Hello! Here's the next chapter. It's more blueshipping, if anything.

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Chapter 3 – New

Kisara awoke with sore limbs. She tried to convince herself it was for the better. 'No pain, no gain,' she thought to herself. But when she tried moving, she was stalled by immediate pain. Not wanting the shock to continue pulsating through her body, she gave up on the idea of movement.

"Ugh," she groaned.

"Glad to see you're awake," a voice state, startling her. Her body, despite knowing she was sore, jerked at the voice, causing sparks of pain to attack in numerous areas.

"Ughhh…" Kisara groaned again.

"Is there anything you want to eat or drink?" the voice asked, coming closer.

Kisara forced her eyes open. It was Seto. She felt a sudden relief.

The bed sheets were silky, comfortable. This was obviously not her home. Looking around a little more, she managed to conceive a computer resting on a desk behind Seto. It seemed to be turned on. Next to the computer was a wooden door painted over with white. There was a window to the left in which the moonlight attempted to creep in. Kisara squinted to see two matching side tables on either side of the bed. Across from her was a larger door, also wooden.

Her eyes came back to Seto's stare. Her insides churned. She cringed a little; it was convulsive. 'I hope he didn't notice that…' she thought, getting nervous. She then realized she hadn't answered his question yet.

Stammering, she said, "No. I'm okay, thank you."

His eyes seemed to be probing her thoughts, trying to substantiate a lie. Seto squinted at her, skeptical. Blushing under his stare, Kisara looked away.

He waited towards the left side of the bed, the side nearest the window, and stopped in front of the side table. Bending over a bit, he turned a lamp on. Kisara blinked numerous times, trying to get her eyes to focus and adjust to the sudden brightness.

Seto sat on the bed, not facing Kisara. He seemed to be contemplating something. His gaze was towards the outside world portrayed by the window. His elbows on his knees, his shoulders were slumped.

Kisara looked at Seto, trying to figure out what was wrong. She lifted her left arm and reached for him. Before her fingers touched his back, Seto sighed.

"Why did Bakura attack you?" Seto asked, almost apathetically.

"…Bakura?"

"The guy who tried to steal this," Seto answered, holding up the Ancient Egyptian Spell book high enough so she could see it. Kisara opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

"Are you going to explain?" He asked. His tone wasn't angry, nor was it curious.

"That book. He wanted the book," she finally choked out.

"I noticed. How did he know you had it? From what you've said, it seems as though you don't even know him."

"I don't," she answered. It felt like a confession. "I suppose…he saw me using the book."

"What does it do exactly?" Kaiba asked. He still had his back turned to her. She bit her lip, fearing that she had angered him. 'He won't like me anymore if he finds out that I'm a Magical. No. He must already know that. He won't like me anymore if I admit that I am a Magical. But…but he'll hate me more if I lie to him,' Kisara held her breath, 'I hate dilemmas.'

"Seto…I'm afraid you won't like me anymore if I tell you what I am," getting up from the bed, she ignored the pains screaming at her body.

Kaiba stayed silent. He too was having an inner conflict of his own. 'Would I hate her?' he asked himself repeatedly. He couldn't find an answer.

"Thank you for all your help," Kisara said, interrupting his thought process. She reached for the doorknob on the smaller door.

"Kisara," Seto said. She stopped in her tracks. "I had your entire house renovated entirely for your safety."

She turned to look at him, and he got up and turned to look at her. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a white card, containing just a barcode. He walked over to her and put the card in her hand. She looked at it curiously.

"There'll be a scanner next to your house's doorknob. Use that to unlock the door. Think of the card as a key. And if someone happens to break in again, the police, F.B.I., S.W.A.T., you name it, will be there."

Kisara stared at him with an astonished expression on her face. "I can't pay for all this."

"You don't need to," Seto said. It sounded like "I paid for it already" to Kisara's ears.

"No! I won't take it!" She resisted.

Seto stepped forward, causing her to take a step back. He did it again, and she was up against the door. Leaning towards her, he watched as she cringed again. She closed her eyes as if to deny what was happening. Seto smirked. He put the book in her hands.

"I think you will," he said, reaching for the doorknob, gently pushing Kisara aside. He left her in the room all alone to blush and gawk and cringe.

Snapping out of her fantasies, Kisara left the room. She looked for the front door, which took a while considering Seto Kaiba's mansion was no joke when it came to excessiveness.

When Kisara got inside her house, after using the card to get herself in, she nearly died of shock.

"He didn't mention anything about all this furniture!" she gasped. Her living room was no longer empty. Right before her eyes were two large couches, a television set, and a coffee table right in the middle of the room. In her kitchen, a small narrow table was at the center.

She sighed, 'Well at least he didn't do much to my kitchen. Speaking of kitchen, I'm kind of hungry. I'll make some ramen..'

Opening a cabinet, she froze. She was getting irritated with this, so much so that she forgot that she was hungry. All her junk food was gone and replaced with luxurious and expensive food! She rushed to her refrigerator. It was full of fine wine, juices, milk, produce, poultry, etc.

She was almost afraid to go into her room. Carefully, as if she was walking into a trap, Kisara walked down the hall and peered in her bedroom. The lumpy bed she loved was replaced with an enormous one, similar to the one in Seto's mansion. The dent Bakura made on the floor was gone, or fixed rather. There was a desk with a matching chair next to the window Bakura had escaped from. Of course the window was fixed as well.

'What is that?' Kisara asked, squinting next to the window's latch. There was a tiny metal button on the wall. It read 'For Emergencies Only'.

"Well, he did say 'entirely for my safety'," Kisara sighed.

Even though she told herself to learn some healing spells today, she was too tired…and sore. She put off the lesson plan for tomorrow.

Putting her spellbook under numerous fluffy pillows, Kisara laid on the her bed and fell fast asleep.

Bakura sat on his Hikari's bed contemplating on what happened last night. He could have killed her. It was as simple as that. 'But why didn't I?!' he yelled at himself.

Frustrated, he murmured, "Screw it. I don't need that spellbook. It's not worth this."

Still kicking himself for being weak, he decided to go duel a bit. Someone else's agony might bring him some relief.

'Bakura-sama,' Ryou's voice intervened.

'What is it?' Bakura answered flatly, wondering how Ryou got enough control over their mind to actually be speaking…thinking.

'That girl. Who is she?' Ryou asked innocently. He wasn't "aware" of what had happened until Bakura recently filled their head with the image of a pale girl. She had long white hair and was blushing.

'Just a wench.' Bakura answered.

'Then why…are you…er…we…in love with her?'

I hope you liked it! ^^

By the way, how do you think Bakura and Kisara should meet again?