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Love is Death

Chapter 10 – Calling

Two months later…

Kisara wiped her damp forehead with the back of her hand. She was exhausted. Bakura really had pushed her the last few months. She had learned lots of new things: spells, attacks. Bakura made sure she mastered her new skills well. She also learned that the room could change shape according to her will.

She was currently attempting to freeze Bakura in his tracks…literally. Her goal was to freeze his legs to a point that he was left immobile as he ran around the expanded cement room. Apparently she was 'poor' when it came to moving targets. Bakura was quick on his feet, making it even more difficult for Kisara to ensnare him.

Bakura easily dodged all her attacks. Kisara pouted in disbelief.

"You've been running around for half an hour now! Aren't you tired?" Kisara called out. She didn't like yelling or talking loud, but Bakura wouldn't be able to hear her otherwise.

"You just want an excuse to stop working," Bakura yelled back. Kisara groaned, her glowing blue hand thrusting forwards, only to miss Bakura's leg yet again.

Growling, she exerted the last of her strength into her attack, creating quite a large mass of ice that engulfed Bakura's left leg…barely. He smirked at her in approval. Panting, Kisara released Bakura, smiling triumphantly back at him.

Kisara sat down and recalled the past two months. After the day Kisara 'met' Ryou, both she and Bakura made certain, under an unspoken, mutual truce, to never speak of it ever again and to not touch. The only physical contact they shared was when either one got hurt or needed assistance from Kisara's training.

Living with Bakura was extremely awkward for Kisara. There have been multiple times when Kisara would be would be doing something ordinary, like reading, and she'd catch Bakura leaning against the wall with his arms crossed staring at her. It was like he was her body guard. A very paranoid body guard. He made it seem like something might attack at any minute…which was technically true, but she hadn't told him about it yet.

Bakura was good for the most part. He didn't steal from her – not that he could. He basically stayed in the house with her 24/7. He also hadn't tried to kill her…yet. Unfortunately, Bakura's attitude remained the same. He was basically a jerk, making his snide comments now and again. Kisara learned to not take most of his comments to offense.

After a few nights, Kisara noticed that he didn't sleep…or at least she never saw him go to sleep. And if he did, he would have woken up before her everyday. Kisara would vote on the preceding theory. Bakura had forced her to begin sleeping in her bedroom despite her fondness for sleeping on the floor. Every night when Kisara would sleep, Bakura would always close the door for her. She had the feeling that he waited outside her door.

Bakura also made sure Kisara didn't have to hurt herself in order to practice her healing spells. He gladly let himself bleed so long as she didn't. There was always a hurt expression on Kisara's face whenever she watched him injure himself, but she didn't object knowing he'd only convince her otherwise.

Smiling as Bakura walked up to her, she got up and walked out of the room, willing the entrance to remain open in case Bakura would follow. She went into the kitchen and looked outside. It was a little cloudy. The clock read 8:14 a.m. Looking over what was left in her cupboards and refrigerator, Kisara founds eggs and some bread left. She heard Bakura pull out a chair and sit down. Pulling a pan out of a cabinet, she shot a glance at Bakura.

"Want some eggs and toast? That's all we have right now." He smirked at her, the usual response. She waited fro a verbal answer.

"Sure," he said.

Turning to the stove, Kisara placed the pan atop the flames and waited for it to warm up to a good temperature. After a minute or so, she cracked open an egg and released the contents into the pan. Throwing the shell in the trash, she thought about how weird it was that she had been cooking for a man who once tried to rob and kill her.

She watched as the gooey, almost clear part of the egg turn white as it sizzled in the pan. 'If someone would se us right now, they'd think we were newly-weds,' Kisara thought. Part of her was appalled by the thought, but another part craved it. She sighed.

Then, the phone rang. Kisara turned, staring in disbelief at the phone. She made sure Seto and her boss knew she wasn't home. There was no one else who knew her phone number. She walked over to the ringing device and read the caller ID.

It was Seto.

Panicking, Kisara closed all the curtains, hoping no one has seen her and Bakura together, and told Seto. Bakura watched her with a raised eyebrow. Kisara continued to watch the phone. Tension built up in her body.

"Who is it?" Bakura asked. When he received no answer, he irritatedly got up and walked over to the frightened looking girl. His gaze shifted to the caller ID.

Smirking, Bakura asked, "Are you going to answer it?"

Seto hung up the phone before it got to voicemail. He didn't like to leave messages. Sighing, he leaned back on his leather chair. 'It's been two months and two weeks. Where is she?' Seto asked himself. He attempted to call Kisara just to challenge the small chance that she was back home and would pick up. He couldn't help but worry, yet he knew Kisara was fine. His instincts and connection with her assured him that.

Seto had been good when it came to his little brother's needs. He made sure Mokuba wasn't feeling ignored or unappreciated, but when his little brother wasn't around, Seto assumed his daydream-like attitude. Seto never slacked on his job. That was what he always had control over. His emotions never got in the way of his work.

There was a knock on the door. Snapping out of his zoning out routine, Kaiba turned on his chair to face his desk. After composing himself to a businesslike guise, he said, "Enter."

Nothing.

The door didn't open and there was no reply. Seto's brow twitched in annoyance. After a minute, the doorknob turned. Prepared to subtly insult the person with his complex vocabulary, Seto was shocked to see a familiar woman whom of which was wearing familiar off-white garbs. She had long black hair and wore gold trinkets. One particularly caught Kaiba's eye. Surrounding the woman's bronze neck was a thick golden necklace, the eye of Ra centered between her collarbones. 'The Millennium Necklace…' Seto thought as he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Ishizu, what do you think you're doing here? How did you get past security?" his cold voice echoed authority. He watched at she closed the door behind her and walked over to his desk.

Seto scrutinized her, noticing a faint pained expression on her face.

"Kaiba, who is Kisara to you?" her warm voice asked.

"What does it matter?" Kaiba retorted, "What are you after?"

"…Kaiba, I know you don't believe in anything supernatural, but my Millennium necklace revealed to me a vision concerning that girl."

"What about her?" Seto said, placing his elbows on the table and leaning against his palm.

"She…" Ishizu stared, "…might die."

Seto stared at the bronze-skinned woman, shock and disbelief in his eyes. In a fit of anger, yet respecting Ishizu's womanhood, Kaiba stood and, rather firmly, grabbed her by the shoulders. She looked at him with fear, her arms instinctively rising in front of her chest.

"Tell me. Where is she?!" Kaiba shouted. Ishizu shook under his intensely angered stare. After inhaling deeply, she calmed herself, her arms lowering back to her sides.

Swallowing, she responded, "I do not know where she is, but I can tell you that the darkness that will kill her will arrive soon, in search of her. I suggest you find her before it does."

Maneuvering out of his hold on her, Ishizu walked over to the door. Stopping before her hand reached for the knob, she looked back at Kaiba. A worried expression tainted her beautiful face.

"Be careful; I sense as though your heart will break soon," she said, her voice warm, "Good luck, Kaiba." Seto's body was stiffened with fear. He watched with wide eyes as Ishizu closed the door.

And she was gone.

Kaiba stood in his office, considering what he should do next.

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