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Chapter 4: Complicated Questions

Seto wandered down the corridor until he reached the guest room in which he left his 'guest'.

'I hope she's awake.' He hesitated at the door, then quietly knocked. He waited a long moment to hear no reply. He knocked again a little louder this time… and again. Becoming increasingly impatient and annoyed, he let himself in to find the angelic looking girl fast asleep on the large bed. She looked so peaceful, the image was something even Kaiba found to be beautiful. Shaking the thought out of his head, he sighed and walked over to her sleeping self cautiously.

"Wake up…" He said, kneeling down to softly nudge her shoulder. She didn't even stir.

"Kisara? Wake up." He tried a little louder, but still nothing.

"WAKE UP!" Seto shook her shoulders violently, causing Kisara's large blue orbs to shoot open- obviously panicked by her rude awakening.

"W-WHAT? What's happening? What are you d-AH!" She backed away from the man a little too much and sent herself flying off the edge of the bed. 'Smooth Kisara. Smooth.' She thought to herself, rubbing the back of her messy, white haired head.

Refocusing her vision, Kisara looked up from the opposite side of the bed to find Seto sitting on the other end looking slightly humoured by her embarrassing performance.

She frowned. "What the hell was that?" The usually timid girl bit fiercely.

"I woke you up." Kaiba stated simply.

"I gathered that much Mr Kaiba." She replied bluntly. "But did you really have to yell and attack me?"

Seto gave an unfriendly laugh. "Attack is a rather strong word. Besides I did try other methods of waking you."

The young girl shook her head slowly and rubbed her tired eyes. "What time is it?" She asked curiously.

His tall figure stood up from the bed. "11:46…" He said precisely.

"Oh… Sorry, I had intention in staying this late…" Kisara smiled sheepishly, and also stood up. "I should be leaving."

"No." Seto said forcefully.

"What?" Kisara turned to him wide-eyed with shock.

"No." He repeated, arms folded and eyes unreadable.

"…But yesterday you couldn't wait to get rid of me. You can't keep me here against my will!"

"Just quit your whining and follow me. The sooner this is over with, the sooner you can leave and I can get on with my life. So don't make this anymore difficult than it has to be." The CEO insisted, showing no desire to explain himself.

"What are you talking about? Get what over with?"

"Well come with me - and you'll find out."

"And what if I don't want to?" She challenged.

"I didn't ask your permission Kisara. I will physically remove you from this room if necessary." He stated powerfully.

Crossing her arms, she sat on the bed in a protesting manor.

"Must you be so childish? You're worse than Mokuba." Seto mocked. He walked over to the bed and without warning, embraced the girl in his large arms and slung her over his shoulder.

"Get off me!" She shrieked in shock, thrashing her limbs against him. It didn't seem to have any effect on him, rather than his tightening grip on the angry girl. "You can't do this!"

'Does this girl ever shut up? I've fired random people that didn't complain this much…' Ignoring her demands, he made his way out of the room and headed towards the end of the corridor with large strides.

Kisara had calmed down considerably a few minutes later from being forcefully taken from her room. She hung upside down and limp against the arrogant man.

"When are you going to put me down? I look like I've been hunted." She said boredly.

No response came from Seto, nor could she see his facial expression - but she imagined it would not reveal anything along the lines of where she was being taken anyway or the big question, why?

She for one had only known this man a matter of hours technically, but already she had figured out three things…

Number one: He was a jerk.

Number two: He was obscenely rich.

Number three: He seemed to think he could man-handle random girls and take them somewhere without needing their approval.

Kisara heard light footsteps come up from in front of her. With slight effort she lifted her disorientated head to see who the footsteps belonged to.

"SETO! What the hell are you doing to Kisara?" Mokuba yelled from down the corridor.

"Leave it, its none of you're business Mokuba." Seto said in the way a father would tell his son to leave something dangerous alone. "But for the record I'm not going to hurt her – she'll be fine."

"Mokuba, I don't even know where he's taking me." The girl stated like she had totally given up.

The dark haired boy ran in front of his big brother and confronted him. "Seto, put her down." He said seriously.

"Well that is entirely dependent on her co-operation. Are you ready to walk now Kisara?"

"Fine." She grumbled. Seto put her down; she smiled up sarcastically at the tall man. His azure eyes narrowed with recognition of the young woman's sarcasm.

"This way." Seto grunted, and carried on his journey with the confused Kisara by his side, rather than over his shoulder. 'Funny, she seemed a lot more obedient and pleasant in 'Ancient Egypt' illusion…'

From that moment on, Kisara decided not to challenge Seto, she knew she wouldn't get anything out of him. All she could do right now was wait.

"You're name is Kisara, am I right?" The Egyptian-looking woman spoke softly, detecting Kisara's agitation.

'Who is this woman? And why am I being forced to meet her?' "Yes… I'm Kisara."

After a moment or two of hearing no response, Kaiba stared at Ishizu coldly. Ishizu seemed to be analysing the situation. "So are you just going to stand there or are you actually going to be useful and tell me what's going on? The truth Ishtar – I'm not in the mood for any of your mind games."

Ishizu stared back, her eyes as blue and icy as his. It was obvious that the two had a history of not particularly like each other. "It's her." She replied dryly.

"Well that's very informative." Kaiba scoffed sarcastically. He gazed around the museum briefly as if to find his explanation elsewhere. "Seriously that's all you've got to say? Any other time you would be boring me with your petty little destiny speeches and how 'I must believe'… Cat got you're tongue?"

"No Kaiba, to be honest I'm not surprised by this situation. Nor do I feel it needs any complicated explanation, it would seem destiny has already done all the work…" Ishizu smiled; obviously satisfied by the young woman who was Kisara's return and the fact Seto Kaiba had been proven wrong. Here she was, Kisara's reincarnation - in flesh and blood – there was no denying it or running away from the ancient truth now for Kaiba.

"Whatever. I've heard enough." The frustrated CEO turned his back to Ishizu Ishtar dramatically, his powerful KC trench coat almost swishing with arrogance. "Kisara." He called her name like she was some sort of servant or pet dog.

"Coming master." She replied scornfully. 'Who does he think he is?'

The fair girl gave one last look at Ishizu.

"Don't worry, everything will work out fine I promise..." The Egyptian woman smiled friendlily. "The hardest part will be putting up with him." She winked.

Kisara stared, confusion in her blue eyes. Unsure what else to say, she simply nodded her head and proceeded to follow Seto out of the museum.