Is There Forgiveness?

She felt the cascade of curtains. The breeze stirred within the stillness of her room. She wanted to stay still. It was part of the plan. However, as the unseen shadow approached she inched further under her covers.

A voice in her head roused, this is all a mistake...

She fought the urge to shake her head. It had played over countless times in her head. She had waited and wondered and whispered to all knowing shadows. Nothing had aided in ending her guilt.

The glass doors slammed open. She felt the shadow looming over her room. She pressed nearer to the wall. She was a traitor: a filthy, lying, cheating traitor - something that even he was not.

He gripped the covers. He would tear them away, she was sure. He would drag her from between her sheets and expose all of her secrets. She wished death for one painful, eternal moment.

Then, the memory returned.

She regretted her wish at once. It had hurt. There was no pain quite like it. Few had experienced it as she had. Few believed in it at all.

He crouched, agitating the sheets with his cold, callous whispers.

"Do you understand?"


She smiled.

The birds sang beautifully. Their azure wings fluttered as their deep and solemn eyes scoured the land. They preened themselves amongst the loftiest branches. Their songs silenced only for stolen glances at one another.

"Who are you?"

Her smile flourished. It was him. However, she kept silent. She had to maintain her composure. There was no guarantee that he would remember. He may have found another. He may have been promised to another. He may have despised her.

He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.

At once his jaw grew slack. His eyes widened. He lost his words. He lost speech. He lost sense. For a moment, he had even lost himself.

"You..."

She touched his face fleetingly. "Seto..."

He was quickly regaining his composure. He shut his jaw and held them firmly together. He straightened up, his expression lessened.

He demanded. "How did you get here? This is a private island and a private estate. How did you get through the security?"

She was flooded with relief. "I have always been here, Seto. Always,"

Her gentle hand rested above his heart.

He recognised its touch.

"He swore me to secrecy by tracing the letter I sent," she whispered. "but I am here now. I stand with you as I always have; as I always will."

He stared at her. No, he thought, not the one leading to the last Blue Eyes. As he gazed at her he knew it was true.

The next word was born on its own, "Kisara..."

Author's Note: Yes, another story written on my i-Pod. I quite like this one actually. It's rather nice. It started as another Naruto fanfiction so if the beginning has any major anomalies it would be because of that. As it stands I think it works well. I am referring to Yami Bakura, I think. Kisara was the key to Seto believing in the 'impossible'. Yami Bakura therefore kept her under his control. He didn't need to make an enemy of Seto. That would make things much harder for him! That was his reasoning. This, therefore, takes place after the anime has ended.

Thank you for reading. I hope that you have liked this piece. I apologise if you haven't.