Hello! This chapter was too long, so I had to cut about a third of it and added it to the next chapter, which I will be uploading shortly. I ended up having to write something with Bakura in it because the next chapter would've been too short or moving too fast.

-sigh- Who knew writing could be so hard!!!

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Love is Death

Chapter 13 – Explanations

Seto Kaiba awoke to the smell of eggs and coffee. He sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Blinking, he realized Kisara wasn't in bed with him. He stood up and put his clothes on – which were neatly folded and placed atop the table near the window. It was still a bit cloudy outside.

Clang!

Rushing into the kitchen, Seto found Kisara bent over, picking up a pan that obviously fell to the floor.

"What happened?" he asked, calming himself. He had thought she was being attacked. Kisara's hands were shaking. Seto scrutinized her. She picked up the pan by its black handle.

"I'm so clumsy," Kisara answered, laughing uneasily. She tried hard to stop her hands from shaking. She stood up and turned to the sink, trying to hide her trembling from Seto. Once she got her hands to stop, her knees felt like buckling. She bit her lip in frustration.

Strong arms crisscrossed around her shoulders. She turned her head to the side enough for Seto to see the questioning look on her face. Looking into his intent eyes, Kisara felt warmth around her nose and cheeks. 'Eh?! Stop blushing!!!' Kisara yelled at herself.

"What's wrong?" his penetrating voice asked. Kisara turned away and her eyes looked downwards. 'Bakura bought this food for me and him. It's feels wrong cooking it for you,' she answered in her mind. A sickly feeling intruded into her stomach.

"Nothing. I'm just a little shaken up by how loud the noise was when the pan hit the floor," Kisara answered, washing said pan with water and soap. Seto kept his arms around her. After she finished, she said, "Lunch time! I hope you don't mind it being breakfast food. I didn't get to eat breakfast yet."

Kisara directed Seto to the table, making certain that he sat next to her rather than across from her – like Bakura did. The reunited couple remained quiet as they ate. Seto had questions for Kisara, but found it inappropriate to bring it up at the table while eating. Kisara was anxious, knowing when lunch was over, she would have to explain the past two and a half months to the brunette.

Her stomach churned in nervousness so much so that she didn't eat much of anything. She brought her empty, barely dirty plate to the sink and began to wash it. She did it slowly so that by the time Seto finished, she could begin to wash his. She heard him get up from the chair and walk over to her.

Seto watched as she washed the dishes, wanting to help where there clearly was no help needed. He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. Kisara, who watched him from the corner of her eye, winced slightly. She composed herself as quickly as she could.

"Don't do that," Kisara murmured, not looking at Seto. She grabbed a towel and began to dry the dishes. Seto cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side a bit.

"Do what?" he asked.

"Don't cross your arms anymore," she answered her tone low. He analyzed her and slowly, his arms fell to his sides without asking for a reason.

When the dishes were all neatly put away, the leftovers sealed in the refrigerator, the couple sat snuggly on the soda. Kisara absentmindedly flipped through the channels on T.V.

"Oh! That reminds me. I never got to properly thank you for all the furniture," Kisara said. She jumped on Seto in a way they ended up lying on the soda. She smiled, embracing him. "Thank you!"

"I'd hate to see your improper thank-you," Seto said, his voice semi-muffled by Kisara's hair. Kisara lifted her upper body up – letting go of Seto and pulling her hair back – and stuck her tongue out at him. He smirked and attacked her with his lips.

Now their positions switched: Kisara on the bottom and Seto on the top. They released each others' lips and laughed. Seto supported himself up with his forearms. After a moment, Seto's face grew grim.

"Kisara. What have you been doing for the past two and a half months?" he asked. Kisara stared at him. A long moment passed by as Kisara deliberated whether Seto was ready for the answer or not.

"You know better than to deny magic now…right?" she asked pleadingly. If he answered 'no', she wouldn't be able to explain anything to him. She watched Seto's sapphire eyes hesitate as they looked down at her.

Finally, he said, "Just tell me."

"I was born a Magical. The Magical are descendants of ancient Egyptian magicians. The more recent generations decided to lay low in order to protect ourselves from society. There are different types of elements Magicals can use: ice, earth, fire, air and healing. I myself am empowered by ice and healing.

"My father was killed when I was a baby. My mother was killed a few years ago. I didn't know of my heritage until now. My mother had spoken to me through these random visions, advising me on what I should do.

"She told me that it was coming for me," Kisara said spitefully. Her fingers curled up in her palm to form a fist.

"What is it?" asked Seto, confused.

"It is a demon whose name I do not know, a creature that has been after the Magical since ancient times. The same creature that could have killed me this morning. Now that there are no more Magicals left in the world, it's after me. I'm the last of my kind," Kisara answered. She paused in awe, realizing that so much ahs happened in such a short period of time.

"Why didn't you tell me about this before? I could help you," Seto asked. He watched Kisara's eyes soften. He shifted his position so that his entire body was on top of her and his head was snuggly fit in between her neck and shoulder. His eyes closed half way.

"That's exactly why I didn't tell you. I didn't want you helping. I didn't want to expose you to any danger. I don't know if...I could handle…" Kisara didn't finish her sentence. She turned her head towards the TV, opposite of Seto.

"That's a foolish reason," Seto said flatly. Kisara chuckled.

"I know," she said weakly. She was still looking away.

"So how do you propose to get rid of this thing," Seto asked, realizing Kisara had nothing else to say about the matter.

"I don't now. All I know is that I need to learn my spells and master them," Kisara answered, "My training is still incomplete, seeing as how the thing almost killed me." 'But now that Bakura is gone, I'm pretty much on my own again. I'm doubtful you can help me with my training, Seto, considering you've forgotten your past as a high priest,' she thought.

"I see. Tell me what you've learned from this morning. We could devise a plan to kill this nuisance," Seto said. 'If there's a threat to Kisara's life, I'll get rid of it.' His mind raced, thinking of numerous strategies to use. He sat up, getting off of Kisara. She followed his lead.

"Well…he knows my weak spots," Kisara responded, thinking back to her encounter with the creature.

"Which are?"

"My wrists," she retorted. She briefly explained how that was.

"…I don't understand. Your powers don't work when your wrists are confined?" Seto said. Kisara, thinking of a better way to explain to Seto, decided a visual would be most beneficial.

"This is normal," Kisara explained. She held her hand up, her fingertips pointing towards the wall. Seto watched in amazement as an enormous icicle formed under her palm and shot across the room and pierced the wall.

"This is what happens when my wrists are constricted," Kisara continued her demonstration. She used her left hand to cuff her right wrist and attempted to focus her energy. Surprisingly, an icicle formed again and shot towards the first one. Upon contact, the two icicles shattered. Kisara gasped in shock. Seto looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. She looked back at him, dumbstruck.

"…Hold my wrist," Kisara said, jerking her hand forwards. Seto hesitated, looking at Kisara's pale hand. Slowly, his hand wrapped around her wrist. Kisara focused her power and ice formed around her glowing hand. Her right eyebrow twitched in disbelief. Her expression was a mix of frustration and confusion. She pulled her hand back and looked at it, trying to decipher what was happening.

"It's not supposed to do that," she murmured to herself.

"Well, obviously, your weakness is now your advantage. If this is all new to you, it will be a surprise to your enemy as well," Seto said. Kisara looked at him with widened eyes, realizing he was right.

"You're right!" she exclaimed in joy. She embraced him. Looking up at his face, she smirked at him.

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