Hello! Here's the second chapter! These chapters were a lot shorter, so I decided to just stack them atop each other! ^^

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Love is Death

Chapter 2 – Break

Kisara was beat. She felt drained of all her strength, physically and mentally. Learning spells was difficult, much more difficult than she had fathomed. Today she mastered only 3 of the multifarious multiplicity of ice-based spells within the book. She made it a goal to learn 4 healing-based spells tomorrow.

After taking a shower, and brushing her teeth, Kisara went to bed, pushing the spellbook under her pillow. She smiled, excited to learn more. She turned off the lamp that sat on a small wooden table adjacent to her bed, and closed her eyes.

Outside, Bakura was waiting, watching. The lights turned off in the girl's bedroom. That indicated to him that the time to go in was drawing near. He smirked.

After an hour or so, Bakura decided it was time. The girl had to be asleep by now.

He headed to the front door, reached for the doorknob and turned it. To his disbelief, it was unlocked. '…This girl is making things too easy for me,' Bakura thought, almost spitefully, 'Well I shouldn't complain. That book is worth anything.'

After coming into the small house, Bakura looked around. To the right was the kitchen. To the left was the living room – if you could even call it that. Her house was barely furnished. It became obvious to him that the book would be in her room.

Straight ahead was a hall, two doors were built on either side. One door was ajar. Peering thought the crack, Bakura found it to be the bathroom. The other door was her bedroom. He had seen her go inside after taking a shower and turn the lights off.

Carefully, he turned the door knob. He sneaked in quietly, trying to lower how frequently he inhaled. Looking around, Bakura noticed the girl's face was fidgeting. He walked to her bedside, examining her face. She was crying.

'…This girl is pathetic,' Bakura thought in disgust.

A brown triangle shape stuck out from under her pillow. It was obviously the book's corner. 'Bingo,' Bakura thought, 'But how do I get her to move without waking her? Perhaps I could slip it right out. It's been easy so far…'

His long pale fingers grabbed the book corner, dragging it towards him little by little.

Blue eyes shot open. He froze.

Kisara, after grabbing Bakura's arm tightly, instinctively casted a spell. Her hand started to glow a light blue, freezing his arm. Bakura wasn't expecting this. He watched in annoyance as his arm was swallowed by numerous blocks of ice.

"What are you doing here? Who are you?" Kisara asked in a low voice. Her stare was icy cold.

Despite his current position, Bakura answered, "Now, my dear, I don't believe that's any of your business."

"Argh!" Kisara, using all of her wight, pushed the intruder back. Bakura landed with a 'THUMP' on the floor, with Kisara sitting on his chest.

"Now, now. Let's not get frisky," Bakura teased, looking between her legs. She was only wearing an oversized T-shirt and underwear.

Screaming in embarrassment, she slapped him. Releasing his arm, she tried to get up to cover herself with her arms. Bakura used this time to grab a hold of her with his good arm, and force her down on the floor, now assuming the same position she was in a second ago.

With his one hand he attempted to choke her, his fingers gripping her soft neck. This was certainly not one of his better ideas for she grabbed his god arm and started the freezing process yet again. Instinct told Bakura to let her neck go, so he did.

She jumped out from under him and swiftly maneuvered behind him. He was on his knees, so she had to bend over a little to put her arms around his pale neck in a chokehold.

Bakura, unable to use his frozen-over hands, flailed his arms up then down, hitting the floor hard. He had made a dent, but his hands were now free. The impact had broken the ice off. Trying to twist his body to face Kisara and push her away, he accidentally grabbed her left breast.

Kisara gasped, releasing him to put her arms across her chest in a protective manner. Bakura paused. She looked at him with terrified crystal eyes, and even in the dead of night, he saw her cheeks burn red.

The pale skin, the rosy cheeks, the blue eyes, the long white hair all made Bakura stop breathing.

'She's…gorgeous.' Not knowing what to do at this point, Bakura turned to the bed, grabbed the spellbook, and made a run for it. He was about to get to the hallway when he heard Kisara scream and a wall of ice rose to block his path.

He turned to face Kisara. She was obviously not going to give up. 'How stubborn,' Bakura thought. He couldn't help but smirk at the challenge.

"This'll be amusing," he said tauntingly.

The next thing Bakura knew was that he was against the wall of ice. He also realized that the left side of his face was hurting. A lot. Kisara had punched him with a solid, frozen fist.

He stared at her in disbelief, until he noticed that she was panting heavily. Her legs wiggled a bit under her weight. 'She's run out of stamina,' Bakura thought, '…she must be new to spellcasting. How cute.'

Just as Bakura thought things were in his favor, he heard someone kick down the front door. He cursed under his breath.

"Kisara!" Bakura heard an all too familiar voice call.

"No. Not him," Bakura spat, looking back at Kisara. She smirked at him, apprehending his fear. And she fell to the floor; along with her, the wall melted.

Sapphire eyes came running in the bedroom. Quickly assessing what had happened in the room, the brunette grabbed Bakura by the collar, lifting.

"What have you done?!" he yelled.

"Nice to see you too, Kaiba."

"Cut the bull shit."

"Now why would I cut apart feces?" Bakura said innocently.

Angered, Seto Kaiba flung the pale man across the room, after grabbing the spellbook away. Running to Kisara, Seto helped her sit up. He heard Bakura's evil laugh, followed by shattering glass.

The weakened girl looked towards her now broken window. 'He escaped,' she thought and cursed. Her crystal eyes met deep blue ones. She couldn't help but feel her heart beat skip.

Swallowing, she said, "Seto…how?"

"I felt it. I felt you calling for help, so I came as quickly as I could," he answered. Kisara looked down at her feet. They were standing now. He was supporting her by having his left arm around her back. His right hand firmly, yet gently gripped her left arm.

"Hmmm…that's certainly…nice," she said, falling asleep in Seto's arms.

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