Arabian Days

A/N: Gift fic for Sakura. I got the end pairing wrong, but she like it anyways… XD

FYI: Sakura is inserted here; her character is Isis’ Yami. Just to avoid confusion. :) Also, the beastialty tag is solely there for...well, you'll find out. It's not as bad as one might think. XD

DISLCAIMER: I do not own Yugioh, or Pocahontas, or the soundtracks to either. Onwards! XD

Arabian Days

"Bills...bills...bills...tax revenue - ooh, that's good. More bills...even more bills...useless coupons...charity begging letter and another bill." Isis Ishtar sighed, sorting out the envelopes into her personal file folder. Upkeep in the museum was draining her both mentally and financially. At least the government understood once and a while and gave her a check...most of it which went towards getting herself therapy, and by therapy Isis meant a spa getaway. She was planning one right around the end of next week, and she knew she would need it after working with Seto Kaiba for eight days straight. It wasn't as though she hated the billionaire or anything, but the brunette could be so arrogant and cold. In fact, Isis was surprised he had agreed to the joint taskforce she had proposed between his company and her connections with archaeologists.

"You're leaving tomorrow?" her little brother (who was in fact just a few years her junior) half-whimpered, pouting at Isis' travel itinerary. "And you're not going to be back until after Rishid's birthday." Malik added, crossing his arms.

"Well...yes, that is true..."

"That's not fair to him though!" Malik protested, lavender eyes flashing. "You'll be all the way over in Arabia during your brother's birthday when you don't have to be!"

"I do have to be." Isis insisted, walking forwards and poking her brother on the nose. "You two can come along if you can find flights there." she challenged, smirking a little. "Though I doubt you'll be able to."

"Not only will we find flights there," Malik shot back, "we will also stalk you throughout this entire expedition. I don't trust Kaiba further than I can throw him."

"...he'd break your back if you even tried to throw him." Isis pointed out with a smug look on her face. Malik simply stuck out his tongue and announced that he was going to start packing. Five minutes later, Isis' Yami Sakura rushed into the house and tackled her hikari to the floor.

"You are not going anywhere with Kaiba! I forbid it!" Sakura glared. Malik had told her everything over the phone and the sorceress was none too keen about letting her other half go on an expedition with the man she absolutely LOATHED.

"Sakura, he's perfectly harmless. I don't see why you're making such a fuss. You're practically as annoying as he is." Isis sighed and shoved Sakura off her with a grunt. Then, a grin came to her face as she remembered who ELSE was going on the expedition "BeSIDES, Seto will be too busy fighting with Pegasus to cause any real trouble with me." The silver-haired man crept into Isis' mind without her really caring either way. As far as she was concerned, the man was simply a somewhat...eccentric and partly inebriated colleague with a brilliant mind. Likewise, Kaiba was also brilliant...he just lacked some basic humanity.

"Fine, but I'm coming too! So is Malik, and we're going to make sure he doesn't do anything we don't like." Sakura warned, wagging her finger in Isis' face before stalking off to terrorize some poor innocent children. Isis sighed and banged her head against the wall.

"They're probably not even going to bother to do this legally either..." she groaned.

***
"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"You just ASKED me that, now stop it." The pilot snapped, and Pegasus rolled his eyes overdramatically.

"I'm bored; you could have a little sympathy. Ooh, I know! Croquet, could you pour me another raspberry cordial please? A little extra shot if you don't mind." he smiled, anticipating the glorious escape of alcohol, oh yes.

"Of course sir." Croquet said raspily, going off to do his master's bidding like a puppydog that fetched the news in the morning. Sadly, Pegasus reflected, Croquet wasn't nearly as cute as a puppy dog might be.

"I should really invest in a beagle." he decided, strumming his long, slender fingers against the leather chair he occupied. "Or maybe I could just hire a cute brunette and get him to dress up for me! That would be even more fun." he giggled to himself, prompting the pilot to step on the gas quite a bit more, him being a rather young brunette and all.

***

"I still don't understand why you couldn't just leave me at home. I mean really, Ryou would've been a great babysitter." Mokuba pouted, drawing a picture of a blue-eyes white dragon that was being viciously dipped like a biscotti into a giant cup of lava-like espresso. He liked the idea of going and digging up artifacts, but he suspected that he would be shoved aside like a kid and not be able to touch anything. Plus, the premiere of his favourite tv show-gone-movie was coming out in three days, and he wouldn't be there to see it. As far as he was concerned, his big brother was a target for revenge.

