Hello! I fixed the last chapter. I added to the beginning; just what had happened between Bakura and Kisara after the whole incident. It's not vital to the story, but I thought it was necessary to understand a bit of what was going on through Kisara's mind. Oh, and chapter updates might be slowing down. School is starting up soon and I have a wedding to go to and all this...

When you see ----- it will indicate an almost masochistic sentence that might bother a few people.

Enjoy!

Love is Death

Chapter 7 – Regret

Two weeks later…

Ryou walked to his first class. He'd been back in school for two weeks now. He was still a bit confused as to why Bakura let Ryou take back control of his body, but he didn't question it. Ryou was glad to have his senses all to himself again.

During lunch, he sat next to his usual group of friends. Tea was gossiping about a girl she worked with.

"Who?" asked Joey, a blond, brown eyed teen who was obnoxious yet funny at times.

"You remember her. That pale girl with the long white-blue hair," Tea described, taking a bit of her sandwich.

'Could they be talking about…' Ryou thought.

"Oh, yeah. The girl with Kaiba," Joey said, "What about her?"

Ryou heard Bakura growl. Ryou sighed. Well, at least he got to enjoy a few weeks of privacy.

"She's been gone," Tea said, swallowing. "She missed two weeks of work already. The boss says she's on a three month vacation, but he's still debating on whether he should just fire her or not."

Ryou chocked on his rice. He coughed loudly. Tristan slapped Ryou's back. Ryou coughed again, and swallowed. Grabbing his water bottle, he chugged down the liquid like he had been parched for the past few days.

"You okay?" Tristan asked.

"Y-yeah," Ryou answered, rubbing the wetness from his eyes. "Thank you."

"So she's missing…and?" Joey asked, not getting the point.

"Kaiba's probably very upset."

The entire table silenced. Uncertain, almost fearful smiles appeared on everyone's faces. Kaiba was…thorough when he was upset.

"But…" Ryou began. Everyone shifted their gaze towards him. Laughing uncomfortably, he continued, "If Kaiba's upset, why hasn't he caused any mayhem yet? I mean, Tea did say it's been two weeks." Bakura snarled, 'If he loves her so much, why hasn't he done anything about it!?'

The people at the table looked at each other. They shrugged.

"Don't know. Maybe she's at his house. He's probably supplied her with everything that she could possibly need. It's probably gotten to a point in which she feels she doesn't need to go to work anymore," Yugi suggested. His voice wasn't derogatory, or offended.

"Doubtful," Ryou said, getting up and throwing his lunch away. He left the cafeteria rather briskly. His friends stared after him, confused by his erratic behavior.

'Where do you think she is?' Ryou asked. He was no longer in control of his body again and frankly, he didn't mind as long as it was for that girl.

'I don't know,' Bakura answered — he was angry that he didn't know. A wave of panic stormed throughout his body. His brown eyes squinted, trying to figure out what was going on.

Seto Kaiba sat behind his oak wood desk, nothing in particular going through his mind. He looked out of the massive window that made up the 4th wall of the room. His little brother opened the door and closed it behind him. Walking up to Seto, he looked into his brother's sapphire eyes. They were empty.

"Seto," Mokuba started, "Will you play this new game with me? I got it today."

"No, Mokuba. I'm tired," Seto answered flatly.

"Seto! What's wrong with you?!" Mokuba yelled. Seto looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Why haven't you been normal? It's been two long weeks and I'm tired of it! I want my brother back!"

Seto stared at his younger brother in awe. Mokuba stared back at him, though the awe was replaced with hatred.

"Answer me," Mokuba said in a low tone. His eyes narrowed. His hands were balled up into fists. Seto sighed, getting up from his chair, walking around the table. Mokuba looked at his tall brother, confused. "Where are you going?"

"You wanted to play a new game with me, right?" Seto said, opening the door. He turned, seeing his little brother smile widely in relief. Mokuba ran and hugged his brother, nearly knocking the both of them over. They laughed.

Two weeks earlier, at the Kaiba mansion…

The day after their date, Kaiba was intent on having another one. He was in his bedroom, dressing himself for another meeting-filled day. A black suit with a blue coat over it. The usual outfit.

There was a knock on the door. Obviously it wasn't Mokuba.

"What is it?" Kaiba asked coldly.

"Sorry to disturb you, Master Seto, but a young woman dropped by and left you a letter. She said it was rather urgent," said the same elderly voice Seto spoke with over the phone just yesterday. Seto stared at the door. 'Did it come from Kisara?' Seto wondered.

