Warning! This chapter is rated M! *Hint hint* Well...at least the end of it. I don't think I'll change the entire story's rating because the majority of the story isn't..."inappropriate". Tee hee!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh.

Love is Death

Chapter 5 – Reluctant

As Kisara had predicted, news spread like wildfire. Everyone in town spoke of the young CEO's relationship with a young secretary. Rumors also spread: "She must be pregnant with his child! Why else would a rich man be dating a middle class girl?" "Kaiba must have blackmailed her to date him. That girl is too sweet to date a guy like that."

It was 6:30 p.m. Bakura was sitting at a local fast-food restaurant peeved at the gossip that surrounded him. It had been 2 days since he broke into that girl's house. Now she was dating that rich bastard, Kaiba.

Jealousy burned and spread like poison in his body. He felt sick. 'Why do I even care?' Bakura thought, rolling his eyes at his foolishness. He took a sip of his drink and concentrated on eating.

"I heard Kaiba was taking her on a date tonight," a girl with red hair said. She and a friend were sitting at the table behind Bakura.

"Really? I wonder where they'll go. She's lucky, dating someone like him," the girl's blond friend said.

"Are you sure? I hear Kaiba's a jerk," the red head said. Bakura snickered.

"Well look at how he treats his brother. He's protective and loving…I think he'll treat her well." Bakura scowled.

Losing his appetite, Bakura got up from his seat, left his food, and tried to get away from all the gossip. He walked down the street, looking down at his feet. He gritted his teeth in annoyance. 'Why the hell do I feel like this?'

Turning a corner, Bakura crashed with something soft and fell to the ground. He managed not to get hurt.

"Oh no!" a female voice gasped. He was about to curse the woman out, but he was stunned to see who it was. The girl frantically gathered the papers she had dropped, not noticing him. He almost didn't recognize her. She had her hair up, showing the world her gorgeous face and beautiful neck. The same neck he attempted to strangle 2 days ago.

"Sorry about that!" she said loudly, still not looking at him. She peered at her watch. 'I'm late! I'm going to be late!' If there was something she hated, it was being late for something.

Bakura watched her organize the ruffled papers, suppressing the urge to ask if she needed help. Finally finished, Kisara got up and brushed herself off. Her eyes came up to apologize again to the person he knocked over.

"I'm…" she started. She didn't continue after her eyes met with familiar, taunting brown eyes. Recognition quickly seeped in.

There was a thick tension between the two pale bodies, along with a long silence. They stared at each other. Kisara was in shock, and Bakura was being stubborn.

Kisara stepped around him and broke into a jog. She was late. Bakura watched her go.

After closing the front door, Kisara already started to undress, running into the shower. After a few minutes, she grabbed her towel and dried herself. She wrapped her hair in the towel and maneuvered naked into her bedroom. Opening her closet, she searched for appropriate clothes. 'Work clothes, work clothes, pajamas, work clothes…'

Finally, she found a tight fitting strapless black dress that cut off right before her knees. She had worn it once to a wedding reception. She put on a strapless bra and underwear and quickly slipped the dress on.

Looking at the clock above her bed, she calculated how much time he had left. '30 minutes,' she engraved the number into her head. She searched for matching shoes. She had matched the dress with black heels during the reception. 'Where are they?' She scavenged her closet. She couldn't find them.

Working with what she had, Kisara put on some black heeled boots that went a little over mid-calf. Looking at herself in her new full length mirror (provided by Seto), she felt good. She thought the boots were a bit much, but it was the best she could do.

Under closer inspection, she found that she looked rather colorless in the face. She frowned, knowing she didn't own any make up. She bit her lips and slapped her cheeks a bit to put a little flush on her face.

Bakura stood outside her bedroom window, watching her from a safe distance. He had been watching her since she came in the bedroom naked from the shower. His chest ached. He growled and gritted his teeth. He wanted to kill her…but at the same time he wanted to kiss her, hold her.

