They reappeared in the foyer of Kaiba's mansion, he neatly in balance, she dizzily.
"I'll call a limo." He said, and picked up his cell phone. She stood in silence while he punched numbers into the keypad and held it to his ear. When he hung up, he led the way outside. She wondered how any limo driver could ever get ready so fast, but then again, they were in the employment of Kaiba. As she got into the fancy car, she began to ask herself if she was right to believe these people.
"Was I naïve?" she thought silently, "Should I have trusted them?"
"In magic there is a very fine line between trust any being naïve, you have to learn to trust your instincts."
"And if my instincts are wrong?"
"As you learn, you will know what to trust and what not to trust."
"It seems so unreal."
"It is unreal. It's magic."
Serenity was gradually clocking onto the fact that it was not her conscience that was answering these questions. She began to mentally panic, and asked another question;
"Hello?"
"Hello, Serenity,"
"Who are you?"
"My name is Kisara."
"What are you doing inside my head?"
"I'm your yami, of course." Serenity almost paled at this, and looking at Kaiba, who also appeared to be in a world of his own, noticed the same confusion written frankly on his face. Something – presumably from Kisara – hit her heart, and being an empath, she felt it badly. Sorrow. Pain. Lost love. She asked her yami what it was, but got no answer, for Kisara's spirits had suddenly lightened and been uplifted. She found that this was also affecting her, and she noticed her heart beating faster. She looked at Kaiba, who had apparently come out of his daydream and was looking at her in the same way. Both of them tried to fight their yamis, but they were unsuccessful, and both of them were forced into their soul rooms, the doors locked. They yelled at Seth and Kisara, but they took little notice.
"Kisara?" said Seth uncertainly. He was sure that after millennia of existing in pain, it was impossible that something this good should happen.
"Seth?" she asked in the same tone. They stared a little more, but did not hesitate more in wrapping their arms around each other. Kisara buried her face in his robes and began to sob, while he his in her pale hair.
"I can't believe it." He whispered to her. The pain that had made his existence more painful than that of a demon burning in Purgatory was now fading into the sensation of true love. He heard his hikari yelling explicit threats at him, and smirked to himself. He had just had a wicked idea.
"Kisara, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked slyly, pulling away so he could see her face.
"I do believe I am." She replied, giving a moment to listen to her hikari's mind-blowing attempts. She and Seth had lost themselves in the other's eyes again, and the gap between them was closing. Their eyes slipped shut and their heads swam. Seth wrapped his arms around her waist and felt her hands travel up his back and rest on his muscular shoulders. Then, regretfully, they let their hikari's out of their soul rooms.
Kaiba and Serenity drifted back into physical consciousness, both slightly dazed and dizzy. Once their heads cleared, they realised that they were in each other's arms; lips locked, eyes sealed shut. They pulled back immediately, but their arms remained wrapped loosely around each other.
"Wha?" said Kaiba, hearing Seth snickering in the back of his mind.
"Seth, what are you doing?"
"Snickering."
"What the hell did you think you were doing!"
"Being me."
"What's so funny?"
"The fact that your fate is now sealed."
"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"
While Kaiba continued to yell at Seth, Serenity was trying to interrogate Kisara:
"Kisara? What are you doing?" … no answer. Kisara was too busy giggling.
"Sorry, couldn't resist." She said between lurches.
"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!"
"I love Seth, hikari."
"Seth?"
"Your friend's yami."
Oh great. She thought.
"I heard that!" Kisara snapped.
"You love him? Truly?"
"Yes." Said Kisara, mentally biting her lip, "Our destinies were entwined, but they were never fulfilled. You have a chance to live that destiny."
"What?"
"You and he are destined for each other."
"NO WAY! Seto Kaiba? Uh uh, not in a million years!"
"You'd e surprised actually. Seth and I set you up – no pun intended, sorry – and although you pulled back, you haven't let go, and neither has he." Serenity observed that Kisara was right. Her hands were still resting on his shoulders, and his arms were still loosely wrapped around her waist. She felt so safe there…
Back with Kaiba's conversation, Seth was telling him the same thing. He mentally scolded his yami, but his arms had locked themselves in place, and he couldn't move them. At that point both yamis ceased to answer any questions, and when the hikaris found that they weren't getting any response, they snapped back into the fact that they had become closer since pulling back. They found themselves looking deeply into each other's eyes, and when they tried to say something, nothing came out. The gap was getting smaller… smaller… smaller… until their mouths connected again. A feeling of growing pleasure swept over them. Pleasure became bliss. Kaiba pulled her closer, and the two remained, until the limo drew to a halt.