This is the final chapter of Fragments of a shattered soul…and maybe the darkest chapter.

Cat: Whoop de doo.

Final Chapter:

A day had passed since the tragic passing of the white skinned maiden Kisara, and the disappearance of the Thief King. Bakura had not been seen…and Atem and Seto had no idea why or where. The Sun rose…and none of the people appeared to even care or know about Kisara's death. Instead, the corps were harvested, the weaving of clothes continued, and the children's games carrying on. No one noticed the tall, white haired figure bathed in red that glared at them all with a deep sounding hatred, just above their heads on the palace roof.

Bakura found it quite ironic really. After being banned from the Palace, he had vowed never to set foot in it again…and was pleased to see how shocked Atem and that prat Seto were that he had in fact kept to his word. He said he would never set foot in the Palace again…but he could still camp out on top of the Palace, surely?

He turned his head back to the calm people of the empire. "Time to say bye bye to your cosy little nest," he sneered, showing fang like teeth.

A moment passed….

People stopped in the street. A slight wind had started to blow, and a slight whistling sound was heard. Then a great shadow fell upon them all…a great disgusting beast with fangs as sharp as daggers, and horns that shot to the sky. In the crowd, one young girl's eyes widened. "No…Zork!" she whispered. A scream pieced the sky, as the entire crowd fled for their lives. Weaved baskets, half done were cast aside, stalls were knocked over, fruit and crops and jewellery scattered all over the market place. Women were screaming and grasping their children, grown men dashing for the nearest exit. The young girl, Mana, picked up her feet and fled toward the Palace, where Atem and Seto were standing transfixed at this monster.

Meanwhile, inside the great bubble, awaiting her Master's command, Kisara heard disturbed screams and yelling. Gently lifting herself up, she peered outside and into the world which hung underneath her like a giant disk. She saw the beast. She saw Seto in its wake.

She could not bear it.

"SETO SAMA!" Her hands banged against the bubble, begging to be let out. "NO-OOOO! SETO SAMA!" A familiar, dark chuckle behind her caused her hands to stop, mid pound. Her eyes grew wider, her mouth frozen. Her whole body heavy.

Kisara whispered in shock: "B-Bakura?"

"Yes,pretty one," he chuckled again, his smirk widening. He gently reached out and gentle stroked the surface below him where the creature stood, as if it was like a treasured pet. "They will now all pay," he announced dreamily, "for what they did to me."

He smile was now pure evil…dark and mocking. The look in his eyes was that of a madman. Kisara was rigid for a moment, as if the words had slipped from his lips but had not reached her ears.

Then…she flew at him, battering him with her small fists. "No! I cannot let you hurt them!" she screamed, her silver hair in a whirl behind her. She was quick…but Bakura was quicker. He spun round and grabbed her flawing fists, laughing as he did so. "Stupid girl!" he hissed, pinning her arms to her sides.

It was hopeless…she had no power over him to fight him. "B-Bakura, p-please don't do this," she started to sob, tears falling from her eyes. She slowly sunk to the floor, overcome with emotion. "P-Please…I beg of you…." Bakura's hands were still tightly around Kisara's, but his face was now so confused he felt like he could barely speak.

It was then replaced with a amused smirk. "Oh Kisara," he purred, gently kneeling down beside her, "You are like a pretty doll…such a desert flower." Turning her head to his, he moved her hair out of her face…like he had done when he had first met her.

Kisara's eyes were brimming with tears, so beautiful, blue and innocent. Oh…how he wanted her. "You don't have to though with this, Kisara," he purred. He pulled her closer to him, so that her head was resting on his bronzed chest. Bakura's touch sent Kisara into a frenzy…it appeared to weave an enchantment around her, trapping her in his own, isolated world.

Then a voice called her name….out of the blackness. A voice she so sorely remembered.

"Kisara! Lend me the power!" It bought her back to life…ripping out of his arms, she dived though the bubble…taking the form of a large white dragon. Bakura sighed and dusted himself off. Well, this was going to be interesting. Inside, he was slightly troubled…he had not wanted to harm the girl. The agonizing memory of her limp body came back to him…but he pushed it away, like an unwanted fly.

The white dragon was now flaring in front of Seto, posed and ready. Zork lifted its eyes to Kisara…before grinning. The white dragon froze. Those eyes…they…reminded her of….: "Hello, Kisara," the beast smirked. This thing was…was…Bakura. The dragon glanced at Seto with pleading eyes. Kisara's memories rushed backed to the time they had met…

"You wonder why I like gold so much, Kisara? Because it doesn't die, it doesn't go, like all my family did all those years ago."

Seto did not appear to notice the odd stare of the magnificent creature. "Kisara! Come!"

The great dragon closed its eyes and blasted a ball of tremendous, whirling ball of silver light toward Zork, who was grinning from ear to ear. It engulfed them both, as Seto backed away, holding a shaking hand in front of his eyes to shield himself from the light.

Kisara closed her eyes…then felt a over whelming pain overtake her entire body. She groaned and fell, her head hitting the side of the bubble. As she peered into it, her mouth fell open. Zork had her Ka in a death grip, and was close to breaking the creature's neck. Then she recognized the white haired thief that had her in an arm lock. "Traitor," he hissed in her eye, grabbing a handful of silky silver hair and pulling hard. "You betrayed me…so I'll break you slowly….and Seto too."

