Hey guys! School starts tomorrow for me, so I don't know how often I'll be able to publish the chapters. T.T I ask that you be patient with me, please. ^^

This chapter is a little on the short side, like the last two, but is still needed. Enjoy!

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Love is Death

Chapter 15 – Bonds

Kisara sat at her table in the bedroom. Opening the spellbook, she looked at all the spells she hadn't touched upon. There were a good six pages, front and back, left from the ice chapter. The healing had much less spells, therefore less pages; there were only two pages left. Kisara sighed, feeling a bit overwhelmed. The had to nail these down to get strong enough to kill it and these spells weren't in the back of the chapter for no reason – they were the hardest spells to learn.

Seto was in the living room, canceling all his appointments and using the excuse of needing a "vacation" just like Kisara did. Kisara's crystal eyes fell to the window. It was night time now and yet it was still raining. She sighed. Getting up from her seat, she closed the curtains.

Kisara walked into the kitchen, looking for a drink before going into the concealed cement room to begin her training regimen. She reached into the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. She continued down the hallway, and stopped at the end, waiting for the disintegrating wall to disappear completely.

"So is that where you've locked yourself in all this time?" Seto's voice asked. She looked behind her to see the usual unemotional Seto. She smiled back at him.

"Yes," she answered, walking into the cool cement room. She opened the bottle and gulped down a mouthful of water. She heard Seto's footsteps follow her in. She turned to face him, curious to see his reaction. Seto's eyes wandered around the dirty, dusty cement room with a disgusted expression on his face.

"I'll renovate this room too," Seto stated, completely mortified with the room. 'This place is unfit for Kisara, or anyone for that matter,' he thought, 'I take that back. A dirt bag would be well off here. Bakura should feel just welcome.' A smirk took form on his lips.

"No. You can't renovate this room," Kisara objected, "If you do all the furniture will just be destroyed." She threw up the unsealed water bottle. As the bottle began its decent to the ground, the water spilled out of it. Kisara held her glowing-blue hand out and the water solidified into ice. AS the newly formed crystalline structure struck the floor, it shattered into millions of tiny shards. She smiled, feeling rather accomplished.

Seto watched with a straight face as the ice shattered elegantly about. Although his expression was far from it, he was quite impressed with Kisara's gracefulness. The shattering ice, which bounced back up from the floor, hovered around Kisara, making her look extrinsic – in a good way.

Kisara turned to look at him, her hair moving just as fluidly as she did. Her eyes were soft and beautiful. He felt his heart race when her lips formed a smile. That was the smile that first caught his attention when he first met her. And ever since then, he found himself living for that smile.

"Seto…" Kisara started. Her voice wavered a bit. Snapping out of his daze, Seto blinked and realized that all the shards of ice had already fallen to the floor and Kisara was a few feet in front of him.

"What is it?" he responded mechanically.

"Do you…think you could help me train?" she asked rather nervously. His gaze remained reserved, making Kisara even more uncomfortable. 'I hate asking him for things…but…I need the help,' she thought.

Seto continued to stare at the thin woman. Though he wanted to help her, he didn't know how. He was more than an exceptional fighter, but the closest he's dabbled with magic was whenever Yugi was around. Deciding he wanted to see her fighting skill and style, Seto started towards Kisara. He swung a punch, and she backed up just enough to barely dodge it. For a second there was confusion on Kisara's face, but it was quickly dispelled when she realized what Seto was doing.

Kisara ran back to increased the distance between them. This would give her some time to collect and assess her options. Seto removed his long white coat and dropped it to the floor. He ran towards her, his long strides bringing him to Kisara quicker. He brought his leg up for a kick and Kisara blacked with her left forearm. Seto noted the wince she made at the pain resulting from the impact.

Kisara quickly grabbed a hold of Seto's leg with her unoccupied right hand, her left hand twisting to assure the ensnarement. She had the full intention to pull Seto until he dropped to the floor, but when he pulled back with even more force, Kisara found that it was her that was on the floor. Gasping and getting on her knees, she backed off a little before getting on her feet.

