"You hold the answer deep within your own mind. Consciously, you've forgotten it. That's the way the human mind works. Whenever something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us to entertain, we reject it. We erase it from our memories. But the imprint is always there."

Akhnadin's monster launched a blast at Seto from its eye. Kisara jumped in front of him and took the blast right in her chest. She fell into his arms letting out a cry.
"No! Kisara!" Seto yelled. "Kisara please wake up!"
She opened her eyes slowly and a faint smile formed on her lips. She raised her hand and caressed his cheek.
"It's not your fault." Her powers abandoned her. She felt herself fading.

Kisara White woke up feeling a horrible pain burning her chest. She tried to get up groaning in pain but she fumbled over her bed sheets and fell down.

Maybe she should've listened to Marik and Ishizu. She slapped herself mentally. Listen to what? That she had to learn to control her 'ka'? To fight the battle against the maniac that wanted to rule the world with her power? The people were insane.

She huddled leaning against her bedroom wall hoping that the pain would go away.

…Can't wash it all away… …Can't wish it all away… …Can't hope it all away… …Can't cry it all away…

Seto carried Kisara's body in his arms, and layed her before the stone tablet with the White Dragon.

"Your spirit now lives within the White Dragon. Kisara…" His tears fell onto her face.

Seto Kaiba forced himself to open his eyes.

He wished there could be a way to wake her up, to erase what happened.

Kaiba clenched his teeth, his eyelids wet.

The pale girl seemed to calm down. The dragon landed on the ground before them. Seto walked to the beast and touched it.

'It can't real… It's all just a mind trick'

"Rest here Kisara. I'll return for you."

Finally, Seto, after a lot of effort, woke up with a gasp. He grasped at the sheets with one hand and brought the other in front of his eyes, pressing his temples, almost scrunching them. He swiftly got up, trying not to lose his balance, still dizzy from sleep. He leaned against the wall in order not to fall down.

He was breathing hard. An angry question was drilling his mind 'Why is this happening to me?'. "Fuck!" he hissed sweeping all objects from his bedside table, hearing them crash satisfied.

The pain that grips you, the fear that binds you releases life in me
In our mutual shame we hide our eyes
To blind them from the truth that finds a way from who we are…

"Dicebant mihi sodales, si sepulchrum amicae visitarem, curas meas aliquantulum fore levatas."
My companions told me I might find some alleviation of my misery in visiting the grave of my beloved.

Ebn Zaiat.

He didn't know for how long he had been walking. He didn't care. He didn't even bother to look around him. His eyes were fixed on the sand he stepped on.

Seto felt like giving up. Give up on everything. His denial, all those thoughts that had been haunting him the past few years, the people that surrounded him all the time. He just wanted to be left alone. He was sick of everyone asking something of him.

He felt miserably tired.

The last time he had felt like that were during the horrible years of his childhood. All that mental abuse –not only by his step-father- had tired him as human. However, he had to continue because of his brother. His whole life he'd been living for that kid. Thus, forgeting to live himself.

And now this shade of a life he'd been living had begun to tire him too.

Please don't be afraid, when the darkness fades away the dawn will break the silence screaming in our hearts

He was there. He let his eyes roam around the place. 'A recently discovered temple shouldn't be guarded?' he raised an eyebrow. He knew who were behind all that. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to make an 'exhibition' of their fairy-tales for him.

His eyes focused on a specific spot. He walked to that place, his hands in his pockets. He could almost see the stone tablet with the carved dragon rising above him…

He kneeled down. He put his hand to the place where her dead body layed once. Was he starting to believe all these stories? he chuckled, half- melancholically, half-ironically, without the slightest contracture of a face muscle.

He had been standing like this for several minutes, when he felt a presence behind him. He didn't even need to turn around to see who it was.

"What are you doing here?" a female voice broke the silence.

He didn't answer immediately. He slowly got up and looked at her. "I could ask you the same thing."

Kisara didn't expect him to actually answer her. She thought that he possibly would snap something rude and leave with his arrogant manner. But instead he had an unidentifiable expression on his face and spoke to her with an unusally quiet tone.

Now, it was she that couldn't find anything to say to him. He waited a few seconds and passed by her. She didn't want to end their meeting like this.

My love for you still grows. This I do for you, before I try to fight the truth my final time

"This is the place." she said in an unstable, almost trembling, voice. "Isn't it?"

Seto stopped walking and looked at the girl frowning. "What place?"

"The place where the tablet that absorbed the white dragon stood."

"What are you trying to tell me?"

"Nothing you don't already know."

"You're wasting your time if you think you're going to make me consider for a second that the hocus pocus your friends go around and preach are real. So drop the act."

"We're supposed to try and be real. And I feel alone, and we're not together. And that is real."

"They're not my friends. And I don't believe these stories, either."

"Then why did you referred to that tablet?"

"I don't know. What are you doing here, again?" she said with a tinge of irony, turning around to face him. "I guess you came to see if there are any hologram projectors, or… what, hallucinogen gases or something?"

"Cut the irony. I've been in stranger situations with your friends and nothing they ever showed me was enough to persuade me."

"I didn't say that I believe them, ok? I know it's crazy."