"Mokuba, I already explained this to you numerous times." The brunette scowled, gripping the throttle of his Blue-Eyes White Dragon jet and punching in buttons to keep them in flight. "Ryou is a troubled youth with obvious indicators of multiple personality disorder."

"No he's not! I've SEEN Bakura, and he's separate from Ryou now."

"We aren't going to discuss this any further Mokuba. Be happy I didn't send you to boarding school." Mokuba shuddered, and for a brief moment was somewhat grateful.

"How much longer until I'm back on solid ground?" Mokuba half-whined, stabbing the paper with his pencil.

"Two hours."

"That long?!" Mokuba whined/groaned.

"If I didn't have to fly this plane, I'd fucking spank you." Seto growled, highly irritated by anyone at all times. Mokuba just smirked.

"Wait 'till we land. I'll be all yours." he joked. Seto reached a hand back and mussed up Mokuba's hair, unable to refrain from laughing a little along with his little brother.

***

"Okay, so we have all the tools?" the leader asked.

"Yep." everybody answered.

"We got all the people?"

"Yep." everybody chorused.

"Do we have the Pocahontas soundtrack CD/tape/mp3 type dealio?" he asked, but did not get a 'yep' as an answer. "Why don't we have it?"

"We're waiting for Mr. Crawford to bring it with him, sir." a young woman whose bust was too big for her safari shirt answered, practically falling over due to her Mattel Barbie-like figure. The large crew of archaeologists, security, helping people and people who were there but definitely WEREN'T helping all nodded vigorously.

"Damn." the leader sighed, then turned to Isis. "You wouldn't happen to have that CD, would you?"

"No..." Isis gave the archaeologist a rather weird look, and Seto scoffed over by his self-claimed rock of Kaiba-ness.

"If we need to rely on Disney tunes for this expedition, I'm sad I even came." The brunette leaned back on the rock for a few seconds before he jumped up with a scream of alarm. Apparently scorpions thought Seto attractive, much like his dwindling fangirl base, and thus decided to climb inside his shirt and feel him up. Malik and Sakura, who had paid a random, shady character with gratuitously violent sex to fly them over to Arabia in a seedy, even shadier aircraft laughed in amusement - Sakura especially. They had only arrived on the excavation sight three hours after Seto, Isis and the rest of the team. Pegasus, on the other hand, was horribly late due to a sudden rendez-vous with Captain Morgan and Mr. Smirnoff while awaiting a visit from a Canadian Mr. Molson.

"Have some patience, Kaiba. The man is eccentric, but he does provide everyone with good morale." Isis pointed out, trying not to laugh at Seto's sudden dance moves with scorpions falling out his shirt. Most of the others were failing miserably in that respect, including Mokuba, who nearly choked on an animal cracker while doing so.

Nightfall arrived, and still no Pegasus. Everyone set up their tents and RVs for a good sleep, except for Malik, who just randomly showed up in Isis' tent while she was reading a romance novel. "You still read those?"

"Shut up. Just because I don't go around like you doesn't mean I don't deserve a little pleasure in life."

"Go around like me? What's that supposed to mean?" Malik gave a mock pout and shimmied under a pile of extra warm blankets. "Just because I can get laid doesn't mean you should be jealous, sister dear." he smirked. Isis whacked him over the head with a pillow.

"Go to sleep."

***

The next morning, everyone dragged themselves out of their tents, bodies stumbling along and eyes barely able to open. The sun was especially cruel to them with its bright, shining evil heat, and Mokuba was being a little brat and refusing to wear sunscreen. The thought of hauling out all the heavy equipment and brushes and stone tools was making nearly everyone groan aloud. Malik was groaning too, but he was inside someone's RV with his newfound friend, so that made things a little different in that respect.

In the distance, the sound of a chopper could be heard, and everyone slowly craned their heads to the left, eyes open and waiting for some sort of energizing force. The helicopter came forth with Pegasus Crawford grinning his half-drunken grin and holding up the Pocahontas soundtrack.

"HOORAY!!" shouted the crowd, their sun hats being tossed into the sweltering air with renewed energy. Seto, hatless and sulky did not participate. Within no time at all, the voice of Governor Radcliffe was booming over the loudspeakers of a rather ancient, rather large boombox.

"Mine, mine, mine, mine me that....GOOOOOOOOLLLLLLDDDD!!"

"Dig, dig!"

"Billions of gooooooold!"

