A/N: My shortest installment yet. Kay- so this is the product of me procrastinating in writing a speech for Drama (geez- guess you see I love doing homework.)

Warnings: Season 5 spoilers. And slight Seto/Isis pairing references-to any of you Seto/Kisara fans. Sorry.

Song: Remember Me- Josh Groban

Pairing: Seto and Kisara

He didn't know I was there but I was, always. Watching over him. Protecting him. Just simply being there for him. Maybe he didn't know that I was there for him but there were small hints that he sensed me by his side. Always.

Though, I was never in my human body. It was always in the dragon form. And though my soul was locked away in a stone tablet, I somehow felt more free in this body than in the other one. Maybe it was the simply prospect of having wings and being able to fly. Mankind had always wanted to fly so it would only make sense.

It had been a while since I'd lost my human body. At least, I thought it was a while. Time was never accurately recorded in the dimension I resided in. Always in the present but never actually there.

But still, my memory of being a girl was fading and fading rapidly. It almost scared me. What was it like to feel the warmth of someone's arms around you? What was it like to speak words of comfort to someone you cared about? What was it like just to hear those words? Memories of those sensations and experiences were dulling and it frightened me. It felt good to be a dragon but there had to be some reason I wanted to stay in my human form all those times. There just had to be…

But I chased my fear away with the occupation of guarding over Seto. That was my duty. That was why I was a dragon, the most powerful and beautiful dragons in all of time. Even Zorc the Dark One had trouble overcoming my sheer ferocity when I rose to the peak of my power- in the form of a dragon with three heads. Yes, I could somehow remember the experience of that transformation from one head to three. My master was still the same, it was still Seto, just from a different time. So I could fulfill my duty even beyond this lifespan. I could at least gain some happiness from that aspect.

But, there would always be a flare of my old human emotions at different times. Especially when the priestess, Isis, had an urge to exercise the limits of her personal relationship with Seto. Whenever that happened, this strange anger boiled inside me. But it wasn't a normal anger, it was an anger I never experienced as a human girl. I would emit an ear-splitting roar but at those times, I was an incorporeal spirit version of myself so no one heard my anguished cry of jealousy.

At first, this pursuing of Isis was only met with defeat on her behalf, much to my satisfaction. At first, when Seto was starting his role as pharaoh, he was mostly remorseful and almost grieving. It made me sad to see him that way- no matter how many rejections it meant for Isis.

And then, as time passed, Seto seemed more welcoming of Isis' gestures. And it infuriated me. It got to the point when he was taking a stroll through the plaza, reminiscing Atem (I could tell from his face, his mouth curved a special way when thinking of Atem) that Isis appeared, took a single look at him, and dared to hug him. And what made it worse, Seto only tightened their embrace by wrapping his arms around her as well. I didn't bother to growl this time; no one would hear me anyway. I simply watched, agonized.

"You miss him too," she noted quietly. He didn't say anything but simply nodded his head in answer. I continued watching, unable to connect to their grief, and unable to offer any physical comfort. Even when I came out of the stone tablet to battle, I wouldn't have been able to comfort him as a dragon. It made me feel helplessly useless.

That night Seto slept more soundly than he slept in a long time. He used to whisper my name in the darkest hour in his sleep.

"Kisara… Kisara…" he used to murmur at night, the sound disappearing with the lightest breeze.

Used to. He didn't lately which made me think he had forgotten about me. But then he whispered a name again that night. Only…

"Isis…"

It wasn't mine.

Maybe he hadn't forgotten me after all but just replaced me with someone else in his heart. Someone who had a human body, had hair that could blow in the wind, long legs that could run in wheat fields, and warm arms to embrace someone.

And I realized I was jealous of Isis, over Seto and her human body.

I lowered my arched neck so my head was even with his slumbering face. I exhaled through my nostrils but even so, it did not affect anything of Seto's world. With a rumbling groan rising in my chest, I nudged his neck softly. At least, I tried to; if I got too close, my snout would pass right through him.

Remember me, Seto, I pleaded with him, begged of him.

I know- I'm sort reverting back to the angst. But it was entirely coincidental! Trust me!

Please reveiw!

-Nuit Songeur