They stood there, avoiding each other's gaze. "Seto…" Kisara spoke tiredly. She sighed and decided to speak. "The same thing happened that night you said you were attacked. When you brought me to your house."

Seto exhaled uncomfortably turning his head away. "Why don't you all leave me alone?" he hissed and walked to a column, banging his hand on it enraged.

"Don't do thtat." She scolded him.

"If I remember correctly, -and I do- you told me then that you wanted us to talk about something. It was about that incident that night, am I right?" she continued.

Seeing that the man didn't make a move that suggested he was paying attention to what she said she felt disppointed. "Aren't you going to say something?"

Seto didn't like the way this conversation was taking, but he wanted to see where she'd conclude. He sat between two columns leaning against one.

Kisara walked there and stared at him. She wondered if she had come to feel for him because of these visions, because of some destiny that bound them together.

No. She knew that it was because he was the only person to have ever stood up for her. A move that was against his arrogant and indifferent pose. She felt that he somehow understood her, and she understood him. They were alike in a way. They were both alone, they had both been through difficult times. They had experienced rejection. They were alone because of that. Their pose was just a defence against the world.

She sat there too, opposite him, leaving her legs hanging from the edge of the building, leaning her head sideways on the column next to her.

Seto was sitting in such a way that he was facing her but tried to avoid looking at her. They were both looking at the nightly landscape.

Kisara decided to be honest. "I had a vision about this place. That's why I came here." She sighed: "At the end of the vision I died. I always do." She finished nonchalantly and somewhat cynically.

Seto remembered the how he'd woken up a few hours ago. Had they seen the same dream? He wanted to believe her. Should he tell her that he was going through the same things? After all, he couldn't deny their existence. These visions were always there, on the back of his mind, ready to pass before his eyes.

He observed her with the corner of his eye. She was really beautiful as she looked melancholically at the sky. The dim moonlight made her white hair and pale skin glow.

…Can't wash it all away… …Can't wish it all away… …Can't cry it all away… …Can't scratch it all away…

"I had… visions like that too." He spoke in his usual tone, not believing he heard himself actually saying that. "But I think it's only a mind trick they made me go through. That's all. It's not like it's pleasant or anything." He tried to justify himself- for what he didn't know though. He knew she was looking at him and he tried to keep his gaze steady. For a strange reason, everytime he felt her eyes on him he felt like trembling. It was like she could see right through him, like she knew what he was thinking at any time.

"I'm scared." She stated expressionlessly.

"Of what?" He winced slightly.

"Ishizu and Marik insist that we are threatened by… possibly by the men that attacked you that night. They said they'll help us fight them... him."

"Him?"

She took her time to answer. "They say he is the man that kills me in these visions."

She heard him chuckle ironically and murmur something like 'this is ridiculous'. "And how exactly he does that?" He asked trying to look indifferent, his curiosity eating him.

"First, he…" she hesitated "…makes a circle around the neck of the dragon and he vanishes it in the stone …"

Seto blinked. How could she know that? There was no one with him when he witnessed the murder.

Everything started to become clear. That maniac was trying to… 'Damn.' Could he be trying to put the millenium eye to Seto? And the dagger. It must've been the rod. Let alone the fact he was calling him 'son'. Seto's eyes were wide at what he had just realised. Maybe there was some truth in what Ishizu had told him. It must all be a conspiracy. But he still couldn't figure out a motivation. Lost in is thoughts, the next thing he realised was a warmth on his shoulder. His breath was cought.

Kisara had leaned her head on him. She didn't know where all that courage came from, being the shy and inapproachable girl she always was. She had never made such a move towards someone. But something about the man next to her made her wanting to be with him, touch him.

The night was chilly and she enjoyed the heat coming from his body. He hadn't made a move to get her off him. He didn't move at all. She moved her head lower, above his heart. She couldn't help but smile against the fabric of his cloth. It was racing.

Lying beside you, listening to you breathe
The life that flows inside of you burns inside of me

Seto, after the first shock, was simply trying to breath quietly. That was totally unexpected. It wasn't like he hadn't been with a girl before, but it was probably the first time he felt like this.

He stayed there realising and finally admitting some feeelings that had been inside him all along. He hated himself for not being able to respond as any other person would.

Kisara was happy in her new-found spirit. She had, probably for the first time in her life, expressed her thoughts and feelings. And she was confident that they were mutual.

Memories of her visions overwhelmed her once more. She remembered how she'd felt when she was near him in her dreams. Tears filled her eyes. She wasn't sure she'd have the strength to protect him, as she had countless times done in that shadow world. But then what about that creature that she had seen earlier that day?

She was so confused. Together they'd be able to cope with all that, there was no doubt about this.

Hold and speak to me of love without a sound
Tell me you will live through this and I will die for you
Cast me not away, say you'll be with me
For I know I cannot bear it all alone

Seto suddenly moved, slowly pushing her away. She was dumbfounded. He got up.


"You're not alone. Never... Never."

…Can't fight it all away… …Can't hope it all away… …Can't scream it all away… …It just won't fade away, no…

Author's note: Oookay. I'd really like to read an opinion about this. Like it? Hate it?

Forgive me that once more I made a stupid song fic, I guess I screwed it up but I couldn't help it. Again, for any corrections/suggestions pm me.

Song is Understanding by Evanescence.