Sweet November

Disclaimer: I think it's obvious that I don't own the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh.

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He collapsed on top of her, running his fingers through her silken hair and planting kisses on the side of her neck. She giggled underneath him, running her fingers up and down his back. He purred and kissed her on the lips. "I love you," he murmured, kissing her several more times.

She wrapped her slender, beautiful arms around his neck, smiling at him, her beautiful sea-green eyes shining. "I know." He loved those eyes, so bright and full of life. She was a goddess sent to earth, shining with the radiance of life and love. And she was all his.

He smiled as he kissed the palm of her hand, closing his eyes. She was so perfect in every way. Her body, her personality; she was so strong and faithful. Furthermore, she was full of love, a love she had chosen to give to him only. She had changed him, that much was certain. He didn't care anymore. He was quite happy with his beautiful goddess.

He sighed and rolled over, causing her to pout. He grinned and pulled her closer to him, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight, Isis," he whispered, pushing her hair behind her ear.

"Mmmm..." she rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his torso. He sighed in contentment; life was good, especially the nights when Isis was around. The only sound that could be heard was the breeze ruffling the leaves in the trees outside.

The peace and silence was broken by the sound of the TV turning on suddenly and without warning. Isis jumped and sat up in bed, eyes wide with fear. "In other news, another young woman has been killed today, apparently coming from her boyfriend's house. This is the fifth such case to occur in the past five months."

Seto sat up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I must have kicked the remote," he told her, reaching down and grabbing the remote. He turned the TV off and rubbed the side of her face with the back of his hand, absent-mindedly putting the remote on the nightstand. Isis still seemed completely terrified for some reason. He stroked her hair and planted another kiss on the side of her head. "I never thought news reporters were so frightening," he joked.

"Seto!" She began tickling him, pinning him down to the bed. It was a long time before either one of them got any sleep.

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The sun came pouring in through the window, falling gently on Isis' peaceful sleeping face. Seto never knew that he could be so in love with anything. She had changed his life around completely; he would do anything for her. Everything was different, ever since that gorgeous Egyptian had walked into his life.

He loved watching her while she slept, a habit he had picked up during the earliest stages of their relationship. She had been so filled with worries during the day, and at night he made them all go away. During the night, she was free. He smirked. He was as much her savior as she was his. A strand of hair fell across her face and he swiftly brushed it aside. It still amazed him that she had given her love to him, after all the things he had done.

He kissed her on the forehead and she opened her eyes slowly, stifling a yawn. "Morning," he greeted her as she sat up in bed.

"Morning," she replied, leaning over to kiss him. What had started as a simple and sweet kiss good morning didn't stay that way for very long. It almost ended in a repeat of last night's performance. But after a few minutes she pushed him away, smiling sweetly. "I have to go home," she rebuked softly. "And you have to go to work." He groaned and leaned in to kiss her, causing her to giggle and push him again. "Seto, behave!" She didn't sound like she really meant it.

Whether she meant it or not, he obeyed, but not without a few mental complaints. But what she said was true. Over Christmas maybe they could take a vacation somewhere together. That was a good idea. He would have to start planning it later today. "At least stay for breakfast," he insisted. "Mokuba always loves it when you're around."

She laughed; the sound was sweet music to his ears. "We both know you're not thinking about Mokuba's interest."

It was true. Then again, Seto could be very jealous when it came to Isis. He loved having her all to his own. He enjoyed her company, the warmth of her presence. "Maybe, but I have my reasons," he said, grabbing her hands and kissing her again. "Lets go get breakfast, I'm starving!"

Breakfast was the norm at the Kaiba household, and afterwards Isis kissed Seto goodbye and started walking home. From the looks of it, it was going to be a chilly, ordinary fall day with a clear blue sky. What was it again? The first of November. Time really did fly. It seemed like just yesterday she had been struggling to stop her brother's madness.

Now that Malik's other half was gone, things were a lot better for all of them, especially her. Now she could carry out her relationship with Seto without worrying about what was going to happen next. They could live their lives in peace, nothing threatening them. Things were good.

She was enjoying her leisurely walk home, even if it was a little chilly. Her path led her past Yuugi's grandfather's shop and she was surprised to see that it was already open. "Good morning," she called, opening the door and walking inside slowly.

Yuugi and Jounouchi were sitting behind the counter and it was quite obvious to her what they had been doing since they pulled away from each other with embarrassed looks on their faces. "Good morning, Isis," Yuugi greeted her, blushing a little. "Is there anything I can get for you," he offered.

Isis smiled as she approached the counter. "You two are running the shop? You seem to be entertaining yourselves in other ways," she scolded them.

They both blushed and looked away from her. "So what are you doing here?" Yuugi asked, bringing a chair for her to sit on.

Isis sat down and smiled at them as Yuugi rejoined Jounouchi behind the counter. "I was walking home and I saw the shop was open so I decided to take my chances."

"Well," Yuugi said, leaning back against Jounouchi, "I'm glad you stopped by. This place can be pretty boring first thing in the morning."

This was too easy. "It's pretty obvious you find ways to entertain yourselves." Jounouchi laughed and Yuugi flushed again. At least they had a sense of humor; that was something she could always count on.

"Isis, have you heard about those girls that have been killed in the past five months?" She started; that was an unusual turn of conversation. She dumbly nodded. "Do you know the whole story behind their deaths?" That she didn't know and she told him so.

"Well, there are several similarities that can be drawn between the girls that died. The most obvious being they were all one their way home from their boyfriends' houses. All five were killed on the last day of the month. Another thing, all their boyfriends were relatively famous. And this is the one few people know about," he said, leaning closer to her. She unconsciously leaned forward. "All of them were going insane before they died."

She sat there in stunned silence, letting the words sink in. What an interesting revelation. Today was the first of the month; was the cycle going to start again with a new girl? "Glad I'm not a girl," Jounouchi said, breaking the heavy silence.

"Jounouchi-kun!" Yuugi exclaimed, playfully punching him on the arm. Isis felt a little bit better now and she wondered if that had been Jounouchi's intent.

She shook her head as a tickle fight broke out between the two of them. "I'll see you guys around," she said as she walked out the door. Amazingly, they stopped in their game long enough to say goodbye to her.

The wind picked up as she continued on her way home. It was a lot colder too, and she pulled her coat tighter around her.

Isis... and icy voice called from right behind her. She stopped and turned around, only to see that there was nothing there. Her imagination was running away with her. It had to be.

Still, she decided to hurry home after that and made it back in record time. She locked the door behind her, though she wasn't exactly sure what it was that she was afraid of. She was perfectly safe; there was nothing to worry about anymore.

She had just finished locking the door when the phone rang, causing her to jump. This was silly. She really shouldn't be so paranoid. She picked up the phone. "Hello, Isthar residence."

"Hello, Isis," the voice on the other side of the receiver greeted her. She couldn't identify the voice as either male or female. "I hope you're in a good mood today."

"What's it matter to you?" she asked, feeling insecure.

The voice laughed. "Oh, but it does. I'm sure you've heard all about those five girls that have been killed. Well, guess what, sweetheart? You're my November.

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