A/N: This is my last entry in the Yu-Gi-Oh category and it's also the last fic I am doing as YamiWestley. Thank you to everyone who has read my stuff over the years. This is in dedication to you. Of course, the disclaimer: I own neither Walt Whitman, or Yu-Gi-Oh.
It felt like her soul was torn right out of her body. The second Kisara felt the terrible beast groan in pain, she knew there was trouble. "Seto-sama… It looks like I might reach my end." She held out her hand, shaking in both pain and fear. "Who knows when we will meet again."
Seto held her in his arms, letting her bleach hair smother his hands. "Kisara… I never understood why you protected me. Why did your soul care so much?"
She was quiet for a time. Kisara's eyes stared up at the sky, the same color as her own eyes. "Seto-sama, can't you see? I love you." Her Ka stretched out of her body at that very second. The stone tablet imprisonment came to fruition. She screamed, curled up in a ball at his feet. In that second, death marked her innocent body, and the fate foretold fulfilled.
Innocence died, and darkness plagued the mourner's heart.
Centuries later, the ill fated girl and high priest were reincarnated as two separate entities. The priest returned to life as power-hungry man, a scar left from his father thousands of years ago. The girl returned now as a human, but as a prisoner of a card game.
Now, when the man is in trouble, he calls upon his trusty servant to guide him to salvation. Really, their lives were not ill fated or sad. They will be forever with each other, scattered throughout the sands of time.
I bequeath myself to the dirt
To grow from the grass I love.
If you want me again,
Look for me under your boot soles
Under grass