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Love is Death

Chapter 4 – In

Kisara needed to work in order to pay the bills, just like everyone else. She was a secretary for some big shot lawyer who was too tan from playing too much golf. Despite dealing with her picky, obnoxious higher ups, Kisara loved being a secretary. She liked having everything in order: the files, the e-mails from angry clients, the appointments, the phone calls.

After her mother died, Kisara legally became an adult despite her age. She was 15 years old when her mother died. She was 17 now. She didn't continue school because she had to support herself. But that was fine with her because she had many friends in the work area.

Once Kisara was settled behind her nice white desk, she began writing down appointment dates and reading emails. Tea walked to the desk and leaned forward, smiling.

Tea was a part time worker. If she wasn't at work, she was either at school or enjoying herself. She was a brunette with blue eyes. Her eyes weren't as stunning as Kisara's and not as intense as Seto's.

"Hey Kisara!" Tea said. She had a very feminine voice.

"Hey. What are you smiling about?" Kisara asked, confused.

"Got some last night?" Tea asked. Kisara heard the real meaning.

"What?!" Kisara laughed, lifting an eyebrow. She still didn't understand where Tea got that idea.

"Your neck! It looks bruised. Who's the lucky guy, eh?" Tea teased. Kisara froze, looking at her short haired friend with large, scared eyes. Kisara's finger instinctively grazed the skin on her neck.

"Kisara?"

"I've got to go to the bathroom, sorry," Kisara explained, rushing to the nearest bathroom. 'Thank god no one's here', she thought after looking through each of the stalls.

Looking into the mirror, Kisara bit her lip. You could see the bruises. They formed the shape of a hand around her neck.

"Scarf? Make up?" she asked herself, trying to find solutions that would fix the dark shadows that played along her neck. 'I don't own scarves or make up…' Her hand went back up to her neck. Apparently her hand was smaller than Bakura's.

Then it stuck her. She could heal for crying out loud. She scolded herself for being so foolish and slow. Walking briskly into a stall to ensure maximum privacy, Kisara focused a purple glow out of her right hand. Tracing the bruises on her neck, she healed herself, casting out all the dark areas. She heard the door open. Kisara held her breath. She flushed the toilet to give the impression that she was actually using the bathroom.

She walked out of the stall. Another person came in. The two exchanged smiles and Kisara looked at the mirror yet again. The bruises were completely gone; the spell worked! Almost giddily, she left the bathroom and resumed her work.

During Kisara's lunch break, she sat next to Tea in the cafeteria, as usual. After a while of chatting, Tea noticed Kisara's neck.

"How'd you get rid of it? Make up?" Tea asked.

"Uh…yeah," Kisara laughed uneasily. Wanting to change the subject, she added quickly, "How's high school?"

That got Tea distracted enough. "Oh, fantastic. So much drama."

"How so?" Kisara asked curiously.

"Well Yugi's been ating pretty weird lately. He wouldn't talk all day yesterday, and for some reason he'll blush out of the blue! And Joey's…well…he's being Joey. Tristan and Duke are still crushing on Serenity. Everyday it's always, "I'm gonna win her over today!" or "Serenity loves me more!" Tea said rolling her eyes. She sighed. Kisara laughed.

"I'm glad I don't have to deal with high school drama," Kisara said, sipping on her drink.

"Yeah, but it seems you have your own. You never mentioned who the lucky guy is," Tea pushed for the answer. Kisara tried looking for a way out. Tea didn't leave any paths open. Tea stared at Kisara with intent blue eyes.

"It was…uhh…" Kisara searched for anything that would inspire an answer. She looked at Tea's bag. There was a rectangular outline that popped out. It was a Duel Monsters deck. "It was Seto Kaiba," Kisara blurted out. 'Awww, shi-…er…Awww, darn.'

Tea sat there gawking at her white haired friend. Ever so slowly, Tea's mouth tugged at the corners, developing into a huge grin.

"Uh…Tea?" Kisara asked, fearing what the smile meant.

"SETO KAIBA?!" Tea screamed, "Him? Really?" She broke down laughing. After a few minutes, Kisara started getting annoyed. Tea tried to stop numerous times, but to no avail. Kisara put away her lunch.

"I'll talk to you later," Kisara said flatly, leaving her insane friend laughing by herself in the cafeteria.