Fighting his urges, Bakura sighed and closed his eyes. He leaned against the well. He tried to clear his head. He crossed his arms.

In the bathroom, Kisara put on a sapphire pendant suspended by a golden necklace around her neck. It made her eyes pop out more that they already did. She put her long hair up after drying it with a hair dryer. A few stands fell over her forehead. She smiled, satisfied.

Walking into her room, she looked at herself in the full length mirror one again. She turned her body towards the window, looking at herself side ways. She looked lean in this dress. She sighed, relieved that she finished before Seto arrived.

Bakura stopped breathing, his brown eyes widening. The dress was a perfect fit on her body. Her hair flowed, even when it was tired up. The sapphire necklace was lovely, playing along her neck. She was perfect. He watched as she grabbed her stuffed purse and ran out of the bed room.

He heard her open the front door. Looking to his right, he saw Seto's car parked on her driveway. Bakura scowled.

Around midnight, the black, expensive car returned. Seto got out first and walked to the opposite side of the car. He opened the door and helped Kisara out.

He walked her to the door. He faced her. She looked back at him, smiling. Leaning down, his lips pressed against hers. She put he arms around his neck, kissing back.

Once their lips sepreated, Kisara kept her arms around his neck. They looked into each other's glazed eyes, foreheads touching. Seto's arms surrounded her, squeezing tightly.

Slowly, they let each other go. She opened the door, watching Seto drive away. Closing the door behind her, she sighed. Seto had brought her to an amusement park reserved just for them. It was very enjoyable. They rode roller coasters, played games… Afterwards he took her to a fancy restaurant. Smiling, she took off her boots, and walked over to her bedroom.

Once she got through the door frame, her nose and mouth were covered by strong pale hands. Kisara's screams were muffled. She felt a hand holding her wrists behind her. She was forced to the bed, face down. Turning, she looked at familiar white hair, brown eyes and pale skin.

She was about to freeze the infiltrator with her freed hands when something soft, wet and warm crushed her lips. Her eyes widening, her heart beating faster, she tried pushing the determined body off of her. A tongue made its way in her mouth, exploring.

Euphoria drugged Kisara's mind. Unable to think, her tongue slipped into Bakura's mouth. His body crushing hers, she embraced him, squeezing tighter and tighter. He pulled away, and they both were gasping for air. His tongue made its way to her neck, tracing the gold necklace. Weakly, she slapped his arm as a form of resistance. It didn't faze him.

Her heart racing, she felt his tongue at her collarbone. She moaned, gripping at his shirt.

"S-stop. Stop it!" she demanded, fighting the high she was feeling and fighting the man who tempted her. She forced her legs together even though her body screamed against it. She felt cool hands reach under her dress. Fingers played up her thighs. Closing her eyes, she forced her legs closer together.

The fingers lifted the dress up, revealing her stomach. His lips found their way to her midriff and slowly waltzed upwards until they were right under her chest, where the dress got in the way. Kisara shivered.

Pulling the dress off her body, Bakura then unlatched her bra. His mouth came over her breast, his tongue exploring new found territory.

"Mmmmmhhh…" Kisara moaned. Her back arched, and she threw her head back. She pulled down on his head, crushing him against her chest. Bakura switched to the other breast. She pulled on his hair. His tongue traced upwards to her chest, her neck, the tip of her chin, then went into her mouth again.

Kisara dug her fingernails into his back. In response, Bakura kissed her more aggressively. He felt something wet on his cheek. Opening his eyes, he found her cystal ones, clouded with tears. He stopped his probing hands, his mouth and his tongue. She looked away from him.

Bakura sighed. Abruptly, he got off of her. It wasn't as easy as it seemed. It must have been one of the most difficult things he had ever done in his life. Kisara turned to her side, assuming fetal position. She sniffled. Bakura placed a light finger on her cheek, wiping away a tear.

I hope it wasn't too explicit for you! ^^ Please review.

By the way, I'd like to thank giacbk for all the support!