Kisara lay unconscious in the KaibaCorp hospital wing, her serene face a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within Seto Kaiba. For two days, he had not left her side, his usual stoic demeanor replaced with a rare display of worry. He sat by her bed, staring at her pale face, a storm of emotions swirling in his mind.

Guilt gnawed at him. He remembered how he had treated her, how his pride and anger had pushed her away. The memory of his harsh words haunted him. He had always prided himself on being rational, and controlling his emotions, but Kisara had a way of slipping through his defenses, making him feel vulnerable and exposed.

As he watched her, he felt a deep sense of regret. He had been so focused on protecting himself that he had failed to see how much she meant to him. He had pushed her away, and now she lay here, unconscious, because of his stubbornness and pride.

On the third day, Kisara's eyes fluttered open. Kaiba leaned forward, his heart pounding. "Kisara?" he called softly.

She blinked, focusing on his face. A smile slowly spread across her lips. "Seto..."

Kaiba felt a rush of relief, but he quickly masked it with his usual cold exterior. "You've been unconscious for two days," he said flatly. "You're in the KaibaCorp hospital wing."

Kisara tried to sit up, but Kaiba gently pressed her back down. "You need to rest," he said, his voice betraying a hint of concern.

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with excitement. "Seto, I understand now. Our connection… It's because of our past. My spirit, the Blue-Eyes White Dragon, has always been drawn to you. It's why I've always felt this way about you."

Kaiba's expression hardened. "I don't believe in that mumbo jumbo," he snapped. "Whatever connection you think we have, it's just a coincidence."

Kisara's smile faltered. "But Seto, it all makes sense now. Our spirits, they were always meant to be together."

Kaiba stood up abruptly, turning away from her. "I don't have time for fairy tales, Kisara. Get some rest. You need it." He walked towards the door, pausing for a moment. He didn't turn back to look at her, afraid she might see the fear and confusion in his eyes.

As he left the room, Kisara watched him go, her heart aching. She understood his fear, his need to cling to logic and control. But she needed to know more.

After her recovery, determined to uncover the truth, Kisara began asking around for an expert in ancient Egypt. Her search led her to Ishizu Ishtar, a renowned Egyptologist with deep knowledge of the past and its connections to the present. They agreed to meet, and Kisara felt a glimmer of hope.

Before the meeting, Kisara called Kaiba. "Seto, please, just this one more time. Come and listen to what Ishizu has to say."

Kaiba hesitated, his desire to see her again conflicting with his skepticism. "Alright, I'll come."

They met in a quiet, dimly lit room where Ishizu waited. Her presence was serene, her eyes filled with wisdom. As they sat down, she began to explain.

"Seto Kaiba, Kisara, your souls are intertwined with the past. Thousands of years ago, in ancient Egypt, you were bound by fate. Kaiba, you were a powerful priest, and Kisara, your spirit, the Blue-Eyes White Dragon, was your guardian. Your connection transcends time and space."

Kaiba listened, his face a mask of disbelief. "This is ridiculous," he muttered. "There's no scientific basis for any of this."

Ishizu remained calm. "The bond you share cannot be explained by science alone. It's a connection of the soul, forged through lifetimes."

Kaiba shook his head, standing up abruptly. "I don't have time for this. I've heard enough."

He turned to leave, and Kisara, frustration and irritation bubbling within her, rushed after him. "Seto, why can't you just open your mind a little? Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

Kaiba stopped and turned to face her, his eyes cold. "Because I live in the real world. Not one of myths and legends."

Kisara's eyes filled with tears, but she refused to back down. "You're scared, Seto. You're scared of what you can't control or understand. But that doesn't mean it's not real."

Kaiba clenched his fists, struggling with the turmoil inside him. He wanted to believe her, to embrace the connection they shared, but his logical mind resisted. "I'm not scared," he insisted. "I just don't believe in fantasy."

Kisara took a step closer, her voice softening. "This isn't fantasy. It's our past, our truth. Please, just try to see it."

Kaiba's resolve wavered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "I have work to do," he said curtly. "Take care, Kisara."

Kisara lost her patience. "Alright, since you're a man of logic and facts, let me break this down for you in facts." She stood before him and lifted a finger.

"Fact number one: nothing happened between Alex and me. The media exaggerated, as they always do, and I expected you of all people to understand this."

Kaiba said nothing. She was right, he himself was a target of the media's exaggerations and lies and felt stupid being led to believe their story about Kisara's relationship. He felt a huge sense of relief wash over him.

"Fact number two," Kisara continued, holding out the second finger, "what we had before the tour was amazing." Her gaze softened and she blushed. Nevertheless, she was looking him straight in the eyes. "I confess, I... I felt something more for you. And I do still."

A pang of joy and excitement shot through Kaiba, but he maintained his silence.

"Fact number three," Kisara began, lifting the third finger, the look in her eyes desperate. "Is there the fact number three, Seto?"

Kaiba stared at her. He wanted to deny it, to push her away as he always did, but he couldn't. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her, hoping that through that kiss, he could convey all the feelings he had been too afraid to voice.

Kisara responded, wrapping her arms around him, deepening the kiss. At that moment, all the fear, confusion, and doubt melted away, leaving only the undeniable connection they shared.

When they finally pulled apart, Kaiba rested his forehead against hers, his voice barely a whisper. "Maybe... just maybe, there's something to your facts after all."