Commitshipping (Ishizu Ishtar/Isis/Kaiba Seto/Set)

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"I don't know how to dance," he says, his voice echoing softly from the past.

"I'll teach you," she says back, her voice drifting in from the future.

He frowns at her, trying to hide his grimace between the split screen of the present and the future. The pharaoh and the CEO speak almost as one, a mirror of their two lives.

"What if I don't want to?"

She just laughs, her hand sliding down his arm and into his hand, the priestess and the curator smiling at once.

"You're the pharaoh/host of this party, you need to dance. Your subjects/guestsneed to see that you're enjoying yourself."

"I sincerely believe that Egypt/KaibaCorp can deal with its king/CEO not dancing at one party."

The queen/curator just smiles, a laugh that transcends between the sunny day in Egypt to the dim ballroom in Japan. He smiles back in spite of himself, leaning into the hand that envelops his.

"Just one," she says. "Just one dance with me. Please?"

The pharaoh/CEO just huffs softly.

"Fine," he says. "But that's all I'll commit to."

He lets her pull him forward, lets her pull him into the middle of the square/dance floor, lets her hands slip into his and around his shoulder as his hand finds its fit right above her hips, and her eyes sparkle into his as he gives her a roll of his eyes.

"Just one," he whispers, three thousand years ago, and then again, three thousand years now.

"Fine," she laughs. "Just the one."

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A/N: I tried to get artsy with it idk did it make any sense? Next is Coinshipping (Anzu x Miho).