"This is my land, my land! Don't mean to be a pig boys; I'd help you to dig boys, but I've got this crick in me spiiiiiine!"

The archaeologists and the rest of the crew all pitched in to unearth what they hoped to be priceless artifacts with every tool in the shed - brushes, scalpels, forks, spoons...anything that was small and wouldn't damage priceless treasures easily. Seto automatically assumed a position of authority among his team and told them where to dig, how deep to dig it and how likely it was that their heads would be on a platter if they didn't do it right. Isis got down on her hands and knees and began pawing away at the earth with her newly clipped fingernails. Pegasus shared a glass of wine with the other leader person while the two sang the mining song, and Croquet went to go investigate why the hell an RV in the distance was rocking back and forth. He didn't get back too quickly either.

Suddenly, amidst all the dirt, grime and optimisim, "Eureka!" was shouted by none other than Mr. Crawford himself. He had finally joined in the brushing away and had uncovered a portion of something inlain with turquoise.

"It's gorgeous!"

"It's astounding!"

"It's priceless!"

"It's almost as beautiful as our museum curator and historian." Pegasus agreed, giving a beam over to Isis' direction. She laughed a little and rolled her eyes, assuming that Pegasus was probably just feeling the effects of his gin and tonic of five minutes ago. Isis also thanked the Gods that she had dark skin - no one could tell if she was blushing or not. Which, of course, she wasn't. Of course. Seto observed the entire display with a mask of indifference, his eyes only darting once or twice to see how Isis reacted. Well, maybe more like five and a half. He snorted, denying any interest in the situation whatsover before he took off his shirt and laid back on a warm rock to soak up the sun. It was a bit of a bumpy rock, but oddly comfy anyhow.

"Seto-"

"Mokuba, I'm trying to relax."

"Well that's new for you. I just thought you might want to know that you're surrounded."

"What? SHIT!!" Seto leaped up from the rock, realizing that it was covered in scorpions. The critters leaped up with him, clinging to his bare torso and climbing up his legs. They never bit or anything, but there was something about Seto's skin, perhaps, that made it extremely crawlable? "Get these things OFF!!" he bellowed, hitting himself madly. Sakura cackled from a distance, where she was NOT helping anyone.

"Just think of them as your new fan base!" Pegasus suggested none-too-helpfully. "After all, everyone wants a piece of Seto Kaiba."

"Fuck off!"

"They really like you. You should be more gentle with them." Seto just GLARED at Pegasus with the force of a demolished house-filled tornado. Isis had left the scene, but came back with an 'insect-b-gone' bottle and walked over to Seto.

"Close your eyes and mouth." she warned, then looked away and doused the brunette in the foul-smelling insecticide. Every scorpion suddenly had a vicious seziure, died, and fell off the CEO onto the sands. "You can open your eyes now." Isis said after the cloud of poison had for the most part dissipated. Seto slowly opened his eyelids, wary of what he might see. Of course, after seeing it was just Isis, he felt rather stupid of his anxiety. He brushed himself off, getting rid of any scorpions that clung in death and noticed that the museum curator was looking at him.

"What?" he barked, narrowing his eyes.

"I was just wondering if you were all right, Kaiba." Isis said politely, fanning herself with a tiny motorized water fan. It was warm outside, and her short shorts weren't keeping away the heat like she'd planned. Looking at Seto Kaiba wasn't helping her keep cool either.

"I'm fine." he said brusquely, tearing his eyes away from those overexposed sugar brown legs in order to stalk off to a shower. He felt like the bugs were still crawling all over him. Isis just rolled her eyes and fought not to stick her tongue out at the other. He's too young for me, she insisted to herself. I did NOT just think that...

***

"ARRRRRGH!!" Seto nearly overturned his entire trailer upon finding three scorpions in the sink making moon-eyes at him...well, in the incredibly creepy way that dangerous insects COULD make moon-eyes. The CEO punted them off his steel-toed boots out into the desert evening as they screeched off into the twilight colours.

"Oh Kaiba boy, you're going to have to watch your temper." Pegasus admonished, sipping a martini.

"I'll watch my temper when you get sober." he growled, crunching yet another scorpion under his foot. "Fucking insects."

"You don't have to be so rude. It doesn't become you...and it certainly doesn't increase your chances." Pegasus smirked.

"What chances?" Seto said slowly, eyes narrowing at the mid-twenties man lounging on a lawn chair, no creature madly attacking him. The brunette was just a little envious. Just a little.

"Just because I'm tipsy fifty percent of the time doesn't mean I don't notice what's going on."