As his grip tightened on her, so did Zork's grip on the white dragon. "Bakura…I had no choice…" she whispered. "Lair!" he growled, and pain struck her body once more. All the memories of their first meeting came back to her…if the lost, dark look that he had housed in his eyes…and of the soul of his childhood, shattered.

Like hers.

They were the same.

"Bakura, you are so lost," Kisara wept, "I now you have a heart…I have seen it. The one cell of good in you is hidden within the blackness of your soul. But it is not lost!"

Bakura was stunned by her words…before his anger seized him again. "Stupid girl," he hissed, "You have no idea what you are talking about." Crystal tears gently flowed down her pale cheeks, as her Nile eyes closed gently. "Oh…but I think you do know," she whispered, as the white dragon diminished in Zork's hands.

Seto screamed out Kisara's name…begging her to reappear. But Zork took care of that. As Seto collapsed, a ringing laughter filled the courtyard, before ringing in the heavens themselves.

Kisara was falling into darkness….

Suddenly, a voice, mournful and yet so beautiful, sounded out of the darkness…

The world is at an end

Emptiness takes flight

Darkness like you never knew before

In your soul.

Seto was lying on the ground, dirt in his eyes and his face starched.

But he heard it also….

May it be

When darkness falls

We're fly away

May it be

We journey on

To light the day

The night is over calm

We may rise to find the sun.

A young Bakura, stunned and filthy, watches his family meet their awful end.

Then a voice, strong and powerful, stronger then the beast of Zork, came into Kisara's ears…

You're master needs you, Kisara.

It was her family…all around her. Her Nanna's gentle, wrinkled face, her mothers sparkling eyes, and her brother's smile.

We all need you, Kisara.

Kisara opened her eyes, sobs choking her as she got to her feet. Bakura was nowhere to be seen, as she fell, injured, peering out of the bubble onto the unconscious Seto. Sobs choked her once more as she gently touched the place where Seto lay.

"F-Forgive me, SetoSama…why I can I not be more powerful? Why I cannot help you?"

A deep feeling began to fill her chest, spreading across her body and sending a prickling sensation to the ends of her finger tips. A bright light sounded out of her eyes, as her whole body gleamed with a heavenly flow. Her heart…her soul…her mind…all blended together.

To form…Blue eyes ultimate Dragon!

The mighty creature glared into the eyes of Zork, no fear and no hesitation. Zork, for once, showed a hint of concern. He however, was not convinced that this thing could end it for him. He sent a bolt of light at her, but Kisara ducked and flew at him. Claws clashed, as Zork fell back, hissing, but wounded. The creature flew in the air with grace and pride, ready to fulfil its work.

Then…it stopped. Standing there was no longer Zork, but Bakura. He was panting heavily, his chest slashed, a trickle of blood running down his chin. His red coat was ripped beyond repair and his hard, purple eyes never left her face. Kisara, shocked found herself in her human form once more, "What are you waiting for, you Ra damned girl? Do it! Finish me off! I showed no mercy to you." growled Bakura.

Kisara dropped to her knees beside him. "B-Bakura…"

"Do it! Quit the sentiments! Just DO IT!"

"Can you not see that I just can't?" cried the girl, hugging her knees. "I don't know where my loyalties lie. I don't know anything anymore!"

She covered her face with her hands, unable to think, to feel, or to do anything. She knew that whatever happened, Bakura would die. Bakura himself, was stunned, but watched her casually. "How do you see," he quoted, "with all that stuff in your eyes?"

He lent forward and moved her hair out of her eyes, before turning her face to his.

"B-Bakura…" he wrapped his hand around her shoulders and placed her head on her chest. Lifting her lips to his, he pressed his lips harshly against hers. Kisara didn't have time to speak or to protest, but she was knocked back by this kiss, harsh, fiery, a bandits kiss.

Full of want, longing, and brimming with everything he had ever witnessed.

Pain, suffering, a sheer fragment missing from his shattered soul.

As he broke the kiss, he pushed her away, before yelling: "Finish me off, you stupid Baka, before I change my mind!" Kisara, choking on tears, realised she had no choice.

A sheer bolt of power later…it was over.

A wind gently blew the Nile waters, as they lapped against the shore. As the first stars appeared in the night's sky, Priest Seto gently laid Kisara's body on a boat. He lent down and his lips brushed her forehead. "You saved us all," he whispered, "but you cannot save me from everlasting grief."

The stars shone brightly upon Kisara's serene face, bathing her face in moonlight. As the boat drifted off, rocking with the gentle wind, Seto watched it until it was out of sight. Then he caught sight of a figure, tall and cloaked in white. Silver hair swirled around her, as a heavenly light outlined her figure. She raised a hand, slowly but surely. And he could swear that this person was smiling. A voice blew in the wind: "Goodbye Setosama…

Until we meet again once more."

FIN.

BB3: The end! Wow, that is the longest chapter I've ever wrote. I think I'm even considering doing a sequel. Still, thanks to all my reviewers and please R/R!

Cat: Wow…this deserves a double bout of whiskers. Please write if you want a sequel or not! Say no!