This is the third instalment of "Fragments of a Shattered Soul." Please R/R.
Chapter 3:
Kisara shifted uncomfortably on Bakura's lap. His arm was still lodged around her waist. His breath smelt oddly of spices, not unpleasant, just….odd. This was the only word Kisara could use with her relation to Bakura. They had only just met, and yet he was willing to tell her his entire life story. Bakura's face was cast in shadow in the late afternoon sun. He ran his fingers down her silver strands, a puzzled expression fleeting across his face. He, like so many others could not help but wonder how that girl's hair retained that silver lining, with hints of blue and white. With her hair out of her eyes, Kisara's face looked oddly exposed.
"Now then," he whispered, "Have you ever heard of the Kul Elna tragedy?" Kisara nodded. She had travelled around a lot, and had heard many things.
FLASHBACK
Kisara stumbled though the streets, the icy wind battering her dry, sand infested hair. She was hungry, alone and thirsty. She could only travel at night, thanks to her looks she would have had a good chance of being stoned if she walked in the daylight.
Collapsing outside a run down stall, she heard voices.
Two people, a man and a woman ventured out of the house, and Kisara could not help but eavesdrop on their conversation.
"Did you hear about Kul Elna? 99 people, missing. All dead. Rumour has it that a ritual was performed, and that a young boy witnessed it."
"Yes….they say his name is Bakura…."
END FLASHBACK
Kisara paused, surveying Bakura though her long lashes. "It was you, you were the boy."
Bakura grinned. That grin was horrific, the grin of a madman. Then he pulled her closer, causing her to gasp:
"Yes, Kisara. I saw my family boiled alive, stewed, their naked bodies melding together to make those things. These."
He grabbed the Sennen Ring from around his neck, and brushed the cold gold against her bare thigh. He was getting more excited now, the grin on his face growing into a maddening smirk. "All thanks to my friend the Pharaoh," he said, before turning to look at Kisara. "What do you think of the Pharaoh now, Kisara?"
FLASHBACK
"Pharaoh, this is Kisara. May I ask your permission if she may seek safety in the Palace?"
Atem blinked in surprise at Kisara, but nodded all the same. He smiled at her, and Kisara could only downcast her head and blush.
END FLASHBACK
"He appeared….kind."
This was the wrong thing to say, naturally. Bakura leapt up, anger burning in his eyes. Kisara toppled off his lap as he yanked her up, taking a handful of silky silver hair and tugging hard.
"KIND?" He thrust her around, so that her eyes were centimetres away from his. His body was thrust up against hers as well, making her feel fear for her womanly dignity as well as Bakura's anger.
"He killed my family…he stole everything from me..….You wonder why I like gold so much, Kisara? Because it doesn't die, doesn't go, like my family did all those years ago."
BB3: Next chappie is the end of Bakura's and Kisara's conversation, and the last two chapters is when the real angst starts! Please R/R!
Cat: Or burn down Argos.