Kisara sought solace in the one person she felt she could trust: Alex. She stormed into the dimly lit lounge where Alex sat nursing a drink. Her eyes were red from crying, and her usually calm demeanor was shattered. Alex looked up from his glass, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he quickly masked it with a concerned expression.
"Kisara, what happened?" he asked, standing up to greet her.
Kisara wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. She wanted to confide in Alex, but the nature of her relationship with Kaiba and the contract they had signed was something no one else knew about. If Alex found out about the contract, what would he think of her? Fearing his judgment, she decided to lie about the reason for her distress.
"It's just... everything's been so overwhelming," she said, her voice trembling. "The media, the pressure... I feel like I'm suffocating."
"Come, have a set, tell me everything."
Alex led her to a seat, his mind racing. He had a feeling that this had nothing to do with the media. As far as he knew, Kisara liked being in the middle of everything.
This has something to do with Kaiba. He concluded inwardly.
He had known about her relationship with Kaiba and had been haunting her steps whenever he got a chance because, beneath his warm exterior, he harbored a sinister secret. He wasn't just a colleague; he was an obsessed fan who knew about the ancient connection between Kisara, Kaiba, and the Blue-Eyes White Dragon.
From a young age, Alex had been captivated by the legends surrounding the Blue-Eyes White Dragon. His obsession grew when he stumbled upon ancient texts and artifacts that hinted at the dragon's true origins and its connection to a priest and a maiden from ancient Egypt. The deeper he delved into these stories, the more convinced he became that there was a real, mystical bond linking the dragon to these historical figures.
His research led him inevitably to Seto Kaiba, the modern reincarnation of the priest, and Kisara, the reincarnation of the maiden who shared a mystical bond with the dragon. It was an obsession that consumed him, driving him to learn everything he could about these two individuals.
When Kisara emerged as a pop star, Alex saw his opportunity. He used his extensive knowledge of ancient texts and his undeniable charm to infiltrate her team. Presenting himself as a knowledgeable and enthusiastic colleague, he quickly earned a position close to her. His keen understanding of her connection with Kaiba and the Blue-Eyes White Dragon allowed him to monitor her every move and slowly gain her trust.
The ultimate goal in his mind was clear: he wanted Kisara and the dragon's power for himself, he believed it was his destiny. But he knew that to fully harness the Blue-Eyes White Dragon's power, he needed Kaiba.
As Kisara poured out her frustrations, Alex pretended to listen intently, but his mind was elsewhere, already calculating the next steps.
"I don't know what to do," Kisara said, her voice breaking. "I feel so lost."
Alex leaned in closer, his expression sympathetic. "Don't worry, they don't understand, do they? The fans, the media. They don't understand the pressure. You're an incredible person, Kisara. You deserve to be with someone who sees that and who will be there for you."
Kisara looked at him, her eyes searching his face for sincerity. "Do you really think so?"
"Absolutely," Alex replied, his voice gentle. "Why don't you stay here for a while?" Alex suggested, his tone casual but persuasive. "You need a break from all that stress. You can clear your mind and figure out what you really want."
Kisara hesitated, then smiled politely and shook her head. "I appreciate the offer, Alex, but I think I just need some time alone."
Alex's eyes darkened slightly, and his tone grew more insistent. "No, really, you should stay. It's not safe for you out there right now."
Kisara's sense of unease deepened. "Alex, what are you talking about? Why wouldn't it be safe?"
Seeing her growing suspicion, Alex decided it was time to reveal his true intentions. "I know everything, Kisara. About you, Kaiba, and the Blue-Eyes White Dragon. Your ancient connection, the power you both possess… I've known for years."
Her eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about? You sound insane."
Ignoring her protest, Alex continued with fervor. "Forget Kaiba. Stay with me, Kisara. I will love you more than he ever could. And you will see, in time, you'll fall in love with me too."
Kisara's heart pounded with fear. "You're mad," she whispered, edging towards the door. "I need to go."
Alex's expression darkened, seeing through her intentions. "You're not going anywhere," he snapped, his tone menacing.
Before Kisara could react, Alex lunged at her knocking her out for several seconds. As she was struggling to regain consciousness, he ran to the desk and opened a drawer that had already been prepared with the kit for Kisara's kidnapping. Pulling out a cloth soaked in chloroform, he muffled her screams as he pressed the cloth over her nose and mouth. Panic surged through her as her vision blurred, and darkness quickly swallowed her consciousness completely.
As Kisara went limp in his arms, Alex gently laid her on the floor, his face twisted in a mix of triumph and twisted affection. "You'll see, Kisara," he murmured. "We're meant to be together. You'll understand soon enough."
He stood up, looking down at her unconscious form, and began making preparations to put his plan into motion. Kaiba would come for her, and when he did, Alex would finally have everything he ever wanted.
Hours later, Seto Kaiba was in his office, attempting to focus on his work despite the turmoil within him. His thoughts kept drifting back to Kisara, and he found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.
Suddenly, his phone rang, pulling him out of his reverie. He glanced at the caller ID, which was unlisted. Furrowing his brow, he picked up the call.
"Kaiba," he said tersely.
A rough voice crackled through the line. "Kaiba, I have something of yours."
Kaiba rolled his eyes, assuming it was a prank. "I don't have time for jokes. Who is this?"
The voice chuckled darkly. "This is no joke. I have Kisara."
Kaiba's grip on the phone tightened, his skepticism turning to concern. "If this is some kind of prank, I'll make sure you regret ever coming up with it. Who is this?"
The voice didn't respond directly. Instead, there was a rustling noise, followed by a faint, familiar voice. "Seto…"
Kaiba's heart skipped a beat. "Kisara?"
Her voice was strained, filled with fear. "Seto, don't come, it's Ale—"
A sudden scream echoed through the line, followed by a sickening thud. Kaiba's heart plummeted.
"Kisara! Kisara!" Kaiba shouted, his voice filled with a mix of panic and fury.
The line went back to the rough voice. "Now do you believe me, Kaiba? If you want to see her again, you'll follow my instructions to the letter."
Kaiba's grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles white. "What do you want?"
The kidnapper's voice was cold and calculated. "I want the Blue-Eyes White Dragon. Bring the card to the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Alone. No tricks, or she pays the price."
Kaiba's eyes narrowed, his voice deadly calm. "If you harm her, you'll regret it."
The kidnapper laughed. "That's up to you. You have one hour, Kaiba."
The line went dead. Kaiba slammed the phone down, his face contorted in rage. "Alex...," he growled through clenched teeth. His first instinct was to rush to her rescue, to tear Alex apart with his bare hands if necessary. But reason kicked in, reminding him that this wasn't his business. Kisara had a team of bodyguards, and the authorities could handle it. He clenched his fists, wrestling with the conflict inside him.
"She's not your responsibility," he muttered to himself, pacing the room. "You don't need to get involved."
But the thought of Kisara in danger gnawed at him, that annoying mosquito of emotion buzzing incessantly. He couldn't shake it off, couldn't ignore the urgent need to protect her.
"Dammit," he muttered, grabbing his duel disk. "Why do I always get myself into these messes?" He paused for a moment, a wry smile crossing his lips. "Probably because nobody else can handle it like I can."
With that, he stormed out of his office.