As she finally got upright, Seto's fist came flying towards her. She let out a squeak and ducked. She grabbed his left leg this time, and pulled it up. Using her right foot, she made Seto's only supporting leg fall back, resulting on them falling to the floor. As they fell, Kisara positioned herself in a way her right arm wrapped under his right arm and her left arm wrapped around his neck in a lock. (This is otherwise known as the half-nelson in wrestling) She pulled upwards to make him even more discomforted and unable to move.

Seto struggled a little, but eventually broke free. He backed away, assessing what his next move would be. Kisara was shocked he made it out. She stood up and prepared for the next attack. Seto ran towards her, ducking to avoid her punch. He grabbed a hold of her body and flung her to the floor. He crouched over her, his left hand over her neck and his right hand about to land a punch. Kisara, without thinking, froze Seto's hand over with ice and kicked him off of her. He landed on the floor rather roughly.

He stared at her with wide eyes. Realizing that she wasn't supposed to do that, Kisara gasped and jerked her body next to him. She laid her right hand over the block of ice that consumed Seto's arm. The ice began to melt and soon, Seto's arm was free. Seto seemed to calm down a little. Kisara looked at him with worried eyes.

"My apologies! I forgot that you don't dabble in magic," she asserted. Her eyebrows pulled upwards, anxious.

"It's fine. I was just worried that you wouldn't be able to un-freeze my arm," Seto retorted. Kisara relaxed her muscles, relieved he wasn't angry with her. She never wanted him to be angry with her.

He was taller than her even as they sat. Kisara's eyes made their way from his perfectly shaped torso to his face as if to confirm that he was a handsome man. Seto's sapphire eyes glanced down at her. She 'eeeped', lowering her gaze to the grey floor. 'He caught me staring!!!' she squealed in the privacy of her mind. She felt blood run up to her cheeks.

Seto smirked, amused at Kisara's actions.

"Uhmmm…I should get back to training," Kisara stammered.

"You should never show your enemy your pain," Seto stated. She turned to look at him, not understanding what he was trying to say. "When I kicked you, you winced at the impact. Also, when you tried to pull my leg and fell, you gasped in shock. Those things show your enemy that you're weak. Don't do it."

Kisara continued to stare at him with her crystal eyes. She had a blank stare. She was assessing and learning Seto's words like a sponge absorbs liquids. Seto raised an eyebrow, thinking it was interesting that Kisara was the type to learn quickly and effectively.

"Ok," Kisara said after a moment. Seto then felt a strong force pulling him towards her. His eyes narrowed, wondering why and what the force was. Then an image came into his mind. The image of the Blue Eyes White Dragon. His eyes widened a bit, realizing that the frail-looking, pale girl resembled his Blue Eyes. They were both elegant in movement and attack, powerful and had the same crystal blue eyes.

Kisara gave him a strange look before asking, "Is something the matter, Seto?"

"Kisara, do you know what my favorite card is?" Seto asked. She looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. Everyone knew what Seto Kaiba's favorite card was, but why was he asking her now?

"The Blue Eyes White Dragon," she answered slowly, like she was unsure of the answer. Seto nodded and pulled out his deck from his pocket. Looking through his cards, he pulled one of his three Blue Eyes White Dragons and placed the card in Kisara's hand.

Once the card made contact with her skin, Kisara felt an indescribable sensation within her chest. She gasped, not being able to move. Seto forced himself still; something told him not to interfere. Suddenly, a burst of light came from the card, temporarily blinding the two. When their eyes finished adjusting, they looked up to see the Blue Eyes White Dragon hovering above them in all it's magnificent glory.

"The Blue Eyes?!" Kaiba exclaimed in shock. They both had worried and shocked expressions on their faces. The dragon moved its massive head down as it floated in the air. It snarled.

Kisara jumped. Looking at Seto is terrified eyes, she pointed at the dragon. "Tell me you heard it speak!"

Seto examined her. She was serious…but he didn't hear anything. Shaking his head, he said, "No."

"B-but…It just said my name!" Kisara objected, wanting to believe she wasn't going crazy.

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