"Fifty percent?"

"All right, eighty, but that's besides the point. What I'm trying to say - ooh! Digestive cookies? How sweet of you!" Pegasus smiled to a tiny redhead who blushed with pride. She skirted off quickly though, making sure no one else saw her.

"Get to the point." Seto snarled, leaning against the doorframe.

"If you want her, your temper will have to go. She won't stand for that."

"...I beg your pardon?"

"Sorry, you can't have it." Pegasus grinned, downing his martini and nibbling on his cookies. "I make it a point to be very, VERY selective about my pardon." Seto simply rolled his eyes and slammed the door of his trailer, not wanting to hear the drunken fool go on about something that the CEO was SURE had absolutely no importance whatsover.

***

"Maybe you should just bathe in that spray stuff Isis used..." Mokuba suggested, having stopped rubbing his now-widened eyes due to watching his brother run around the entire campsite at five in the a.m. An entire band of scorpions had come together and were now chasing poor Seto Kaiba, driven by the smell of his clarifying shampoo...and by a certain spell cast by a certain someone that really didn't need to be named. Of course Seto had no idea at this point; he was too busy with his survival to worry about WHY the damn things were chasing him anyhow.

"Not again..." Isis sighed and sprayed her stuff when Seto came whipping by around her, causing the scorpions to alternately cling and die again...and for Seto to pass out, having inhaled the stuff. "...oops."

Sakura and Malik had a lovely little riot of laughter, complete with stolen digestive cookies.

***

Seto awoke to a vision of blurr and a cold cloth being put on his forehead. "What the h-"

"Ssh. Drink this." Seto relaxed under the soothing voice and managed to drink some foul tasting medicine from a warm spoon. He grimaced, though he certainly registered the hand on his shoulder. A nice weight, to be sure. "It's me."

"Isis...?" he mumbled, sort-of seeing a blob of brown, with a blob of black and two little blobs. Two pretty little blobs of pretty blob blue. Damnit, he wanted focus. Isis nodded in reply, though Seto's eyes were still not working well enough for him to see it. "I..." Words could not express his ultimately cliched feelings, so the CEO tugged the attractive, gelatinous looking Isis overtop of his body and wrapped his arms around it.

"...Kaiba?" she squeaked, feeling her face go a nice mahogany. The brunette just sighed happily in response, closing his eyes and keeping her in a fairly tight hug. "You must be very, very sick..." she murmured. Her words, of course, didn't stop her from sneaking a kiss...and a few other things...

***

Night fell, some people went to sleep. Seto woke up and found his underwear (tighty-whiteys!) strangely missing, and having been cured, he figured the best way to get it back was to go on a manhunt against Malik, who was rather tired and sore and not up to running. However, wanting to live, the Egyptian did, screaming. Everyone else ignored them, including Isis, who had taken up Pegasus' generous offer for her to come into his tent and have a few drinks.

"So then I shajss to the wurkr I shajss..." Isis hiccuped, causing Pegasus to burst out laughing. The museum curator followed, giggling much higher than she usually did now that the Merlot had settled nicely into her system. "I furget whad I was gonna shayyy!" she exclaimed though her laughter, body now sprawled out on the lovely silk pillows the Industrial Illusions owner liked to bring with him.

"It's...beeeeen a loooong daaay..." Pegasus swayed from side to side, wondrous red eyes alight with alcohol. He fell on top of Isis (quite accidentally, to be sure) and the two had fits of giggling for approximately 2.341 hours. Every now and then Isis got the bright idea to tickle Pegasus, which resulted in even higher-pitched giggling and more alcohol consumption. By the end of the night, the two were exhausted, snuggly and didn't have that many clothes on.

"Love you." Pegasus murmured, his silver hair draping over the Egyptian.

"Love you too." Isis answered. "Together forever."

"Mmhmm." With that, the two passed out together, one of Isis' legs over Pegasus' waist.

***

Sakura, who had rather been enjoying herself on this trip was subject to a rather rude awakening of Isis coming into the trailer and hyperventilating.

"OhmyRaohmyRaohmyRA!!!!" The blue-eyed woman paced back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

"...whaaat?" Sakura yawned, her leg hitting the wall. "Owie."

"IthinkImighthavesleptwithPegasusbutIdon'tknowandI'mfallingforKaibatooandwhatthehelldoIdoYami?!!"

"...You're such an idiot."

"Don't patronize me!" Isis glared and whacked Sakura with a pillow. "Fucking people who are supposed to give you advice..."

