Chapter: 2. An old friend

Preface:
• I want to apologize because the second chapter took us through because I was sick. Illness: laziness. I was currently writing a story on another.
• For those who haven't noticed: This FF is about SetoxIshizu and we learn about Seto's past. I'll give you one thing in advance: Seto was born in Egypt.
• Anyone who knows the 'Toten Hosen' knows that they have a song called "Alles aus Liebe". I didn't mean to have my story called the same.
• I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I hope I get some comments!
• All details of cities, tombs, oases and landscapes in Egypt are without guarantee.

2. An old friend

The morning with its first rays of sun drove away the darkness of the night, which had also laid its ice-cold wings over Egypt. A tall, brunette man and a black-haired woman were lying on the roof of a ferry going to Cairo, their strands hanging over their faces.They slept in close proximity. Ishizu fell asleep in the warmth of Seto's body soon after her crying fit.
But now that the sun was shining, the rays tickled her skin. She woke up. She used to get up early. Still caught in the shackles of tiredness, she just lay there for a short time with her eyes closed and listened to the melody of the wind when she suddenly noticed that she was pressing against something solid with her hands. She tore her eyelids apart. She looked into the sleeping face of Seto Kaiba, who was holding her in his arms.
What am I doing here? the Egyptian wondered, blushing. Her memory began to work while leaning on one of her forearms. His embrace broke, but one hand remained on the bare skin of her off-the-shoulder dress. Ishizu carefully tried to evade this touch, which made her cheek blush and gave her a strange feeling all over.With a slight movement on her part, his hand slipped along her upper arm and pushed the fabric of her sleeve further and further down. Her heart was racing. The touch felt good, but her mind told her it was wrong. Reluctantly, she pushed Seto's hand away with a quick jerk, so that it hit the roof of the control cabin. His eyelids twitched. He was about to wake up and when he opened his eyes he would see her. He would misunderstand.
Panicked, Ishizu slid to the ladder on all fours and quickly climbed down. Passing the window of the control cabin, the captain greeted them with a nod. He had put on a sly smile. She hadn't come down the whole night he'd been behind the wheel. He could already imagine what she and this man, who still had the features of a youth, had done.
The Egyptian walked away quickly. Her face must have been as red as a tomato.How could this man think that she and Seto - although she had already felt queasy earlier when his hand touched her bare skin - ouch! She'd slapped herself over these thoughts.
She had reached her cabin and locked the door behind her. Her heart was racing. She took a deep breath. Gripped by the weakness of desire, she slid down the door. She touched the spot on her arm where Seto's hand had been. She shook her head. There was no point in indulging in lust. She was playing with fire. She didn't know from her own experience, she had never had a boyfriend, but friends had told her about it. She was so hot. The Egyptian got up and swayed slightly into the bathroom (the ferry could easily pass as a small luxury ship), where she separated from her dress and took a shower ...

Seto woke up with a slight pain.He immediately identified his hand as the problem, which for some unknown reason had struck the roof. It took him a long time for his standards to remember last night. It gave him a slight shock when he thought back over all the events with Ishizu, but he couldn't remember how she had left.
It doesn't matter, it's not that important, he thought, but he was already queasy.

