Just to warn you, when I started writing this fanfic, I had the full intention to make it BakuraxKisara. ^^' -runs away- Don't hate me!

Disclaimer: Do not own YGO, just plot.

Love is Death

Chapter 6 - It

Bakura started for the door, when he felt arms grip around his chest. Confused, he turned around to see the nearly naked Kisara. She was still crying. Her grip grew tighter. She felt so warm against his body. Bakura fought the temptation to take her.

"Make up your mind, woman. Do you want me here or don't you?" Bakura said harshly, wrapping his arms around her soft body. As a response, Kisara cried more violently. 'I don't even know anymore! You're the confusing one!' she thought, '…It's not that I want you here! It's just…I want someone here!' She wanted to speak her mind, but the tears choked her.

She felt her body be swept up by Bakura's strong arms. She was gently placed on her bed, sheets falling over her, covering her. She didn't know if it was for her or for him. Bakura laid next to her, over the sheets. He wasn't sure what else to do. 'Ever since I met her, I've done nothing but be indecisive,' He thought.

Kisara's arms made it around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. Bakura stiffened, feeling the tears seep through his shirt. He wasn't one to be supportive. Slowly, he placed his arms around her back. That was what seemed to be appropriate at the time.

'You can leave after I fall asleep. You can leave when I fall asleep,' Kisara thought. Her mind trailed into darkness. Slowly, but surely, the pale girl's sobs decreased. Eventually they stopped all together.

"Mother," Kisara murmured. Bakura's eyebrows neared each other. 'Her mother? Does Kisara miss her?' Bakura thought.

After another hour or so, Bakura confirmed that she was sleeping. Maneuvering out of her embrace, he walked out of her room, then her house. It was 3 a.m. No one would be awake to see him.

Kisara opened her eyes. Red, orange and yellow flames were surrounding her. She turned her head calmly to the right, meeting her mother's gaze. To shield her body from the flames and her mother's eyes, Kisara wrapped herself with her bed sheets. She sat up. Her mother did not seem pleased. Anxious, Kisara waited for her mother to speak.

"My sweet, I'm certainly not pleased to tell you there's a danger coming," Kisara's mother said. Her crimson eyes screamed fierceness.

"Danger?" Kisara repeated.

"Yes. An evil that has been after the Magical since ancient times."

"What…should I do?" Kisara asked, confused. Was she supposed to go and find it or hide? Her mother sighed. For a second, all the fierceness was gone from her eyes and was replaced with sadness.

"Since you are now the last of our kind, it's after you," her mother explained. Her voice was full of regret.

"Should I hide?"

"No. Kisara, listen to me very carefully," her mother replied, "It WILL find you. YOU must get stronger. Strong enough to kill it."

"But…how?!" Kisara asked, shocked. She had just started learning, and her dilemma with Seto and Bakura…

'Bakura…' She thought. She gripped the sheets around her. Looking down at her bed, Kisara tried to hide her frustrations.

"That boy will help you," her mother's voice said in a lethargic manner. The words echoed in Kisara's mind. Looking up at her mother's face, which was now smirking, Kisara wondered what her mother knew.

"Who?" Kisara asked, almost in denial. Her mother laughed.

"Do you think me a fool? I know about him. He was there with you in your past life as well," her mother explained. Like an epiphany, Kisara instantly thought of Seto.

"You mean Seto?" Kisara asked. She was really getting confused. 'She wasn't talking about Bakura…' she thought, a bit disappointed.

"Yes, my sweet. He has always been with you," her mother answered. Kisara looked down again. Her mother saw disappointment in her daughter's eyes. "…But you've fallen in love with another, haven't you?"

Kisara looked up, tears streaming down her face. Her mind went hysterical at her mother's words. Her mind raced back to what happened last night. 'L-lo-love? Bakura? But…Seto. I-I…I don't know! I DON'T KNOW!!!' "Tell me what to do, mother!" Kisara almost yelled. An apathetic expression found its way to her mother's face.

"Unfortunately, I cannot. It is your heart's decision."

"But…I…I can't," Kisara sniffled.

"NONSENSE!" Kisara's mother screamed furiously. Kisara stiffened. "STOP THIS SOBBING! YOU ARE STRONG, KISARA. YOU WILL OVERCOME ANYTHING IN YOUR PATH!"

Amazed, Kisara looked up at her mother. Her eyes were filled with an intent fire. Her body was poised in a ready-to-attack sort of way. Kisara envied her mother's confidence. "How do you know I will?" Kisara asked quietly, weakly. Part of her was afraid she would get screamed at again. She rubbed her wet eyes.

"I know because I'm you mother. Your ability is made of half your father's and half of mine. You are destined to exceed both of us, just as all children do," her mother retorted, "You will find the right one." Kisara silenced herself, trying to calm down and accept her mother's motivating words.

"When will it get here?" Kisara asked, shrugging off all her worries. All emotion was expelled from her face. She was too tired now to be effusive.

"I do not have the answer to that," her mother answered. "I am only here to tell you that it is on the move, ready to take your life. You must be ready to defend yourself."