"Well who do you like more?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!! ARRRRGH!!" Just then, Malik burst into the trailer and hid behind Isis, who had only haphazardly strung her clothes together from last night's rendez-vous.

"Don't let him kill me..." he begged.

"That depends on what you DID." Isis rolled her eyes, but jumped reasonably as Seto followed soon after, a murderous glare painted on his face. Quite literally too, since Mokuba had been up to mischief during his sick time.

"You are DEAD." he hissed. "Move aside, Is...is..." It was at that point that Isis' skirt had dropped right off her, and Seto turned a bright red. "Hm...ah...would you mind letting me, um...multilate your brother?"

"How polite of you." Malik snapped sarcastically. "And I didn't do it! Fuck, if I was going to steal someone's underwear, it wouldn't be yours!" Isis' looked a little odd about the face, but no one questioned it. However, she hadn't done a very good job of hiding those tighty whities, because Seto found them in a suitcase on the ground.

"How do you explain THIS then?"

"That's not even my bag!" Malik protested. Seto glared at Sakura, who cackled and pointed to Isis.

"Don't you even..." Isis warned, but her bright red face gave her away. Seto was stunned, to put it mildly. His face was pale, his eyes were elephant huge and he acted like a statue. "I mean, it was...well, you needed to get better and it was in the way."

"Of what, your orgasm?" Isis promptly smashed a cooking pot over Malik's head for such a comment.

"Feel free to mutilate my brother any way you wish." she growled, stalking out of the trailer with a kitchen towel covering where a skirt should have been. Seto nearly fainted, though staring awhile at Isis' ass helped.

"So, she's attracted to me..."

"Wow Seto Kaiba, you're a GENIUS!" Sakura sniggered, then poofed when Seto clumsily tried to hit her, causing him to fall on top of Malik.

"Save it for my sister."

"Why you..."

***

"It's so shiny!"

"It's so old!"

"It's so valuable!"

"It's so ugly!"

"It's just one of my nicknacks from the shop 20 miles down to the right..." one of the workers explained quietly, expecting to get shot for ruining what everyone else thought was a magnificent find of Arabian archaeology.

"Well don't just stand there, get back to digging!" Pegasus exclaimed with a grin, throwing his arms open wide. "There's far more to find yet!" The crowd cheered in unison, then went back to singing the Pocahontas mining song while brushing away dirt from the ground. Seto was feeling much better, and was even helping (for once in his life). Mokuba was busy bandaging up Malik, who had probably deserved it but still needed some help.

Isis, however, was violently brushing away a patch of dirt. What do I do? I mean, I...promised myself to Pegasus, and he's gorgeous and friendly and I like him, but then there's Seto...who probably doesn't even give a damn about me anyways. Hell, this is no contest! It's obvious who I should pick. The Egyptian looked over at Seto, who took off his shirt due to the heat, his sweat pooling around his gorgeous near six-pack. He was well-built, but not overly so. One drink from his canteen made Isis want to take that same canteen just for an indirect kiss. Then, the romantic moment was ruined when a swarm of scorpions clambered onto Seto, all skittering with mad, beastialistic love for the brunette.

"Auuuugh!!" Pegasus chuckled at Seto's misfortune, but soon smiled less when Isis quickly went over to help again, this time brushing off all the scorpions with her bare hands. The silver-haired man doubted he'd EVER seen Seto Kaiba so very red in his life. This was a problem he would have to rectify quickly.

***

"What do you want." Seto grunted, sitting on a beanbag chair in Pegasus' tent.

"I just want to talk, is all. Care for a drink?"

"No thank you."

"Suit yourself." Pegasus smiled falsely and took a swig of white wine. "I just wanted to let you know that technically it's illegal for you to even consider having sexual relations with MY current partner."

"...what?"

"Don't act stupid. That's my job." Pegasus glared Seto hard in the eyes. "You will stay away from Isis Ishtar, or I will be forced to act accordingly. You are but 17, and she is 24. You wouldn't want to give her jail sentences now, would you?"

"Legal age of consent is 14 in Japan." Seto smirked, smug as a cat with a bird.

"...shit, I didn't know that." Pegasus growled, taking another swig of wine. "Wait!" He slammed the bottle into the cushion. "It's 18 in Arabia, fool!"

"So I'll wait a few days." Seto wasn't actually PLANNING on sleeping with Isis, but he did admit it would be a very nice thing to do...too bad the woman probably hated him. He couldn't blame her, since he'd never, ever treated her with an ounce of respect, for the most part. It was just fun to make Pegasus mad.

