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Love is Death
Chapter 11 – Surface
Kisara huffed, exhaling a long kept breath. The phone stopped ringing and she was relieved that Seto hung up before the answering machine started. She heard Bakura snicker next to her. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow and he stopped, turning around to face the frying pan. There was no doubt in her mind that he was smirking. 'Frying…pan?' Kisara's mind ran.
"The EGGS!" Kisara exclaimed, running to the stove and shutting off the heat – barely saving the eggs. She sighed, relieved. She heard the door unlock. Turning to see who was trying to get in, she instead saw who was trying to leave.
"Where are you going?" she asked quietly, he usual voice when she was genuinely curious.
"I'll go buy some food," Bakura answered, not turning to look at her. "We've run out of edibles, correct?"
"Yes, but…you're going to purchase the food?" Kisara said in disbelief. "Do you have any money?"
She sighed when Bakura lifted his left hand, revealing a white wallet – her white wallet. "Just don't let anyone see you leave," she said. Bakura walked out of the house laughing menacingly. Kisara sighed again after the door closed.
Walking down the road, using his Millennium Ring to make himself invisible to everyone, Bakura allowed himself to feel again. He had numbed himself of most emotions for some time now in order to prevent any mishaps with Kisara. Spending time with her alone was enough for him; he didn't need to touch her. Anger, sadness and regret swam through his veins. He had seen Kisara's face when Kaiba called. She wanted to answer the phone. A jealous sensation pierced Bakura's heart and gut. He cringed.
"She loves him. She has always loved him – ever since ancient times. I'm aware of this and yet I…I permitted myself…to fall for her,' Bakura brooded over his foolishness. He walked into a dark ally way. Turning to his left, he punched the burgundy brick wall. Shaking his head, he punched the wall again and again until his knuckles bled. He threw his head back, sighing. He closed his eyes only to open them again when he felt something aqueous fall on his cheek.
It began to rain. Allowing himself to be seen again, Bakura composed himself to be seen again, Bakura composed himself and walked to the nearest supermarket.
Kisara heard continuous little thumps striking her roof and windows. Peeking outside the only window in the kitchen, she saw the grey sky and the rain pouring rather heavily. She bit her lip. 'Bakura didn't bring a jacket with him – let along an umbrella…I hope he comes home soon,' Kisara thought worriedly. Her eyebrow twitched a little, reflecting on the word 'home'.
"Silly me," Kisara shook her head, "What am I saying? He doesn't live here; this can't be his home." She turned to continue preparing breakfast. 'But…it certainly feels like he does'. She put all the eggs on one plate and set it at the middle of the table. She got out the loaf of bread from the cabinet and opened the packaging. Taking out two slices, she placed them in the toaster and waited.
'I wonder what Seto wanted. I hope he's doing all right,' Kisara thought. She felt her heart skip when she envisioned Seto next to her. 'I hope he understands that I can't see or speak with him until its safe. Until I get rid of the demon that's coming for me.' The toaster made a popping sound and forced the toast to rise up, making it easy on Kisara to take them out. She pulled a new plate out of the cupboard and placed the warm slices of bread on it. She put more slices in the toaster.
She sighed, crossing her arms and leaning against the table. She giggled to herself. 'Bakura's mannerisms are wearing on me,' she paused, the smile disappearing from her face, 'Bakura…you know Seto will always have my heart…right?' She imagined Bakura's answer: yes. 'Then why are you stealing it from him? Are you just trying to prove to yourself you can steal anything? Am I just another prize to satisfy your pride?' Kisara asked. Her imaginary conversation was short lived when she hear a knock on her door. She smiled to herself, expecting to see Bakura carrying bags of groceries. Opening the door, her smile faded, an expression of fear forcing its way on her face. She swallowed.
Bakura walked onto Kisara's porch with bags of groceries hanging around his wrists. He became invisible again prior to when he turned the corner at the end of the street. Breaking into the house – not wanting to knock or ring the bell – he walked into a very cold kitchen. There were blocks of ice everywhere. Icicles hung from the ceiling. The ground was wet.
A shrill scream reverberated through the air. Dropping the bags, he ran into the bedroom, his eyes falling on a very angry Kisara and a tall man with intense sapphire eyes and brunette hair. The two figures did notice Bakura's entrance, given his invisibility.
"Why are you doing this, Seto?!" Kisara yelled, her eyes red from holding back tears. The man merely smirked at her, making Kisara even more confounded and thus angrier. 'But…that is certainly not Kaiba,' Bakura thought, sensing a black aura around the male's body.
"Seto" lunged forward, grabbing Kisara by the arms and flinging her to the bed. Bakura watched patiently, awaiting the perfect time to rush in. The man sprawled on top of her, snickering. Kisara covered her chest with her arms tightly, unable to do much of anything else. She had used up all her energy during their tussle in the kitchen. She had panicked and expended too much power with strong and ineffective attacks, draining her. She struggled against the body on top her, trying to shove him off.
His lips forced themselves on hers. Bakura crossed his arms, restraining himself; trying to calm himself. Turning her head to break the kiss, Kisara stole a gasp of air and yelled out, "Why are you doing this? Answer me, Seto!"
Sapphire eyes looked intently at her. She blushed. "You like this down you?" he cooed. Bakura was surprised – the creature even sounded like Kaiba too. Kisara flinched at his answer and tone.
"No! I don't!" she yelled back in denial, grabbing her sheets as if to pull herself from under him. The man laughed, pulling her back where she started. 'Why?! Why did Seto try to kill me? And now he's trying to…I thought he…loved me…' she screamed mentally.
