We hurtled down together the steps of the auditorium, without for all that stop walking. He brought me toward a car. Although it was very beautiful because it seemed to be a modest black Bentley, I became alarmed and slowed down.

- Hey! I was joking about the kidnapping but really?!

He suddenly ceased running and caught me against him as I was following and struck him. I raised my head in order to catch his eye.

- I won't let you have any choice yet. I must have a talk with you.

Then he pulled me again without let me reply and forced me kindly to get into the car, a man in a black suit holding the door. The car drove to the closest airport. Nonetheless, instead of taking the public way, the car followed a road only accessible with an entry pass, and then it stopped a few minutes later next to a private runway. Dumbfounded and understanding absolutely nothing about what was happening to me, I followed my charming abductor in a small plane – probably a private one. I was proposed varied food and drinks and felt obliged to order one, stressed by the young man's fixed gaze.

Once alone, I wanted to avoid his eyes despite their beauty, embarrassed. He was apparently amused and stood up from the seat in front of mine to put each of his hands on the two armrests on both sides of me. He leant himself on me and I blushed, annoyed. This effect seemed to delight him.

- I'm fantastic till the way of kidnap someone, you'll be able to brag about Kaiba Corp's procedures.

He started noisily laughing after seeing my dazed face, then he stood up straight looking at me scornfully from his height. Kaiba Corp? A company? Why would a company want to see a student in law? The answer came at this moment:

- According to my men's researches, you correspond to the person I'm searching for and…

He abruptly stopped talking. I didn't dare ask him to continue as he looked so bossy. Well, his men had spied me! My thought turned to Kyoichiro. He would be the one to apply so many measures to find me. Would this man be his reincarnation? Nonetheless, I didn't know how that could coincide with my "normal" present, especially with someone I didn't seem to be familiar with, nor having my deceased king's nature. More, Kyoichiro had has his life here thanks to an error and had swapped it with a resurrection in his original world to meet me. See him again was strictly improbable.

I would have asked my interlocutor if he was him. Not knowing how to do and remembering me that, during my Mibu life that called my husband back to life by his name had has caused flashbacks which had has remembered him a memory encompassing his few millennium of existence, I tried:

- K…Kyoichiro?

My kidnapper raised his eyebrows, surprised and seeming to wake up of a daydream.

- Are you serious? You don't know who I am?

- Well, no… Are we supposed to know each other?

- You don't know who I am?! Exclaimed once again the man with a sudden rate of decibels too high for me who have a jolt.

- ..N-No…

I was observing him quite frightened. What if he weren't a student in my school? How stupid I am! He obviously wasn't despite his appearance! He may not simply study in my faculty, I had had never seen him there in three years… Well, two, the third had has started since three days…

The handsome unknown sat down again in front of me, apparently satisfied.

- Well that's fairly good. We're going to start a serious discussion. I'm the CEO of Kaiba Corporation, Seto Kaiba.

While I stayed mute searching why someone in a powerful position wished so much to see me, the private plane's owner took a pack of cards from his briefcase. Piqued by a huge curiosity – seriously, who wouldn't be laid in waiting the least detail in such circumstances – I was fixing cards be handled cautiously by Seto's long and thin fingers. He manipulated them with gentleness and confidence, sign of habits and eventually affection for them. He put aside three of them before gave them to me. I took the cards, wondering the link with my abduction and I looked at them, intrigued.

A vast wave of nostalgia seized me, as if a part of my soul was given me back. Seto had certainly noticed my gaping face as he asked me:

- Are those cards evokes something for you?

I searched his eyes.

- Y..Yes, I whined, shocked by the emotions going all over me.

His expression dramatically changed.

- So this astounding story was real… It's not possible.

- W..What?

- Thus you're his reincarnation! It's not possible, so what I've seen in my dreams were my..were messages from "him"…

Seto lost his luster, troubled like a child to whom his precious toy was subtracted. He was curled up, hands behind his head, elbows on his legs. My body decided to not listen to my feelings of fear nor my numerous questions and made me kneel near of him, setting a tender hand on his knee. He turned to me his wide opened blue eyes.

- You.. You look upset… I whispered. Why do you… Well, I… Ok, we've met only a while ago but you had said to me we had to have a talk and… Well.. Why don't you explain me the situation and the reason why you're upset?