The brunette walked over to his door and opened it. The elderly man stood in a dignified manner. He wore a black suit and tie. He was balding and had a grey mustache. He lifted up a silver tray, the letter centered on it. Seto took the letter, and nodded to the servant. Closing the door, Seto unfolded the piece of paper.

It read:

To my eversodearest Seto,

I thank you SO much for last night! I truly, truly had a marvelous time with you.

But…something's come up, and I won't be able to see you again for a while. I won't see anyone for a while…

Please don't worry about me...and do go looking for me. I'll be fine. Also, don't even think about going to my house. It'll be empty. Ha, ha, ha.

With a great deal of love,

Kisara

Seto, after reading the letter, became depressed. It wasn't really depression. It was more like a phase of unfeeling, of numbness. He decided to respect Kisara's wishes. He didn't look for her or go by her house. Though he wasn't sure if he could NOT worry about her.

Kisara shot a sharp shard of ice at a soda can that stood all the way across the room. She panted, the blue glow from her hand disappeared. 'That was good'. She had been practicing that spell all day, and she had only started to get the hand of it. She let herself fall to the floor, resting. Sweat dampened her neck and back.

For some reason, her mind raced, reminding her of all the feelings, movements and utter excitement she and Bakura made that night, two weeks ago. She could almost even feel his touch, his mouth on her. She closed her eyes as she bit her lips. 'Why did he do it? Why? I was fine with us being…enemies,' Kisara screamed in her mind.

Kisara opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. She had hoped the time to herself would help her answer the questions that were killing her. Questions like: Do you love Seto? Do you love Bakura? What do you want? Will you get strong enough before it comes?

And she had answered all of the questions. But those answers were definitely not going to help her. She did have feelings for Seto. Even her mother said that they've been together forever. But she felt…right with Bakura. She wanted them both. And that was a problem.

As for the last question; she wanted to get stronger. Kisara was able to follow through with that, if anything. She had been practicing honing her skills by reading the spellbook and learning at an accelerated pace. The ice-based attacks were easy enough, but the healing spells were proving to be difficult.

Without any wounds, how could Kisara hope to practice any spells?

-----Deciding on wounding herself, she often made deep cuts on her arms and legs.-----

She did this in the bathroom, and of course she was fine. Her healing spells were very effective. She also learned, through all this, that her healing spells were extremely limited in that they used much of her energy.

She also proved her mother's theory about Kisara's wrists. According to the spell book, and her mother, if someone were to constrict her wrists – in any way – that hand wouldn't be able to cast. If both her wrists were caught, she'd be rather unlucky. When her mother first told her this, Kisara was skeptical, but then she held her left wrist with her right hand, and surely enough, her left hand couldn't cast any spells.

She looked through the spellbook if any other element was affected. She found that every element had its own specific weak spot. Fire didn't work when the throat was surrounded. That explained why her mother touched her neck that morning. Wind – the ankles. Earth – the waist. Healing, for some reason, did not have a weak spot. She wondered why this was but when she couldn't find the answer, she shrugged it off as de facto.

Kisara sighed. She was tired. Gradually, her eyelids grew heavy and she fell asleep on the cool cement floor.

Bakura broke into Kisara's house the same way he did the night he…they....

Her house was a mess. It didn't even remotely look like the same house he was in two weeks ago. The television was left turned on. Empty bottles of wine were broken on the floor. Food was on the floor too. Everything was on the floor.

"What the hell happened here?" he asked aloud, rather disgusted at the mess. 'It would be an understatement to say "It looks like a storm came through here",' he thought.

He maneuvered through the jungle of a floor and walked carefully down the hall. He angrily pushed the bedroom door open, revealing nothing. The bedroom didn't look any different from the last time he was there. His eyes narrowed. It looked exactly the same since he was last time he was there. Almost like no one's slept on the bed for two weeks.

He turned and went into the bathroom. He almost gasped seeing a few, little puddles of red liquid in the sink and shower. Red foot prints marked the tile floor. 'What the hell...?' he said to himself. He swallowed. There was no doubt that the red liquid was blood mixed with water. The smell was metallic. Bakura covered his nose.

The mirror was written on with red streaks. 'Also blood,' Bakura assumed. He couldn't discern the writing.

"KISARA!" Bakura yelled hoping she would answer him; he rushed out of the bathroom. He couldn't take the smell of it. 'Don't lie to yourself. You can take the smell. You just can' take the possibility that it's Kisara's blood.'

Woot! What's gonna happen next?!