This is the fifth instalment of "Blue Eyes Though the Mist." This chapter is dedicated to Aliccia, for she is new to Fanfiction net, and she sent me a lovely E-mail! Thanks peps, and she helped me update so soon.

In the Dark arms:

Ryou felt the heavy weight of Kisara draped around his body. She appeared drugged by some spell, her eyelids were half closed, and she was breathing deeply as if in sleep.

"Kisara!" Ryou shook her, out of fear that she might be stuck in this current state forever.

Kisara's eyes snapped open, and she stared with fright into the eyes of her lover.

"Ryou! I…was…so…" her voice trailed off as she burst into tears, as Ryou embraced her. The shock of what had happened, along with the horror that she had been so entranced, still heaved her heart, and she needed comfort.

The creaking of the old oak door made Ryou look up. Isis was watching the two of them, shaking her head sadly. Beckoning to Ryou to lead the weeping Kisara to her room, Isis exited to meet Ryou in her private domain.

Ryou paced the floor, fearing for his love, not to mention his own sanity. Isis glanced at him, before sinking into an old wooden chair that had seen better days.

"Kisara is starting to fall into his grasp. This is their first meeting, so hopefully we can provoke Kisara to forget about him." Isis hooked a white lock behind her ear.

"This, of course would just make him angrier."

"But Isis, I want to stop him now!" Ryou thumped his fist down on the table, making a small clay cup topple. "When I opened the door, the whole room was in blackness. I saw Kisara dancing, and then I saw that thing. It was behind her, lulling her into a false sense of security. I wish to find this thing and kill it! But where do I start?"

In the cool moonlight, Isis looked up. Her face had taken up a type of transformatoin,her eyes were hard, her lips prused together,her face stern. "You need rest. Yes, there is a way, but it is far too horrible to talk about. Get rest, and let us not speak of this again."

With that she swept out of the room, ignoring poor Ryou who was trying to make sense of her sudden change in attitude.

Kisara rolled over in her sleep, tormented by dreams and images.

"Kisara….."

The outline of Seto beckoned to her, smiling at her from the darkness.

"The light is so cold, Kisara. The dark is warm, my arms are warm. Your Masters arms are warm, soothing and safe….."

Kisara felt her feet move, but she couldn't fight it. She wanted to go to Seto, and her voice spoke:

"Yes, Master."

The longing in her heart to go back into the light diminished, as she felt Seto's arms enclose around her.

"You are in the Dark arms now, my little dancer."

BB3: And it gets weirder. Thanks Aliccia! Please R/R, Peps!

Cat: And I would really like it if all of you would buy me a tin of whiskers….