Chapter Three
Kaiba was still a bit dizzy. He rubbed his temples and sat up for a moment. He could see the blurry outline of Kisara close to him, but all he wanted to do was get away from her.
"Get away from me."
She got closer to him and kneeled down. "You know what you saw was the truth."
Kaiba shook his head and cleared his thoughts. This was like so many times before, where people had tried to convince him, he was part of some foolish Egyptian plot five thousand years ago. But he still wasn't buying it.
"Why won't you freaks just leave me alone and find someone else to bother. I haven't ever believed these stupid stories, and I never will." He stood up for a moment, trying to catch his balance. He stumbled over to his desk and sat down in his chair, exhausted.
"You are so stubborn sometimes Seth. Why won't you just open your eyes, and believe what everyone has been telling you all along…"
"Because it isn't true!" shouted Kaiba, "I didn't believe it the first ten times people tried to tell me, and I will not believe it now!"
Kisara simply shook her head, making her sea of hair wave slightly, "Some things never change, that being your attitude Seth."
"What is that supposed to mean?" shot Kaiba.
Kisara walked out the door and closed it behind her.
Kaiba closed his eyes and lay his head on his desk.
Seto tried to ignore Kisara the best he could. He didn't feel like talking to her again, especially since the last time they met, it didn't go so well. On the plus side, he was getting some stuff back from her, so he didn't have a reason to fire her.
Everytime he would be alone, not doing anything of particular interest, his mind would drift off to what Kisara showed him. He had always knocked out anything that had to do with a five thousand-year-old past, but to him, this seemed so real. Kisara was maybe the fifth person who had tried to convince him that this could be true. And despite his efforts, Kaiba began wondering if it could be real after all. However, everytime his thoughts wavered on this subject, the more professional side got to him, and he forced himself to believe it was not true. After all, no one could live for five thousand years.
Kisara poked the keys on her keyboard dully. She hadn't expected Kaiba to jump for joy when she told him the truth, but his reaction was not what she expected either. She was determined not to give up though, for she knew he couldn't tell himself forever, that there was no relevance to what she was saying.
'Maybe I will ask him out for coffee,' she thought, probing for ideas on how she could persuade Seto in some sort of way.
'No, coffee is to casual, perhaps going out for a drink.' Seto would never go for that, and she could see him making up some lame excuse, like he was too busy, or needed to look after his brother.
After thinking for a time, she decided on coffee. It wasn't as if they were going on a date, and Kaiba usually stopped at the coffee shop when he left work anyways, so she would just work up the courage to ask him. They hadn't talked since their squabble in Kaiba's office, but he had not fired her either, so she suspected he did not totally resent her. And after all, it was worth at least a shot.
"So, why do you need to see him?" asked Melanie, as she looked up from her desk. Her reading glasses slipped off her nose, but she pushed them up again.
"I need to ask him something about my work. I tried to ask the people on my floor, but they were not aware of it. If it isn't such a bother, I would really like to talk to him."
Melanie sighed and got up from her seat. She stuck her head in Kaiba's door, "An employee would like to ask you a few things Seto, should I send them in?"
Kaiba looked over the paper he was reading, "I suppose, I am going home soon anyways."
Melanie opened the door for Kisara as she walked in, and closed it once Kaiba met her eyes.
Seto immediately jumped up from his desk, " If you are here to-"
"I am not going to do anything or say anything that will offend you Seth. I just wanted to talk with you. That is all."
Kaiba eyed her suspiciously; "I don't trust you."
Kisara shrugged, "You don't have to, just come for coffee with me."
Kaiba pondered for a moment. He did not want another episode like last time, but he trusted Kisara to keep her word. Plus, it was unlikely that she would try anything in a shop full of people.
"Fine," he said reluctantly, "Meet me in the main hall at about 4:30, and I will hear what you have to say."
Kisara gave a short bow, and headed out of Kaiba's office.
Kisara held her coat in her arms, and snuggled it against her chest nervously. She felt very out of place in the business-like atmosphere of Kaiba Corp., and didn't know if Kaiba would show up at all. But sure enough, she saw him step out of the elevator, and walk towards her.
'What am I going to say to him, what did I get myself into,' Kisara thought her stomach had left her body, and she felt increasingly nervous as he approached.
'Ok, any mention of those farfetched Egyptian stories, and I will just leave, that is all,' Kaiba thought to himself as he walked to wards Kisara.
Suddenly, they were both closer to each other then remembered.
"Hi," said Kisara breathlessly.
"Erm…hi," said Kaiba, almost embarrassed, though of what he did not know.
"The coffee shop isn't that far away," said Kisara, "I used to go there all the time, they have really good muffins."
"Yeah, I have been there once or twice…"
Both of them found it exceedingly easy to talk to each other. The awkwardness of their first meeting seemed to have evaporated.
"It is raining out, I'll go grab an umbrella," said Kaiba.