"Don't lie. I know you love the person who owns this body," he said. Kisara stared at his sapphire eyes with her widened eyes. The man laughed, before saying, "Or don't you?" Kisara felt a tear escape and run down her cheek. Bakura fought the urge to kill the man, knowing he'd give Kisara more information if she asked. And she did.
"What do you mean?" she whispered, unable to compose herself enough to speak normally, "Owns the body?" She felt her hair cling to her now sweaty forehead. The man laughed once again.
"You're a stupid one aren't you? Though, I do find it amusing that you ignored the face that I accused you of not loving your precious Seto. Does that mean you don't?" he said. Bakura restrained a gasp. 'What?!' Bakura hissed in his mind. Kisara didn't feel insulted – too shocked to notice it. "Well anyways, I'm not your darling Seto. I think you should already know me".
Understanding hit Kisara as he said this. 'It's him. It's the bastard that killed my family,' she thought, feeling numbness engulf her chest. Something told her to go on and try to use her powers.
"You!" she screamed. Her hands started to glow. Angrily, she shifted her body in a way she would be able to punch the imposter. Before her blow reached its destination, a hand cuffed her wrists, concealing her powers. She felt his other hand grip around her other wrist. She gasped, scared now that she had no options left. 'I'm going to die. I'm so sorry mother,' she thought. She closed her eyes, ready for the unknown, for death.
Then, Kisara felt a draft where there was once warmth. Opening her eyes, she found Bakura chocking the fake Seto against the wall.
***"Bakura!" she gasped, rushing over to her white – haired associate. Kisara felt extremely relieved that Bakura was there. She watched his grip on the other's neck tighten. There was a red color on his knuckles. Kisara's eyes narrowed, trying to figure out where the red came from. 'Blood? But…the intruder isn't bleeding. Did Bakura…injure himself…?' she thought.
The imposter made a gagging noise; the borrowed appearance seemed to melt off, eventually uncovering black shadows. Bakura's hand went right through the smoke. He jerked his hand back, appalled. He cursed. Kisara snapped out of her thoughts and jumped behind him, clutching on his rain-soaked clothes.
The black smoke rose up, to the ceiling. Kisara heard Bakura growl. Both pale bodies stiffened, hearing a devilish laugh. They watched as the smoke made its way to the opposite side of the room, exiting through the cracks between the window and the wall.
"Good to know you haven't found the 'one' yet, Kisara," a deep and lethal voice said prior to laughing intimidating. The sentence lingered, even after the black smoke disappeared entirely.
The two white-haired people stared incredulously at the window.
Kisara was trying to discern what the demon meant as to "the one". 'The one? The one what?' Kisara asked herself, her brows furrowing towards one another. Her heart beat against her chest faster and faster as she felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. She was still weak, and she realized that. She sniffled, quickly brushing away the wetness from her eyes. 'I have to get stronger. He could have killed me today,' she contemplated, realizing exactly how close to death she really was.
Bakura contemplated what the intruder had said: Though, I do find it amusing that you ignored the face that I accused you of not loving your precious Seto. Does that mean you don't? Bakura blinked. 'That can't possibly be correct. She loves that rich bastard more than anything,' Bakura analyzed, '…but what if it was true?' He narrowed his eyes at the window. He shook off his emotions and forced himself to think about the situation at hand. Kisara was attacked, apparently by something – or something- she knew. That thing obviously knew more about her than she knew about it. And Kisara was too weak in the mind to handle the situation in an intelligent way. 'I should have known,' Bakura thought, 'that she would make a mistake like this. But I didn't realize what kind of enemy she was planning to face.'
"What happened here?!" a familiar voice demanded. Kisara and Bakura jerked their gazes towards the source of the silence-penetrating sound – towards the door. Kisara, gasping in fear, hid behind Bakura once again. To her disbelief, Bakura remained calm.
"Don't worry. That's the real Kaiba," Bakura's voice told her. His tone was flat, so flat it was almost spiteful. Kisara was taken aback. She peered at the tall CEO standing with his arms crossed at her doorway. Eyes widening, and forgetting Bakura's presence, she involuntarily ran to the brunette, arms squeezing tightly around his torso. Bakura stood stiffly where he was, his face emotionless as he watched Seto embrace Kisara back.
A few moments passed before Kisara came to her senses. She quickly released Kaiba and took a few steps backwards. She knew better than to look at Bakura, but she still couldn't stop herself. Once her crystal eyes met Bakura's brown one, she cringed. Out of all the time she spent with Bakura, Kisara learned that his calm stare and posture meant he was angry, irritated or thinking malicious thoughts. She turned her gaze back to Kaiba, who sneered at Bakura accusingly.
"N-nothing happened," Kisara stammered.
"You're horrible at lying," both males said. She shot a leer at Bakura. She expected that to come out of Seto, but if Bakura said it too, it would only allow Seto to confirm his accusation.
"See, what had happened was," Bakura began; both sets of blue-hued eyes shifted towards him, "a monstrous being of some kind appeared in the shape of your body. Kisara thought it was you, and she was weak too weak to fight it – so I stepped in. You're welcome." Bakura walked towards the door, intent on leaving.
Kisara shuddered at his cold and bitter tone as she felt a piece of her heart break and sensed him pass by her. She looked away before Bakura's pale body left the room. Kisara fell to her knees when the inevitable sound of the door open then slam shut rang in her ears. She felt her heartbeat in her neck. Swallowing her breaking heart down from her throat, Kisara knew all too way that Seto was waiting for her to answer him herself. She wrapped her arms around her body in an embrace before looking into his eyes. ***
Tee hee! I think this is the best chapter yet. I'm changing the rating to M+ for some explicit content I've already posted and for furture ones, hint hint.
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