summary: The soul of the famous CEO is stolen, and sent to the shadow realm. Before the media figures it out, Malik (because of Isis) places the soul back into the CEO. The only problem is that it's not really Seto Kaiba's soul as Isis finds. (seto.isis)

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little talk

btw, sorry about the previous chapter. that 'porch' which is normally accompanied in some apartments is called a terrace...

also, thank you: Ishizu From Egypt for your review, I actually didn't notice it at first since I was working on some other story...

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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 .

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

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Mistake in Identity

Chapter 4

Malik was out late with Odion last night, he was playing those arcade games. He even got me a little stuffed animal from the glass-box machine with a claw to grab them. Cute. This stuffed animal looked just like the mouse that used to hang around my bedroom back in Egypt. I remember that little mouse, it's fur had the shade of brown like wheat grains, along with two shiny black eyes.

I remember from when I had to take close care of Malik. That what all that I ever really done during my childhood, and it nearly became an obsession (which you now see on Odion). I became so focused on this duty that I never left our underground home, except to run errands, and sometimes odd jobs so that I'd have some money to spend for Malik, and Odion.

One day, exhausted from my work, I came home to find a little mouse crouched over a few crumbs of stale bread that were scattered around the end of my bed post. It became apparent to me that I hadn't cleaned my room yet, so I tried shooing the mouse away but it wouldn't move. It just scrambled around, and started eating faster.

Even after I cleaned my room, the mouse still came out as though it was expecting more bread crumbs on the floor. So with my own money, I bought some bread that night and gave it to the mouse, who by then looked famished. Then day by day, as not you bore you too long about my mouse, I eventually started talking to it. A bit like how some individuals start talking to their dogs, or cats, or how little children talk to their imaginary friends except that my friends aren't imaginary. One night, Malik caught me talking to it, he sort of laughed at me but then continued on with what he originally came to me for: a cup of water.

So, right now, I stand here in the lobby, waiting for the limo to come by.

Earlier this morning, I received a call, more specifically a recorded message, from X-Lines saying that the tickets were refunded, and to come back anytime. I told Malik, and Odion too since he was there, about Kaiba's appearance last night. I told them about Kaiba's invitation to his mansion. "If he's doing this to thank me, then I don't need it. Besides, I have everything I want here." Malik told me. He also added that he was happy to not be going on X-Lines after seeing a poster of it at a gaming center.

Since Malik's not going, neither is Odion. It's just me. My main motive for coming to the mansion is so that this new Kaiba doesn't do anything disastrous to the real Kaiba's company.

It's 8:27.

"Is he a good friend of yours?" the receptionist lady asked me, her 47th question.

"Not really"

"How is it you got so close to him? Enough to make him come to your door?"

Should I say that it was because we were destined to meet? She might take it the wrong way. We were only destined to meet because my little brother was being controlled by evil, and needed Yami Yugi to stop him, basically.

"He has a international business relation with my uncle; I'm a representative." I lied.

"Oh..."

It was incredibly hard to watch her face turn into dismay, thinking that we were at completely different levels of importance, and what other nonsense.

It's 8:30.

And no less, he was there. Actually, his handy-man was there, or whatever you're supposed to call him. The man, wearing a business suit, picked up my luggage, and threw it in the trunk of the auto. Then he ushered me in, and then took the front passenger side of the limo.

I entered with the door closed behind me, and in front of me was Mokuba Kaiba. He was laying there on his back with his seat unbuckled.

"Hi, Isis, sit down." Mokuba greeted me in his usual cheery tone. He sat up straight very suddenly, posing himself for a meeting. "It's not real leather, my brother had the cloth mimic the texture. Nice, isn't it?" He seemed rather proud of his big brother. I sat down on the red velvety seat.

"By the way, where is your brother?" I asked.

"He's already at the mansion. Sort of left early." Mokuba yawned. He acted like Kaiba's behavior was entirely normal. Has he not sensed anything?

"He told me that he was going to take a break," Mokuba continued on, " saying that he was going to leave the new 'Big Five' on their assignments while he's going to be gone."

I nodded.

"Oh yeah, and the place we're going to," Mokuba added, "it's really cool. It's toward the south, a little bit farther south than Kagoshima. And since it's really far, we're going to the airport first, then get onto one of my brother's helicopters."

So, we'll fly there.

Then, Mokuba continued on talking about this mansion. It's supposed to be really large, of course. Almost out in the middle of nowhere except for the sign of civilization of having your lawn mowed. Lush maze gardens, breezeways that adjoin buildings together, and seemingly most important of all to Mokuba, the beach.

With all beaches there is water, and the need of a bathing suit. I didn't pack a bathing suit because I don't have one. First of all, I don't like swimming, especially when it comes to the proper attire for swimming. Even a one piece bathing suit seems all too revealing to me. The way it sticks so tightly to your skin, especially after going into the water, and how on some bathing suits their backs are exposed. What's even more appalling are the two piece bathing suits! I've only seen them on the covers of magazines but it's horrifying to me! Compared to the bikinis, the two piece bathing suits that cover your tummy is a bit better.

I know I'm shy, and it would appear that I have these old-fashioned ideas of how much bare skin is too much but that's just the way it is with tradition. I can't help it.

So, anyway, with the beach, it's supposed to be a little rocky with the sand closer to the edge of the sea. Starting out relatively shallow, and deeper as you went farther into the water. Mokuba said that he could only tell me about the shallow side since that was as far as me could go, and that it wouldn't help asking Kaiba about the sea since he never swims. Only in swimming pools when he has the time.

"What's that?" Mokuba asked me, pointing at my lap. We are about to leave the limo, and aboard the helicopter.

"Oh..." I looked down at my little mouse.

"Not that it's a problem or anything," he began in a hurried explanation, "Just, just wondering. It's cute." He hoisted himself into the helicopter.

How many boys do you know who use the word 'cute'? (And much dislike to being described as such). So now, riding in this blue-eyes looking helicopter , listening to Mokuba's pleading to the pilot to fly faster, and with the stuffed animal on my lap, I think I'm feeling fine now. I'd just wish that there'd me more people at the mansion though (and if there are, then Mokuba never told me). I hope Malik doesn't get into trouble while I'm away, especially with the yakuza gangs. But Odion will keep him in check, as always.

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that stuffed animal Isis got...now that I'm reflecting on it, I guess you can think of it as Hamtaro. I don't know anything about that anime except there are these cute little hamsters that take on humanistic qualities (I can't remember the jargon for that) Hamtaro is so cute!

so...I don't own Hamtaro even though it was never mentioned, or even used in the story. just in case, since all the copyright things drive me crazy, no there's no hurt in overdoing it. just in case.