Behind her desk, Kisara stared at the blank computer screen, trying to figure out what to do next. Tea was a gossiper. The word about her "relationship" with Seto would be all around town by the end of the day. Would she allow the gossip to get to his ears without explaining to him what had happened first? 'I guess I have no choice…' Kisara thought before reaching for the telephone.

"Hello?"

"We need to talk. When are you available?"

"Next week."

"…Well we're meeting today," Kisara said rather forcefully.

"Excuse me?"

"I'll be over in 10 minutes."

Seto Kaiba was sitting behind his big desk, holding a phone and listening to the dead end. He was in a bit of shock. The person who called had abruptly set up a meeting with him today and hung up. He felt a bit disappointed, if anything, at the woman who had called. Yet something told him to go ahead and prepare for their meeting.

Seto hung up the phone and picked it up again, dialing a number.

"Yes, Mister Kaiba?" a husky, polite and elderly voice answered.

"Have all my appointments for the rest of the day cancelled," Seto said.

"As you wish," the assistant replied.

"And…have Mokuba busy for an hour or so. Take him to a movie or something," Seto said, wanting to make sure his little brother wouldn't barge in during this meeting. 'No. This meeting is too important.'

"Yes, sir."

"Very well then, Seto said, hanging up the phone. The young CEO organized the papers on his oak wood desk. He didn't want to seem messy to his guest.

There was a knock on the door. 'That must be her,' Seto thought.

"Come in," he called.

Seto had never seen Kisara so nervous…and reckless. She came in, kicked the door closed behind her and almost ran to the only available leather chair that was placed directly across Seto's. She was panting and her hair was wind blown. She sat down.

Kisara, realizing she had been completely rude, bowed her head, saying, "My apologies for the abrupt meeting and rudeness."

Seto waited for her explanation.

"We…have a problem," Kisara started, leaning in towards the desk.

"We?" Seto asked, leaning back against his much larger leather chair. He cocked an eyebrow.

Kisara proceeded telling Seto about her neck bruises and how Tea noticed him. She told him all about how Tea had thought the bruises were hickeys. She explained very carefully that Tea pressured her into giving an answer, and how she blurted out his name. She even told him why his name popped up in her head.

"I didn't want to tell her Bakura chocked me. I'm doubtful she even knows who that is, and I don't want her thinking someone's out to get me," Kisara said. She was breathless once she was finished.

And during all that, Seto remained expressionless. 'Does he even care?' Kisara asked herself, '…I hope he doesn't notice the bruises are gone.'

"Well, frist of all, Tea does, in fact, know Bakura. We all went to the same high school. Well, technically they still go to the same high school," Seto said, after a long pause, "And secondly, what do you propose we do?" He folded his hands on the table and looked straight at her.

Kisara winced at his most direct stare. She looked away, blushing. She stared at the book cases to her left as she bit her lip. She could still feel his eyes on her. Sweat dampened her forehead.

Seto sat there calmly. He was slightly amused at how she nervously fidgeted before giving an answer.

"Well…we could pretend to be dating," then Kisara added quickly, "Or pretend we broke up or something." She looked at the still expressionless brunette.

"How about we date?" he suggested. She froze. She repeated the words that had come out of Seto's mouth in her head, 'How. About. We. Date.' Her eyebrows moved closer together; she looked like she was trying to solve a math problem.

"You mean pretend to date?" Kisara asked, not understanding what Kaiba was getting at.

"No. I mean date. For real," Seto answered, his lean torso leaning towards the table.

"Uh…I…if you want to," Kisara replied, still stunned.

"I'll pick you up at eight."

"Uhm, sure. Don't you think you're rushing things though?" Kisara asked, "I'm still a bit in shock after all." She tried laughing it off.

"You were pretty abrupt about this meeting. I think we'll be pretty even if you accept the date," Seto remarked, smirking. Kisara blushed, staring into his stunning sapphire eyes.

"I'll be ready by then," Kisara said, remembering her lunch hour was about to expire. She needed to get back to work. Getting up from the brown leather chair, she walked to the door. She was still a little confused. She thought, 'What did I just agree to?'

"Kisara," Seto called. She stopped, not turning to look at him. "Where are the bruises on your neck?"

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