Chapter Four---
"..Ishizu?"
"...Kaiba..?"
The two locked gazes for a moment, both in pure astonishment at what had just happened. Both stood in silence, not blinking for quite some time. The almost hypnotic gaze they had over each other only broke as the Egyptian realized the hold the other had on her wrist.
As if Kaiba had used the power of clairvoyance to read her mind, he immediately released it.
Avoiding her gaze, the CEO turned and grabbed the arm of a chair for support.
Images.
Images of the past..
They were appearing before his eyes repetitively..as if a movie screen had been placed right in front of his eyes. Although, a broken screen at that...because the same image kept repeating itself...himself..and that...woman...
...That...woman... --
Suddenly he felt a gentle hand place itself on his shoulder.
"Kaiba?" Ishizu repeated in a stronger voice, "Are you...--"
"I'm fine, thanks." he answered, cutting her off. He then turned to face her for the first time in minutes.
As he opened his mouth to speak, Ishizu raised her hand.
"There is no use in asking, Kaiba," she answered, "What happened tonight is strictly between us. Not a soul other than you and myself shall know."
"Hn," was all he said as he approached the door, and turned the knob.
"I doubt this situation is close to being sorted out." he remarked, his back turned to her.
"Indeed, that is how it seems.." she replied.
Giving her his legitimate "hmph," he left; without even a glance back.
As the icy breeze of the night brushed against his face and intertwined itself through his hair, Kaiba walked...his legs still stiff..his mind still pounding.
It was plain to see he was anything but normal at this point..
After reaching his limousine, Kaiba outstretched his numb hand to open the door.
Leaving so late, are you?" questioned a voice.
Turning his head ever so slightly, the CEO noticed the blonde Egyptian leap off of his motorcycle.
"Well?" the Egyptian questioned, with a small smirk,"What did you do -- fall asleep during one of my sister's lectures?"
Malik, expecting Kaiba to retort with one of his authentic, cocky remarks, was shocked to see him give him a careless look.
Without another word, Kaiba seated himself in the vehicle.
Perplexed as he walked towards his sister, who was standing outside the steps of their home, the sandy-haired Egyptian decided to question her.
"Ishizu," he began as he approached her, "..What's wrong with him?"
Trailing the movement of the vehicle with her eyes, she watched it speed off towards the North.
"Quite the contrary, my brother," she answered, "It's what isn't wrong with him..."
Author's Note: Short, yes I know. Well..I just want to put it out in the open that I will not continue this fanfiction unless I get some more reviews. I understand this is unfair..but I feel as if writing this isn't worth it since I don'te ven know who's bothering to read it, much less tell me what they think of it. I thank those who have reviewed dearly because those few words you post do indeed let me know that what I'm doing in this story is alright so far.
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