"What is it?"

"The same creature that killed your father when you were a newborn," her mother spoke callously, "The same creature that killed me."

Understanding swept through Kisara's mind. Before her mother died, she had sent Kisara away. After a few days, Kisara got word that her mother passed away and left everything under Kisara's name. The police couldn't find out the source of Kisara's mother's death. And so it remained an enigma in Kisara's mind and the rest of the world.

"Can you tell me of its abilities?" Kisara asked.

"Unfotunately, no, I cannot. When it killed me, it placed a spell on my soul. It certainly made sure I couldn't tell anyone of it's looks or abilities…"

"I see," Kisara said.

"I have to leave you now, my sweet. Read the spellbook. Learn everything. Mind your wrists," her mother said, her feminine and wise voice reverberated in the fire-consumed room.

"My wrists?" Kisara asked. Her mother nodded.

"They could very well be your downfall. Even I didn't know about it. I learned after your father died…" Her mother touched her neck. She slowly disappeared along with the flames.

Kisara sat at her kitchen table, starting into space. She had put an oversized shirt and underwear on. She numbed her mind, not wanting to think for a while. Absentmindedly, she fed herself cereal. After she was done, she washed her dishes and put them away neatly. Sighing, she sat back down, slowly letting the anesthesia she injected in her thoughts fade away.

One thing was for sure- Kisara would kill the demon that killed her parents. But in order to do that, she would have to stop all the social aspects of her life in order to concentrate on mastering her powers. That included her job…and Seto. 'Oh, Seto…' Kisara thought, closing her eyes. After a few minutes, Kisara convinced herself that Seto would not be a part of this. 'He will not know about it'.

Her mind went over what her mother said: That boy will help you. Kisara shook her head. 'I will not put him in harm's way,' she thought. Picking up a piece of paper and a pen from the counter, she sat down and began to write. When she was finished with her letter, she folded it up twice.

Kisara got up from her chair and walked lethargically towards the front door. It was almost as if her body didn't want to do what her mind said. Sighing, she forced herself out of her house.

Upon return, Kisara picked up her phone and sat down on the same chair she sat in previously. Dialing a number, she thought of a plan to convince her boss.

"Hello?" a husky voice answered.

"Boss! Hi! It's Kisara," Kisara said, trying to be as percuasive as she could.

"Ah yes, Kisara. Is there something I could help you with?"

"Uhmmm…is it okay if I take a vacation? I know it's a bit sudden, but I need the time off…" Kisara trailed, sounding innocent.

"Well, sure. I think it'll be fine. How long will you be out?" her boss asked, sounding very reluctant. She rolled her eyes.

"I was thinking three months."

"THREE MONTHS!?" her boss yelled. Kisara had to pull the phone a few inches away from her ear. Her boss coughed, composing himself. People were probably starting at him awkwardly. Kisara smiled.

"Aww, come on boss! I've worked there for years without a vacation!" Kisara added, trying to push her boss. He was almost over the edge. Her boss contemplated.

"I'm a great worker, boss! It's only three months. I'll be back, I'll be back. It's not like you'll loose your best employee forever, right?" Kisara pushed. She laughed a little at her last statement. And that did it. He was over the edge now.

"Okay, okay. I'll see you in three months," her boss said, a bit peeved.

"Thanks boss!" Kisara said, hanging up. She groaned, thinking of the work she'd have to catch up on after 3 months. Sure, they'd get a temporary replacement for her, but that person will fail at her job.

Now that Seto and her job were out of her way, all that was left was Bakura. 'What should I do about...about…him?' Kisara asked herself. What could she do? He broke into her house with ease twice. Even after Seto installed his 'safety measures'. She put her head on the table and groaned.

Ryou woke up. Looking frantically about, he was a bit scared. He could feel again. He looked around his bedroom. He could see again. The cars zooming past his window felt great to his ears. He could hear again too. A joy bubbled within him, but was quickly shot down after it occurred to him that Bakura wasn't in control.

Completely hesitant, Ryou thought, 'Bakura-sama?' There was no answer. Smiling, Ryou got up from his bed and got ready for the beautiful day ahead of him.

Kisara walked down the hall. She stopped in between her bedroom and the bathroom. Not looking at her bed, she closed the door. She didn't want to be reminded of last night…or of Seto. It would just distract her.

Continuing her straight path, she reached the end of the hall. The wall she faced began to disintegrate. The scene looked like an outdated videogame. The wall pixilated downwards until the wall was no more.

Kisara walked into the secret room. Cement walls, floor and ceiling made up the room's composition. The cement felt cool against Kisara's feet. There was no furniture, no windows. The room was soundproof too.

Breathing shallowly, Kisara stopped at the middle of the room. She turned to see the wall rebuild itself. She tried to familiarize herself with the room. 'Not that there's much to take in…' she thought.

She decided that this was the safest place to practice her spells and get stronger. She felt her energy radiating out of her body. She smirked. Becoming stronger than any Magical before her was now her top priority.

Okaaay, finally getting the plot farther along. I hope you enjoyed it!