summary: long story short: Malik steals Seto Kaiba's soul. Isis figures this out, 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, the special ones) Seto/Isis.

little talk

so busy. i've been thinking of not doing this during the school year, and only do it during the summer. summer time...can't wait.

I've actually thought of making a Odion/Isis story, But then...didn't know what to do. Also, I like Seto/Isis stories.

IF FORGOTTEN, REMEMBER: there was a little transition from third person, and now it is in Isis' POV.

: there was a little transition from third person, and now it is in .

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disclaimer: I don't own the King of Games, Yugioh. I don't own anything

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Mistake in Identity

Chapter 3

Bzzt. Bzt.

My hands started to tremble as they gripped tightly to the railing. Is it Seto Kaiba at my door?

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzzzzzzzzzzt.

He was clearly started to get impatient so I went back into my apartment, and closed the sliding rice-paper doors. I felt like dragging the house-slippers I was wearing. From what I know of Kaiba, he's the guy who asks you to come to him. Not the other way around. A bit nerve-wrecking for me, or maybe it's just that Malik makes me worry about everything. So, I went to open the door and could've expected no less.

"Hello, Isis." he greeted in his usual tone very cold. Though there was just something in his voice that was different, some sort of texture. "You have some time?"

"And you do? Aren't you busy with your own company?" I know. I sound different, too, but I don't really like the fact that he's here. Please forgive me, but, Why in the name of Ra is he doing here! Well, he grunted a little, and let himself into my apartment anyway.

I closed the door behind him as he bent down to change into the house slippers.

"You going somewhere?" he asked me, there's no one else to ask anyway.

"No."

"Then why is all this luggage here?"

Oh. So. He meant that.

"We're returning to Egypt soon, my brother, Odion, and I."

"When are you leaving?" he spoke with a sense of urgency in his voice. It's almost a phenomenon to hear since he normally speaks so analytically.

"Next week." I answered promptly. Kaiba straightened himself up. He's really tall. I guess I've never noticed this because I normally stand at a distance when talking to him and everybody for that matter. Oh, Ra, I'm trapped in a corner because I opened my door to a man who is standing too close to me right now. I feel the need to hold my breath when anybody is this close. Too bad this entrance hall, where you're supposed to put your shoes, and such, is so small. Please, make him move!

"How come you never said anything?" Kaiba asked. Another question, "Aren't you going to give me that destiny-crap you've always told me before?"

Has Kaiba ever been on the other side before? Isn't he the one not asking questions because he already omniscient? Joey is the one always asking questions though... "What has come, already passed. There is no need for me to stay, and I also rather go home than to stay in this crowded city."

He didn't look offended, or maybe I didn't say anything insulting about Tokyo. Maybe it always is crowded, and no one has ever thought of a place any less.

"What airline are you using to get to Egypt?"

In case if you want to know, he still hasn't backed off. Which confuses me to why he even let himself in. Or maybe he just takes a joy in staring down at people in his shadow, intimidating them.

"X-lines. My brother chose it." I had to add that quickly because X-lines isn't an airline appealing to the female senses, I should say. It is known to be notorious in the eyes of wives, and other seekers because X-line has this service to help men on flights to calm down. I saw an infomercial on it. I was washing the dishes late at night while watching the news. When the news ended, the infomercial came on. Oh Ra, such immoral people! I'll be quick with this, since I didn't have the remote control, I couldn't change the channel, so I watched these ladies with flashy hair, and a lot of makeup come out. I don't like makeup, it reminds me of prostitutes, and if you've seen me, my hair is rather plain. Mai has such beautiful hair.

Anyway, these ladies, it was pretty obvious that they must have had all kinds of surgery, especially in their chests, dear Ra. Now, Malik only chose it because I immediately began saying, "I don't want to go on X-lines." He didn't know what it was at the time since he asked me why I didn't want to go.

"That's an interesting choice." Kaiba smiled. Or more like smirked. He blatantly showed no hiding in the fact that he could see the embarrassment I'd be going through on that plane. "I'll revoke the tickets for you." he said it like he was doing me a favor...which he was, in a way.

"No, I'm fine. The X-line trip is only from Japan to Korea. Inexpensive."

"No, it's not fine. I'm going to make them revoke it, you know why?" he posed this question to me while bringing his hands up to my cheek, gently making sure that I'd look up at him, and not anywhere else.

"Why?" I asked, keeping my voice as still as possible.

"Because I'm going to make you stay here." cold blue eyes said so. He also added, "with me." But I don't think I was supposed to hear that. So I asked him the last question the stayed surreptitiously on my mind.

"You're not the real Kaiba, are you."

Almost a known fact to me. Besides, Kaiba doesn't touch cheeks, much less people, anyway.

"So maybe I'm not. But that isn't my fault, now is it?"

He's right. It isn't.

"Kaiba keeps journal entries on his laptop, that's how I knew about you and your brother. His mind is full of business. Want to read them?" Thank you, Ra, so much that he is starting to back away from me, along with is hand.

"No, I'm fine. But tell me, since you aren't Kaiba, who were you in your past life?"

He stopped walking to the dinning table for that moment. His face displayed an emotion that I have never seen on the real Kaiba: he was taken by surprise.

"I don't know. I can't remember."

I should have expected that answer. Though the way he acts, I'm sure that in his life, before Malik came by, was more lively than Kaiba's. And less serious.

He situated himself by my luggage.

"Don't unpack these."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to come to my mansion on the country-side."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I told you to. Besides, didn't you say that you disliked this city? I have a mansion, out in the middle of nowhere. Lush, green grass, and a large, almost maze-like garden. You're coming with me tomorrow. I'll be stopping by here, and I expect that you be down, with your luggage, and Malik, and Odion, ready to get into my limo.

"And don't disappoint me, 8:30 sharp." He says this in his usual growl which this soul has somehow a natural acquired tone, just like Kaiba's.

He leaves my apartment without a much 'goodbye'.

I already miss him now, Kaiba. It's odd. His body is still here, and yet his cold soul is far away. I don't know what to do. I wish the real Kaiba was back. Really.

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I don't know any 'X-lines'. I made it up. (Though I think that might be obvious, ne?) but I did hear that there's actually an airline with that kind of service. a little disgusting, yes? ek.