Author's Note: Before I start off with my praise for your reviews, I'd just like to tell you ahead of time that I will be changing my penname shortly. Don't worry, though, all you have to do is look for the title of my fanfictions, which are remaining the same.

Anyway...

Thank you for the reviews, everyone! I'm glad you think I'm doing an alright job with this so far. And well, you asked for it...so here's Chapter Five.

All flashbacks will be put in bold italics.

All undefined voices will be put in italics. (If the italicized word is in the middle of a sentence, it is simply a stressed word. All undefined voice statements will be completely italicized instead of just a choice word.)

Chapter Five---

Staring at his own reflection in the window glass, Seto Kaiba eyed his features carefully.

His chestnut brown hair..the way his bangs were never able to stay back..how they always fell back into place..

His vivid azure eyes...always so emotionless..never showing any true feeling...

His countenance..anything but full of emotion..rigid..aloof..blank..unfeeling, anything you wanted to call it...

Sighing a bit, he looked away.

It was true, he did look like him...that High Priest..his past life. Yes, he had accepted it now..his past. Although, this didn't mean he was going to change his principles. Frankly, to him, the past was over and done with.

Completely gone. No point on brooding over.

Yes, he wanted to believe this.

But..

Those memories..visions..hallucinations..whatever you wanted to call them; they were still bothering him.

And now, he had found out he was being possessed by some berserk Priest that was interested in Ishizu?

No, not Ishizu.. Her past life.

That woman that he -- ..his past life...once loved.

The woman his predecessor secretly loved..the woman he never professed his love for -- until he was about to exhale his last breath..

Pathetic..

Love, he meant.

It was just a cluster of complication that was a load of Hell mixed with stress.

Sure, it could work out; maybe on a one-to-three ratio.

But it wasn't for him. No, not Seto Kaiba.

Love would just get in the way of everything..his career..dueling..

..Everything.

It was out of the question, he knew that much.

Letting his gaze trail to his desk, he glanced at the clock on his desk.

2:00 A.M.

Was he tired?

No.

He was used to this...drinking coffee here and there...it wasn't that new for him.

Taking a seat, he grasped his pen in one hand and once again began filling out his never-ending stack of forms.

It was pretty repetitive, to say the very least..

Initial..initial..signature..initial..

And, occasionally, a check mark here and there..

Reaching for his coffee cup, the CEO caught a glimpse of a gold box..

Yes, he remembered..Ishizu gave it to him yesterday..

"Take it, Kaiba."

"Why should I?"

"It belonged to you in the past, now take it."

"I could care less about my past, Ishizu! What's done is done!"

"Why must you always persist on the future?" the Egyptian questioned in a slightly louder tone of voice.

"Why are you driven by the past?" he countered in an tone of accusation.

That argument, Kaiba remembered, went on for at least an hour before, he himself, for once in his life, surrendered. He grabbed the gold box and left without another word. In all reality, he would've done anything to get her off of his back, including backing down, just this once.

Still though, one fact remained unknown..

How could a mere rod summon a dead spirit?

Letting his curiosity get the best of him, the CEO outstretched his hand towards the box, and lifted open the lid. As he was about to grasp onto it, he abruptly jerked back his hand.

The last time he touched that rod, he became infused with the spirit of that Priest...and he wasn't about to take any chances now.

Taking in a deep breath, he turned back to his work.

"...Take me to her..."

Blinking in astonishment, Kaiba looked up and trailed every inch of the room with his eyes. After giving it a thorough check, he was able to see no other presence lingering...but then what was that voice?

Looking at the clock, he saw that another half-hour had gone by.

Perhaps he was tired?

Yes, that was it.. That was what he wanted to believe...that was what he was going to believe...

"..Take me to her."

Again, he heard it.. This time, it was no use lying about it...

He heard it. He could swear on it; he heard it.

It was as if some unknown force was whispering in his ear. It didn't shock him all too much, although, as he looked back on all the trials and tribulations he had gone through so far.

"Take me to her."

The voice once again repeated itself, but in a more demanding tone of voice. Instead of letting it pass as the times before, the CEO decided to question it.

"Identify yourself, now!" Kaiba stated in an equal tone of constrain.

"Take me to her..." it repeated, avoiding Kaiba's question completely.

"Distinguish yourself first." the auburn-haired one beseeched.

"Take Me To Her!" it exclaimed, this time in a commanding, unpatient, almost desperate tone.

Suddenly, Kaiba felt a sharp pain hit him in the head straight-on. It was almost like a migraine..but more..vicious..vile...cruel. Shutting his eyes tightly, he tried to focus; but something distracted him..

A light..a bright, golden light heading right towards him. Almost as if..it was trying to consume him.

Trying to move, he found his attempts to be in vain; he seemed virtually paralyzed.

Unable to do anything in his power to fight back, he stood blankly until the light hit him head-on.

He then felt the sensation of being lifted off of the ground, relatively levitating. Then, unexpectedly, he stopped and it seemed as if the gravity had some how switched back on.

With nothing to grasp onto, the chestnut haired CEO plummeted to the ground. He hit the floor directly with a loud thud, and laid there, motionless, for quite some time.

Hearing the faint sound of footsteps, Kaiba forced himself to lift up his head.

"I'm glad you could join me..."

At hearing these words, the CEO shook his head so his vision could clear..

Finally, as it came into focus, the mahagony haired individual saw the figure standing before him...

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