With a growl, Pegasus lept for Seto inside the tent, drool leaking out of the side of his mouth. Seto quickly up and fled...into Isis' tent no less. The red-eyed CEO glowered in that direction and began to pace in his huge-ass tent. She did promise me...and I promised her. We were drunk...but why should that matter?!!

"What are you doing here?" Isis murmured sleepily, the only one who woke up after Seto banged through their trailer door.

"Hiding out from Pegasus. The man's a nutcase."

"Oh, I don't know. I think his eccentricity just puts some people off. He's not so bad." Kaiba snorted at that.

"Well apparently not, since he thinks you and he are an item."

"..."

"It's true?" Seto gave her a sidelong look, trying not to burst out laughing or start storming in a rage. Ah, the human heart. It was very difficult for Seto to realize that yes, he had one.

"Well, we were very, very drunk...and I sort of told him something along the lines of...forever?"

"You're an idiot." Isis glared fiercely at Seto's point-blank statement.

"You're right." she spat. "I am an idiot, for caring about the slight chance that you might give a damn when you don't." With that, she shoved Seto out the door. Well, she tried to shove Seto out the door, but he was pretty strong, and she was pretty...not. "Dammit, MOVE!"

"Why should I?"

"You...you..." Isis let out a frustrated animal-like sound, since she didn't want to start cussing her head off.

"What about me?" Seto smirked, letting one hand fall to Isis' hip. "Do I..." he leaned in towards her eear. "...frustrate you?" he whispered, stroking the woman's skin through her nightshirt.

"Kaiba..." she murmured, eyes starting to drift shut.

"Seto." One hand way up under the nightshirt.

SMACK!

One very, very red imprint of a hand on the brunette's cheek before he was forcibly hefted out of the trailer through the CLOSED door. Malik and Sakura still didn't wake up.

***

And so a large mass of scorpions waved a tearful goodbye as the KaibaCorp BlueEyes White Dragon plane took off from the Arabian runway. The job was over, the artifacts had been found and carefully preserved, along with a few greedy skeletons among the ruins. Despite the number of days that had passed, Kaiba's cheek was STILL stinging and Mokuba wasted no time in teasing him about it. Seto wanted to crush the little imp of his brother, but his autopilot wasn't working, and he was stuck listening to taunts such as "What did you do? Flirt with her brother first?" and "I'll bet you loved it. Wouldn't she have had to slap you like, three times to get it that red?"

Isis wasn't doing much better herself. She had opted to take Pegasus' plane back to Domino city, and Malik and Sakura figured they should come along too. Of course she took some battery about the whole Kaiba thing, which resulted in Pegasus consuming a rather deathly amount of al-key-hawl. At least they hadn't woken up during the whole night escapades a few days ago.

"So, do you still have his underwear? They say men who wear tighty-whiteys have a lower sperm index-"

"Shut UP Yami!!"

"So who ARE you going to choose?" Malik asked, crawling onto Pegasus' lap because he was too inebriated to be able to distinguish who people were. Malik was simply Shakira with a really big tan.

"I think..."

***

This spa getaway is EXACTLY what the doctor prescribed. Dr. Me, Isis Ishtar. The blue-eyed raven-haired woman grinned from ear to ear, enjoying her back massage thoroughly.

"Can you go down a little further please?" she asked languidly, making a couple contented sounds. Her masseuse chuckled.

"How low do you want me to go?" he purred, in an oh-so-VERY familiar voice. Isis whipped around, thereby knocking off the few towels she HAD on to see Kaiba standing there in a smart blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Her masseuse was gagged and bound to a chair in the adjacent room, but there was no need for her to know that.

"Low...wait, no! What are you doing here?" she barked out, eyes narrowing.

"I have my reasons." Seto said calmly, leaning in and placing a tiny kiss to Isis' cheek. "Just wanted to let you know I'm here, is all."

"And?"

"And what?"

"You could APOLOGIZE, for starters!"

"I don't do that." Isis humphed at that and promptly smacked Seto across the face again, starting off their slightly masochistic journey through hating, dating, raunchy sex, running away from drunken stalk missions by Pegasus and children born out of wedlock. Needless to say Sakura was very amused by all this. So was her hubby Mariku, who was dubbed "the creepy uncle" by their kids. Malik was "the auntie uncle". Seto never protested one single bit.

~*~

END!!!