Summary: Kisara is a beautiful dancer in a temple. Ryou is her sweet heart from childhood. Seto, a mysterious presence that stalks Kisara. Has some PTO themes. Don't own Yugioh. Please R/R.
Blue eyes though the mist:
Kisara swirled around, getting ready for her big finish. Scores of laughing faces surrounded her, as her movements became more graphic, more prosperous as she leapt to her final twirl. Her eyes caught Ryou's, who waved in her direction. He could hardly believe that this girl….this beautiful, gentle girl was going to be his in no less then 2 months.
Kisara felt truly at home in these well furnished walls. The room was hung with beautiful tapestries, rugs from the very ends of eastern Asia itself. Woven by hand, it was certainly a mind boggling thought that the hands of man could create such master pieces.
Kisara's eyes travelled to the detailed paintings, her eyes coming to rest on what seemed a human figure on a balcony nearby
Blue eyes, cold and dangerous, appeared to have focused on her. They seemed to take her out of her body, so that she was dancing in the very heavens themselves. The figure beckoned to her, and she felt a part of her very soul fly into his arms.
Ryou heard a sharp intake of breath of the crowd, as Kisara paused, her arms lifted in mid air. She opened her mouth to speak….then she collapsed.
BB3: This isn't the best I can do because its late, and I'm tired. I'm feeling a bit down because I was flamed for a fic I just posted today. Still, happy thoughts. Please R/R. Also, I know its short.
Cat: Do it for her this once….It'll cheer her up no end.