"Where were you last night? I've been looking for you everywhere," Mokuba asked worriedly his brother, whom he had found at the bow when he came out on deck, trying in vain to reach Roland again. He had changed his white shirt for a black one. The white was too tell-tale. In the glow of light it would have been easy to reveal the tattoos on his upper body that he had had since he was a child.
"Didn't the captain tell you?"
"He didn't know where you were either."
Fortunately, Mr. Wheeler was just striding up and flying over his own feet, so Mokuba was too distracted to notice his older brother's eyebrows rise.Why was the man silent?
"Cairo ahead!" Came the captain's voice. And truly: there in the distance was the city with its many innumerable houses. Thousands of people were swarming around at the harp.
"Are you satisfied, Mokuba?", Seto asked indifferently. He didn't like all of Egypt. This country had already done too much to him. Shreds of memories from that time wanted to drown his thoughts, but he couldn't place them anywhere. Everything was still too blurry. He only knew one thing: he hated this desert state!
"No," the black-haired boy replied coldly.
"You wanted to go on vacation. Shall we go back to Japan now?"
"No. I just don't want to stay in this city. If I had wanted to go to souvenir shops, department stores, restaurants with Chinese food, we might as well have gone to other countries. But I want something really Egyptian. We just look for each other a small village that is isolated from the outside world and live there in a hotel."You're going to be unlucky," said Marik suddenly, who had just stepped onto the deck with Odion, Tea, Tristan and Yugi and had unintentionally listened to the conversation of the two Kaiba brothers. Tristan, Tea and Yugi helped Joey up, who really did manage to fall a second time in the same minute.
"Why? What is wrong with my plan?" Asked Mokuba, pouting slightly.
"Most of the small villages have no hotels or inns," said Odion matter-of-factly.
"It's a shame. Don't stop then," said Seto happily. His cell phone had long been swimming in the Nile. He had thrown it in the water in anger.
"Then we'll buy a house right away. I want to go on vacation in a village in Egypt. I want, I want, I want!" Said little Kaiba defiantly. Seeming as if he was close to tears, he turned to his brother: "Please, Seto, buy a house. Please. I have never wished for anything else from you. If you really like me, do us can take a vacation here. Please !! "With full calculation, Mokuba had pressed on one of his brother's weak points: his love for him. Seto was trapped. He had no choice but to do everything possible so that, as much as he loathed it, they could be in Egypt.
"You could just as easily stay with us," said Marik to everyone's surprise - even Ishizus, who had just come up the stairs - suddenly.
"Really?" Said Mokuba joyfully.
"Of course. We currently live in a small village near Al Bawiti, where my sister, Odion, I, and a small group of archaeologists are examining a recently discovered tomb. You can look at it from me, you might find something interesting out because we can't get any further. Even Ishizu is at a loss. Right, isn't it? "He had turned to his sister.
"Just because I can't find a solution straight away doesn't mean that we need help from Kaiba right away," she hissed in his ear so softly that only he understood.Marik just shrugged his shoulders and then turned to Yugi, Tea, Tristan and Joey: "You are also cordially invited."

Arrived at Cairo's harbor, they flew in an airplane (not a real one, a big one, but a smaller one, which is often also owned by rich people, where around 10 to 20 people could sit), which of course was on Seto's account, what the billionaire didn't particularly scratch. He had enough money.
"And, Mokuba, was that how you imagined your little village?" The brunette asked dryly and coldly.
"Yes, exactly like that," muttered the black-haired man. In front of them were around 50 houses that must have been built a very, very long time ago. The streets and alleys were just trampled sand. Everyone felt as if they had been transported back to Egypt 5000 years ago. This village could easily have been declared a city of the dead, if not people who were wrapped in clothes that were very reminiscent of ancient Egypt."Is there electricity and running water here?", Tea said with premonitions.
"Running water does, but not electricity," Ishizu replied coolly. She had never looked at Seto during the entire flight. It had been too cold and closed this morning as ever. Last night felt so distant, like a dream that was beginning to blur.
Marik, Ishizu, and Odion went in front while the others followed them. Mokuba and Seto brought up the rear. The residents of the village were amazed at the six white skins trotting behind the Ishtar siblings. Strangers were clearly recognizable by their clothes, but they looked friendly, only the tall, brunette man with the beautiful blue eyes, which were so terrifying and freezing cold, seemed to them as if there was a mysterious aura surrounding him .
Suddenly there was a crash behind them. Everyone turned around in surprise and alarm."Pub brawl," said Tristan.
An old, white-haired man with a thin frame and many wrinkles on his face had been thrown from a pub by four large, bald, muscled limbs and began to hit him, while all the people on the streets ran away in horror into their houses and doors and Window locked.
"Let's get out of here quickly," Marik muttered nervously. "Those are the four Taurus brothers. They are not to be trifled with."
"And what about the old man?" Asked Mokuba, fearful for the old man.
"It'll happen next. They only use him as a whipping boy," Ishizu's blond brother explained with increasing nervousness.
"As if the man hadn't suffered enough," snapped his sister rudely. "Look at him closely. Nobody knows who is. One day nine years ago he was sitting in front of the pub that then became his home. His legs are paralyzed, he is blind, mute and some say he is deaf too - and that at the age of 40! "Many opened