Legend of the blue eyes

Chapter 4

I stood there, slightly in shock and awe as Kisara crushed herself against my chest, holding tightly to me with her arms around my waist.

"Kisara, what's wrong?" I asked, completely bombarded by confusion.

"I'm afraid, Seto." She looked up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You almost got killed in that elevator and it's all my fault!"

"But Kisara, you saved me." I said softly, putting my hands on her shoulders (it felt awkward just to keep them at my sides, however, the whole situation was already rather awkward to begin with).

"What if I can't do it again? What if my powers don't work?" She sobbed, burying her head in my chest once again. "You could die because of me."

"You came to me for protection, didn't you?" I asked not nearly as softly, pulling her away from my body and forcing her to look at me. "Well, didn't you?"

She nodded.

"Well, then, my protection you will have." I said finally. "Don't worry about me, Kisara, you just worry about yourself."

"But…" She whispered, hugging me closely again.

"Not 'buts', we'll be fine. I'm sure that Chemo and the others back at the mansion have captured the thing who tried to get you." I said, not so sure even myself.

"It's not human, it can't be stopped." She whimpered.

"Yes it can, and it will be." I reassured. "I promise, Kisara."

I didn't know then that I would come to regret those words as I threaded my fingers through her silky silver locks, pulling her closer to myself. All I knew was that for some reason she meant more to me than life itself. I was never one to believe in love at first sight, but when I saw her that day in my mansion I knew she was special. As cherished by me as the Blue Eyes White Dragon that I held so dear.

Things seemed to move of their own accord that night; I remember her lips against mine on more than one occasion and I remember the smoothness of her skin against the soft cotton bed sheets. I can also remember her curling up against me and feeling secure, like a dragon's wings had enveloped our bodies to protect us from harm. I especially remember hearing the words 'I love you' as we drifted off to sleep. But what I remember the most was waking up that morning, tangled in sweat-drenched sheets…alone.

I rolled off the bed, panic-stricken, and changed back into my work clothes, noticing that Kisara's discarded clothes were gone. Making my way to the door, I turned the knob to exit, but the door was jammed. I frantically pushed and pulled at it, but to no avail. I then attempted to bust it open by banging my shoulder against it. When that didn't work, I became fed-up and impatient enough to kick the door down. It jolted out from the grip of the chair that had been wedged under the outside knob and I ran out of the room just in time to hear Kisara scream my name. I glanced down the hall to see her being carried off by a…ninja?

"Kisara!" I called, running after them. I followed them around a corner to find that they'd vanished. "Kisara!"

"Mr. Kaiba! Over here!" I turned to see Seika in front of another door in the hall. "Follow me."

She beckoned me down an old wood staircase to what must've been a basement. She flicked on the lights and there I saw Kisara, on her knees and chained to the ground. The ninja I'd seen was standing behind her, armed with two small swords. He resembled a Duel Monsters card I recalled being named 'Strike Ninja'.

"Seto!" Kisara called, tugging at her binds, which glowed with an eerie ultraviolet light whenever she pulled on them.

"Kisara!" I ran to her, but as I did the ninja swiftly knelt down next to her and placed his swords dangerously close to her neck.

"Now, now, Mr. Kaiba. We wouldn't want you to release her and spoil our plans, now, would we?" Seika said, walking casually past me. The ninja shook his head. "I'm very disappointed in my Strike Ninja, Mr. Kaiba, you see, he usually doesn't give his victims enough time to scream."

She circled around the two, stopping next to the ninja.

"You've gotten sloppy." She barked at him, causing him to cringe.

"What's the meaning of all this, Seika?" I shouted, a million thoughts and questions racing through my brain. Why Kisara? Why Seika? Why me?

"You don't believe in 'Hocus Pocus nonsense', Mr. Kaiba, meaning you wouldn't understand why we kidnapped her." Seika said, chuckling to herself. "She has powers far greater than even she can imagine."

"And we intend to take them for ourselves." A dark voice said. Out of the shadows came a familiar silhouette…Seika's boyfriend. He looked strangely familiar to me.

"I know you!" I said. "You're Bakura, you lost to Yugi in the Battle City Finals!"

"That's quite a rude way to remember me, however it doesn't matter. You won't remember anything when you're dead." He growled lowly, his voice floating around the large room.

"Now, Bakura, we agreed not to kill him until after the ceremony." Seika reminded him, and he pouted slightly.

"Well, all right, but make it quick; I've been wanting to wring that expensive neck of his since I first laid eyes on him…" That comment did not comfort me, and neither did the menacing smirk that he threw in my direction.