He blinked and then sat up straight, his hand inviting me to do the same. That'd be more comfortable, true, so I did, quite destabilized by his moody behavior.

- That's simple. I didn't used to believe in all of this esoteric and occult stuffs and I had recently have to revise my position, unless look like a stubborn twit. … But have to adopt those weak persons' position… That pissed me off.

I couldn't understand why his revelation had irritated him, nor who the "weak persons" were. He cast me a glance, amazed I didn't reply insulting him (probably to be mad). Despite his abstruse words, he wasn't mad to me : I've had my own dose of saga qua Mibu. I felt obligated to break the un bearable silence as he didn't seem to want to say more.

- I don't know what happened, I still don't know nothing, but… I believe in uncanny things and not by choice. That's why I would believe you.

Seto's inquisitive look invited me to explain more. So, I cleared my throat and summed-up:

- My story looks crazy and isn't easy to summarize, but I'll try, to make this conversation progress. In an easy way : I believe in supernatural things because I visited another dimension.

Even if he didn't say anything, his eyes compensated his lack of loquacity showing his desire to know more.

- It was one of my favorite manga's, Samurai Deeper Kyo. I know it's far-fetched but I know several witnesses who lived the same experience during the same time. I was, in a way, integrated in the story and I've lost my memory. I lived the original story with some differences and at the end, most of my memory was back when Kyoichiro's heart went through me - I interposed myself. (In fact in the last volume, the thirty-eighth, he gets back his heart in his body and dies of exhaustion.) The impact remembered me the main lines of my life of Mibu : my childhood, how I climbed the ladder of this dream society, how and why warrior dolls were created, the decline of the genuine clan… In fact, Mibus were immortal and spared their time, because of boredom, to kill each other, during real shows. To avoid this disaster, I created the first warrior doll – Kyoichiro Mibu who became the ex-red king… Is it okay? Am I talking to fast?

- No. I don't see the link with what you are supposed to be to me for now, but continue.

Neither I am, I didn't understand why I was explaining my experience to him. However, I continued:

- I saw the authentic Mibu Clan crumbled. Actually, I destroyed it with Kyoichiro because all of them had lost their mind. I saw Kyoichiro be enthroned by the Red King who gave up his throne, I lived sweet and fast millennium by Kyoichiro's side and then he left. Too long for me, that's why I went find him. I lost my memory there further to an ambush. Well, I could come back to the Yin and Yang palace, my very "modest" home, live the story and see the end as I said earlier.

I paused. All was ended since five years. How fast is time… I looked again at Seto and linked:

- However, I could, after Kyoichiro's death, rebuilt exactly as it was Mibu's infrastructures and found again my soul mate – I spare you the details because it's complicated, but to sum-up he could relived thanks to a mistake of the "police of dimension". Then we got married, reined and later, a kid from this police of dimension appeared. His name was Antivirus – the one who gave another life to Kyoichiro. I fiercely fought him, with all my strength and my blood of Mibu has greatly bubbled up during this end of day. I've lost even if we were a lot against him. And now, after my "death", I'm back in this world and I've a banal life as before, hopping to see Kyoichiro again.

- … Hmhmmm…

A long silence easily took place before Seto concluded:

- So you lived a long time before Egyptians.

- E..Egyptians? I said, surprised by this unexpected answer without relation. Oh… I think yes… I didn't manage to situate ages, our calendar weren't the same as the rest of the world, and we ruled it from the shadows, but I think that before my death, we were around the 1800. I only have the mean lines of my life of Mibu… At least that was before seeing those cards.

Immediately, a gleam enlightened Seto's pale eyes.

- Blue eyes white dragon, he mumbled. These three cards embody my duelist soul. I know only recently the close link they have with me. My turn to confess I guess.

- I think, I dithered, I already know.

- So you're well and truly Kisara's reincarnation, he whispered, apparently relieved – maybe to not talk about him?

- Kisara? … No. Your cards reminded me a part of my life of Mibu.

- In other words?

He may want to postpone his monologue. I wondered why he was so interested by me while it was the first time we've met. The impression that we have a particular link took hold in my mind.