Burnshipping (Kisara/Set/Thief King Bakura)

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"Oh, I'm sorry—am I interrupting something?"

Set swore, struggling to a sitting position as Kisara gasped beside him, her eyes flying open. Set blinked through thick, bleary eyes, swearing mentally—he had been snuck up on. He had—oh god, the man was standing right there in the frame of his balcony, if he hadn't said anything he could have slit both of their throats—

Set pulled himself up and over Kisara, covering her with his body, and the thief laughed. He threw his head back against the moon, shaking where he leaned against the wall so casually he might have been at the market square waiting for someone.

"How precious," he said. "You don't have to get all riled on my account, dear priest."

"Set," Kisara whispered, and he put his hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her. He could feel a faint tremble under his fingers, her cool skin shivering.

"Don't move," he whispered back. "What are you doing here, Bakura?"

"I heard rumors that the great, unaffected Priest Set had a secret woman in his bed, and I wanted to see if they were true," Bakura said. "Looks like I was right."

"You're not here for that, don't fuck with me," Set hissed.

Bakura laughed again, lazily taking a step into the room. Set's diadhank was—on the table behind him. If he went for it...he'd leave Kisara unprotected. What could he do?

"No, that's why I'm here," he said. "I like to know about my enemies weak points, after all..."

Set's hands clenched into the bed on either side of Kisara's head. His shoulder dropped a bit on the side closest to Bakura. If Bakura attacked, he could at least catch it on him and not on Kisara.

Beneath him, the air suddenly got thick and he gasped, the air crackling against his skin. His eyes flashed from Bakura to Kisara.

She was glowing softly, her hair pulsing with power that ran down to the tips of her hair.

"He's an enemy, right?" she said, looking at him, and Set felt his heart go into his throat with shock.

Bakura froze too, his eyes wide.

And then, in one fluid motion, Kisara flipped Set down underneath her, their positions switched, and raised up one glowing hand—and lightning coursed from her fingertups, crackling across the ground and leaving burns on the floor and walls and making Bakura swear, staggering back as the electricity leaped down his arms. The room flashed so brightly that for a moment, Set couldn't see.

When his vision returned, the thief was gone.

Kisara slowly dropped her hand back down. Her hair slid over her shoulders as her eyes dropped back to Set.

"Go back to sleep," she said, tracing her fingers against his cheek. "He won't come back again."

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A/N: I just want Kisara to be cool, that's all. Next is Bugshipping (Yugi x Haga).