I can't express how sorry I am for not finishing this story way back when it should have been finished!

Epilogue

Isis knocked on the door for the third time and stood back and waited, a frown marring her pretty face. "Well, where is he?" She muttered angrily as she knocked for a forth time. "It's been three days! I have every right to see my own brother!" She grumbled to Rishid as the quiet man knelt down to pick up a box neither had noticed upon first arriving.

He opened the small box and pulled out a silver key and an envelope. "Isis." He hand her the envelope.

She opened it quickly.

"Isis and Rishid,

I love you, don't get me wrong, - I have spent the last two years wondering exactly how you were and wanting to be with you – but I refuse to be around you when you are placing the blame on people who don't deserve it. I'm happy that you both are healthy and I wish you the best in the future, even if you decide that I'll never again be apart of that.

We, as in Marik, Ryou, Bakura and I, have decided that it's better to leave. Marik and Bakura have left the house to Kaiba and it should pay off any remaining debts that he makes up. I have gone with them freely – don't you dare think otherwise.

Duke Devlin – who is apparently the only one who even supported the union between Marik and Bakura - is opening up a new game shop in America and since Bakura has done so much work for Seto Kaiba, he's obviously the best choice to run the place, so we're going there. I'm only telling you this so that when you finally get your heads out of your asses, you're welcome to contact us – that's us, not just me, not just Marik. When you have finally grown up, let Duke know, he'll know how to get a hold of us.

I understand you're probably upset, but you truly do not understand everything that has happened. It was all a misunderstanding – from the very beginning. I am happy with them, they are my family now and as much as I want you to be a part of that, neither of you are obviously ready to accept the fact that things don't always go the way we want them to.

So this is goodbye for now.

Love,

Malik"

Both brother and sister looked at each other, then quickly entered the seemingly abandoned house.

It was completely empty.

And somewhere, on an open highway, in the middle of nowhere, heading towards their destination, lavender eyes glanced around at the other occupants in the newly traded car. Those lavender met brown, and a light that had disappeared years ago began to shine through again. It didn't matter where they went now, as long as the four of them were together.

They were finally home.