage site!"

Seto leaned back in his chair, "Hm. From the knowledge I have, in my brain that is, I hate Pegasus, Yugioh, and his friends...and someone called, 'mutt'. I guess he hates dogs, too. He can really care less about a lot of people oh wait. Not this person..." a mischievous smile formed across his face. "It's a her..." he taunted, in a way, taunting himself. And then quickly added, "I'm slightly relieved that it's not a he."

"Something else comes to my mind... a word processor. Some files I've saved to the laptop..." He closed the windows to the Internet, and open the word processor on his notebook. "Oh, my...journal entries! Not too many...but they'll be useful. Let's read."

Isis closed her eyes, and lifted her head towards the ceiling. It was getting dark, the sun was setting behind the sliding paper-rice doors. "Once I get home, I'll be able to have something to do, "Isis told herself out loud, out of boredom, out of her love for Egypt.

Isis got up from the dinning room chair, pushed open the sliding doors, and reached for the porch railings. Out shown below was a crowded streets of cars, and people walking about. Signs that hung all over the place showing different stores, restaurants, office buildings. Her favorite store was the stationary store on her block. It had a pink, and white sign saying 'MiMi' and in a smaller print below it, 'paper store'. She smiled to herself. She never had the chance of childhood like Malik, all children seemingly innocent, and pure. That innocence stayed far back in her mind.

A lot of youngsters were shopping, walking down the street. One of familiarity Seto Kaiba. Along with him, a crowd of crazy girls, male admirers, and news paper reporters following behind as others just stood aside, watching the commotion as it passed.

"Why aren't you in your limo, Mr. Kaiba? Have you filed bankruptcy? Is your company doing poorly?" Isis heard a newspaper reporter shout, as many people around Kaiba were talking rather loudly. Kaiba just kept walking on, taking no notice of them.

"Well..." Isis spoke out of astonishment of Kaiba's appearance down her street, "Looks like he's fine, just like him." Meaning his ignorant attitude. She watched him walk past 'Mimi, paper store', and right into the apartment building. Her apartment building. Or at least, the apartment building she lived in.

"I'm here for Isis Ishtar." Seto said to the receptionist.

"Of-f-of course, Mr. Kaiba!" The shy female receptionist did not bother to hide her affection.

"...The room number?" his voice started to grow impatient. While behind him were security guards trying to hold off the crowd from disturbing the peace by going into the building. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind Kaiba, the crowd dispersed to their original activities.

Bzzt. That's buzzing sound of the doorbell. Not much of a bell.

I had a feeling, that this would happen.

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in case if it wasn't clear, now, the story turns into more of a story from Isis, her saying 'I', 'myself', etc. I'll (try to) do my best in this POV.