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

little talk

I just realized…thank you: Ishizu from Egypt, at first I didn't notice you reviewed since I haven't been on in a long while.

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

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Mistake in Identity

Chapter 5

It's beautiful, the mansion, seeing it from high above. Though I wouldn't say that it is as big as those known to Hollywood. Or Bollywood, I believe it's called, and correct me if I'm wrong. This manor is rather contemporary looking. On the back side of the mansion which is facing the sea, where there would've been solid walls, there is glass. I had almost expected to look through the glass, and see that is would be empty inside. I don't know why, but I suppose it had to do with Kaiba, the older one, who is more practical, and probably wouldn't spend his money on furniture that would only take up space. And not forget to mention, be used in just the summer.

Omniscient Rah knew how wrong I was.

Through the glass you can see many rooms (since there are a lot of rooms in a mansion). Furnished rooms, matching décor, and whatnot. A library, a desk, a bed, and even an indoor swimming pool. Luckily, you couldn't see any sight of a bathroom from where I was looking. On the front side, there was a large patch of cement for the helicopter to land. Mokuba hopped off carelessly with the pilot yelling after him. I got off the helicopter, and thanked the pilot. He's sort of young, and muscular. Did I mention sunglasses? It just seems to be the stereotype for bodyguards, all big, tall, sometimes bulky. Do they go to commercial gyms, or privately owned?

The front of the mansion stood two bodyguards in the relatively hot weather (both strapping, more or less young men in business suits with, oh yes, sunglasses. But then, it is sunny out…). As big as they are, they appeared miniscule compared to the mansion. Also, if I may add, they looked uncomfortable, sweating hot in those business suits…At least they wore sunglasses.

Mokuba waited for me at the front door. In his hand, he holds a key.

"Isis, I present to you…your key." he says, as though he's giving the key to my first car, the American way. "To your room." he adds quickly.

I took it, and with my other hand I gave him a pat on his head. "What good is this key if I don't know where my room is?" I smile. Mokuba seems excited, so he takes my hands, and leads me into the house. After entering through the front door and a few rooms afterwards, I finally noticed that the elder host wasn't there! Or maybe anywhere! Seto Kaiba off somewhere, elsewhere. Didn't Mokuba say that Kaiba left early to this place? Anyhow, apparently Mokuba knew where my room would be. It wasn't too far, or isolated from the rest of the rooms, and comforts (like the door. For say, escaping?). Going up an elegant spiral staircase, and two long hallways with glass for a roof. Alas, the door, just like any other normal door. Mokuba opened it for me, and kept it open like a true gentleman. Absolutely adorable. I wonder if Seto taught him that, since they don't have any other relatives, or familial role models….

Inside there was a maid who was trying badly to clear out the wrinkles on the bed sheets, and continuously wiped the light-colored, wooden drawers of dust. The bed was at one end on the room with drawers beside. On the other end was a desk, mirror, dresser (as though for cosmetics), and the entrance to a private bathroom. It was a room of soft, pastel colors. Shades of yellow, and pink. It makes me think of…lemonade. Mokuba appeared beside me, leaving the door to itself.

"Riki!" he nearly cried.

The maid continued to work on the drawers, working with a smile on her face. "Hello, Mokuba."

Riki wasn't wearing anything near impressive for a maid. A worn, discolored t-shirt, and khaki capris. Mokuba ran up to her but suddenly turned away when she raised her pink rubber gloves at him. "Ewww! I'll come back later, Riki." and so, he runs out.

"In place of Master Kaiba, I'll ask for need to excuse his wild behavior." she turned to me.

"Oh, no, it's quite alright." I said, staring into her glasses. They're the upside-down kinds, with the rim on the bottom. But I suppose it looks aright with some people. She bats her eyelashes at me. I know not in any hinting, flashy way, but they just stick out. What is it with girls these days? I guess maybe I can't understand since I just didn't grow up in this way. I grew up under a rock (quite literally now).

"So…what relation do you have with the Kaibas?" Riki asked, interrupting my train of thought.

Now, I would say that I'm a friend but I think that only Mokuba would see it that way, and not the other Kaiba. "I'm just staying here for the meantime." I say, waffling the question.

"Oh…I see." she seems indifferent by my answer, "I hope you enjoy your stay." She smiles.

Such a sweet girl! Riki leaves the room, apparently looking for Mokuba. Or maybe off to some other duties.

So, it leaves the room to me. My baggage is on the plane coming here, so there's not much I can do about that. I sit down on the bed. It's one of those uber-soft beds, where it sinks immediately against weight. Tsk. Not good for posture. Maybe I'll just make my own little bed on the floor. Or maybe just sleep in that armchair over there, on the opposite side of the room. Or the sofa.

I still lay on the bed, and enjoy the fluffy comfort when there is a knock on my door.

"Come in."

And in comes Mr. Kaiba. I would ask him where he had been, and why he didn't greet me at the door, but then, I'm a guest. And besides that, we're not at that kind of closeness or anywhere near it anyways. And of course…it really isn't him.

"I'm sorry for not greeting you at the door." He says as though he's been reading my mind. He says it in a calm manner, not so business like as he normally does. It's…soothing. But…

It's not him it's not him it's not him.

"How do you like this room? Does it suit you?"

It's not him. It's not him. It's not him.

"Um, yes. It's alright. I like the pastel of these colors, though pink and yellow don't really fit me."

"Of course, I should've known…. Your favorite color is red, correct? I could get a room set for you." He offers immediately.

"No, I'm fine."

Looking at his face, I think of the cold, stoic Seto Kaiba. But this one…not Seto Kaiba, but the one who now controls his body, he's…different. For a lack of a better word for now.

"I trust that they served you lunch on the helicopter?" His eyes bore into me.

Well, it's nearly four o'clock now. And on the way here from Tokyo, Mokuba was making the pilot go see certain areas, like flying over carnivals, and such.

"Yes, I've had my lunch." I feel like I'm talking to a nanny.

"Good." He pauses, "Well, I have nothing scheduled for you today, so do what you want."

Scheduled? He will be scheduling my days? Well, I suppose he likes that sense of control…

"That's fine." I say. And he leaves my bedroom.

Now that I'm off the bed, I go the door next to the bathroom. It turns out to be a walk in closet accompanied with a light that turns on when you walk in. Funny, isn't it. It looks like I won't have any room for my bags since the entire closet is full. Starting on my left are matching shirts, pants, skirts, and then dresses of all different formalities. Some things even come with matching shoes, hats, and even gloves. Though I really don't think I'll need it all. Maybe I'll give some to Riki. I think this is something she'd like. After sifting through the extras, socks, bathing suits, lingerie, flip-flops. He must be bored with his money. Or maybe Riki did it for me, with his budget that is.

I keep my Egyptian dress. It's all I have with me anyways.

I explore the mansion, as Kaiba said. There isn't much to say, there is a swimming pool with a retractable glass-screen, a maze-like garden, a sail boat. I'll just wait.

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