This is the fourth installment of "Fragments of a shattered Soul." Please R/R people. I'm not the most patient and talented of folk, so I'm down on bended knee here!
Cat: You are also leaning on my tail.
Chapter 4:
Bakura's eyes searched the now terrified girls. He wrapped one hand around her waist, pulling her closer to him. A silence had descended on the alleyway; the clattering and chaos of the Market place lost in the dreary gloom of the area. Kisara realized then, where she was.
She was in the back alleys of Egypt, where it was impossible for anyone to hear any screams. Also, she was in the arms of one of the most dangerous men in the whole of the eastern regions, also Seto's worst enemy. And now, Bakura was extremely close to her, she could see every detail of his dark, hardened purple irises.
Too close.
Panic over taking her, Kisara wrenched away from the King of Thief.
Swirling around, she bolted in the opposite direction. Bakura glared after her, before he began to laugh in his absentminded way. Kisara heard his laughter, and it ripped into her mind, haunting her ears for what seemed to be a very long time. Bakura watched as the whirl of silver hair disappeared around the corner, vanishing into the setting sun.
Later….
"Forgive me Seto," whispered the blue eyed maiden as she made her way to the now ruined courtyard. Her energy was astounding; she had been running for a solid hour. Collapsing onto a stature of Ra, she turned her eyes to the entrance of the temple.
A young man, dressed in shades of royal blue ventured out into the dying sunlight. Kisara inhaled sharply. Seto's face was cut and scratched, his robe totally beyond repair. His cape was dirty and torn; the colours of his robe had faded.
The man's eyes widened when he identified Kisara as she shot towards him.
"SetoSama!" she exclaimed joyfully. "Kisara! What are you doing here?" asked Seto, his blue eyes full of worry. Kisara smiled and shyly looked at the floor.
"When I was in danger, you sought to save me. I cost you your village, yet you saved me yet again. I will protect you, SetoSama!" She lifted her eyes to Seto, as he stared at that noble girl in wonder. "But what about you?" he took a step forward, raising a hand to caress her pale cheek.
"I don't care about me, SetoSama. It is you that matters."
"How sweet," hissed a voice from the shadows.
The dark priest was now obscene. His face was so hideous, his skin cracked and blackened by that evil force. Seto glared at his father, and in that look, had all the loathing that housed all the feelings from the past. His mother's death, the darkness that he too had inside himself and that he hated. This darkness in his glare startled Kisara, but Seto held her hand to reassure her.
Without warning, he wrenched himself around, and still attached to Kisara, made a desperate bid for freedom and Kisara's safety. But all in vain, because there in front of them, stood that monster. His evil eyes scanned the couple, and when they fell on Kisara, he smirked, making his face look even more grotesque then before.
Kisara closed her eyes, and felt a deep feeling began to well up inside of her. In a sheer bolt of power, her BEWD was born. The white dragon stood protectively in front of Seto and Kisara, ready to take down this enemy.
The dark priest released his own Ka, a dark, monstrous thing. In a flicker, Kisara's white dragon was trapped in a mysterious circle, making it impossible to attack. The dark Priest smirked, aiming a bolt of darkness at Kisara. "Uh…." It knocked her to the ground, sending bone shattering pain down her entire body. Seto helped her to her feet:
"Kisara, you must stop. Carry on and he might kill you."
"I don't care," Kisara whispered. "I will protect you whatever the cost."
"What now, Seto?" the evil priest growled. "Kill the girl, and join me."
"Never," cried Seto. "Ever since I met Kisara, I have a light in my life. Before, I was just a shell, empty with nothing but darkness. Kisara showed me real compassion, real…love." Kisara was watching him silently, her blue orbs entranced by his words. "And," he continued, "the light of love out do's any darkness that you posses."
Kisara smiled softly, closing her eyes as a small, crystal like tear dropped from her eye.
The dark priests eyes darkened as rage as he realized he had lost everything…due to Seto's feelings about this poor, pathetic girl. All his anger, hatred and revenge seeped out of him as he sent a killing blow towards Seto.
Kisara watched in horror, and knew then she could lose the one person who she had ever cared for, who she had ever loved. She flew forward, her hair swishing behind her as she threw herself in front of him, her arms spread wide so that not an inch of that darkness could touch Seto.
A blinding flash of light tore though her, as pain eloped her body she felt herself tense up as she fell backwards, her body arcing into a graceful arch as she fell.
"KISARA!"
Arms grasped her aching body as she fell, and lowered her gently to the ground. Kisara mustered enough strength to open her eyes, to share her last moments with Seto.
"Forgive me Kisara," he whispered, rocking her body gently. "I never wanted this to happen…you saved me from darkness…."
Kisara smiled, her dying yet gentle face lighting up. With one small, pale hand she reached to caress Seto's face, and she whispered softly: "At last…the light of my Ka can protect you for eternity…"
Seto's eyes widened as Kisara groaned in pain, her pale hand slipping from his cheek. Her entire body went limp as her White dragon was sealed away to its cruel fate.
Kisara was dead.
BB3: WOW. ANGSTY. Anyway, it doesn't end there people! Next chappie the battle of destiny is told from Kisara's POV. There will be more BakuraKisara to come when the white dragon faces Zork. Please R/R!
Cat: Or in invest in a bumper pack of Kleenex tissues.