"Don't bother, I like the rain," said Kisara, smiling.
"Why?" said Kaiba, opening the door for her, and walking out side.
Kisara stepped in the sidewalk and began in the direction of the shop, "Because it never rained in Egypt." He face suddenly grew red, and she knew she had said something that she shouldn't have.
They walked in an awkward silence for a few moments.
"Did…did you used to live there?" spoke the voice of Seto.
Kisara nodded, "For most of my life."
"Then what brought you here?"
'You' is what Kisara would have liked to have said, but instead "Just felt like travelling," suited her just the same.
"Oh," said Kaiba quietly.
They came to the doors of the shop and stepped in. Kaiba remembered the last time he was here, was the first time he saw Kisara. Kisara was thinking along the same lines.
They got a table, and ordered what they wanted to. Kaiba was oddly preoccupied with stirring his coffee, and Kisara's eyes were fixed on a painting across the room.
'This is a waste of time,' thought Kaiba.
'Where do I even begin,' thought Kisara.
"So, you wanted to talk about something?" Kaiba looked up at Kisara.
"Yea, I did, I am just trying to figure out what to say first." Kisara gave a weak smile. She never thought it would be this hard to talk to someone she knew so well, long ago. But to her, Seth was a complete stranger, unknowing of anything that happened in the past.
Kaiba looked down to his coffee again.
"I know, you don't want to believe anything I say Kaiba, and I don't blame you." Kisara tried to make what she was saying appeal to Kaiba, so he could possibly open his mind to new thoughts. "I don't want you to get angry with me for what I say, but it is frustrating if you don't even give it a chance, you know?"
Kaiba gave a little nod, still looking down. He wasn't about to argue with her, especially in a public place. All of this was getting on his every last nerve, and he would have given anything to have turned down her request, and not have to sit her in the late afternoon, listening to what he though, were lies.
"I am not going to explain anything Seth, without your wishing to. I came here to ask you, if you could give me the chance to explain what I want to…"
"I told you once, I did not want to hear about it, and I still don't," said Kaiba, "What I do not understand, is why you just don't drop the subject."
Kisara looked down, "Because, if you just knew what went on…if I could just let you see…"
Kaiba lifted his head from his coffee. Kisara's long hair was fallen softly infront of her eyes. He could sense emptiness inside of her, and that little voice came back into his mind. 'Give it a chance,' it said, 'Just listen to what she has to say.'
"I am obligated to let you, aren't I? I have already seen how stubborn you can be."
Kisara's lips showed the slight faintness of a smile.
"If I 'agreed'," said Kaiba, putting stress on the word, "to go along with this story, can you promise me not to mention it again?"
Kisara gave a small nod.
"Ok," said Kaiba, "What do I have to do?"
"Just pick an empty office," said Kisara.
"It is only 5:30, people are still working, there are no empty offices."
Seto and Kisara had returned to Kaiba Corp. after they had finished their coffee. Kaiba was solely here, because the thought of not having to hear about these things again seemed appealing to him.
"What about your office?" asked Kisara.
"Mel is probably still there, and I told her I had gone home for the night."
"Is there a closet nearby?"
Kaiba's face became quite red after she said this. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in a small closet with a woman he only half knew.
"The Developing Department usually leaves around four, we could check there?" suggested Kaiba, eluding himself away from the closet idea.
So this was how the two found themselves in an office not being used by anyone, both of them standing in the middle of the room.
"Now what?" queued Kaiba.
"I don't have enough power to do this all at one time. So if we meet here later-"
"Wait," said Kaiba, "I thought you said you wouldn't mention it again."
"I won't," growled Kisara, "after I am done, and I didn't say how long I would be, now did I?"
Kaiba rolled his eyes.
"Take my hand," she said.
"Why?" asked Kaiba.
"Just take my hand Seth, trust me."
Kaiba reluctantly took her hand, knowing that it was certain death to do so.
"Ready?" said Kisara, raising an eyebrow.
Kaiba nodded.
Again, he could feel the sensation of his soul leaving his body, and closed his eyes tightly.
When he opened them this time, he was again in the palace of the Pharoh. However, unlike last time, this was not merely a vision. Kaiba and Kisara were in the middle of a courtyard, and they could see each other as plain as day.
Kaiba looked up, to see the one Kisara called High Priest Seth, and exact replica of himself.
Kaiba walked over to him slowly, unsure if his visibility to other people here.
Seth was reading a scroll, and did not see the man who could be his twin, standing infront of him.
Kaiba studied the person facing of him. He was more tanned than Kaiba, that was for sure, and Seto thought his hair could have been lighter.
Seth suddenly looked up from his scroll, which had unusual hieroglyphs that Kaiba found he could read.
For an instant, they looked at each other. Seto staring into Seth's eyes and Seth unknowingly, staring into the person he would become in five thousand years.
'It is true,' said the voice in his head.