Legend of the blue eyes

Chapter 5

"Observe, Mr. Kaiba, the fruits of our laboring research!" Seika shouted, raising her arms. As if pulled by invisible wire, a giant stone tablet rose from the floor to her left. It depicted an Egyptian carving of a Blue Eyes White Dragon. "The Blue Eyes Ka of the blue-haired Kisara of Egypt, imprisoned for 5,000 years."

Another item rose from the floor, this time a large jade statue of a Blue Eyes White Dragon shaped as if it were flying strait up from the ground, which was positioned to the right of her.

"The Blue Eyes kenpei of the white-haired Kisara of Japan, imprisoned for 2,500 years." Seika continued, running her fingers across the smooth surface of the sculpture. "And now, the Blue Eyes life-force of the silver-haired Kisara of America. Together at last."

"What do you mean? There's only one Kisara and she laying there next to you!" I shouted pointing to Kisara, who looked at me sadly, desperate for the help I couldn't give her.

"No, you arrogant bastard, you're wrong!" Seika barked, surprising me with that language. "There are 3 Blue Eyes White Dragon life-forces. Each one of the carriers, mainly Kisara, was killed. The Egyptian was protecting you're former self, the Priest Seto and the Japanese was protecting you other former self, the great Samurai Seto. With their deaths, their life-forces were sealed within ancient containers by an evil entity in hopes of using them to destroy the world."

"And we will succeed where they have failed." Bakura chimed in, walking over to the stone tablet. "Now that we have obtained the third, we will be able to summon the Ultimate Blue Eyes Ka Dragon."

"Patent pending, Mr. Kaiba." Seika said with a laugh, which infuriated me.

"You set me up, didn't you? This whole time you were just getting information for your boyfriend so he could get a hold of Kisara. You even let that kidnapper into my mansion, didn't you?" I screamed; everything was starting to make sense.

"Disabled the security system on my way out." She said in a singsong fashion. It sickened me.

"You kidnapped her father to lure her to me!" I added with hatred.

"Kidnapped and killed." Bakura said, chuckling to himself. I heard Kisara gasp.

"You even offered to let us stay at your house as a so-called friendly gesture, which actually turned out to be a death trap." I continued, completely maddened by how much thought was put into their elaborate scheme.

"A pre-determined death trap, right you are, Mr. Kaiba!" Seika replied in a mocking tone that angered me to the core.

"I can't believe I fell for your 'employee of the month' get-up. You're sick and twisted, nothing more." I spat.

"That's what I love about her." Bakura said with a lusty growl.

"And now, I'm going to show you how twisted I really am. Meanae!" At her call, a brown haired girl sporting a thorny whip came out from the shadows. It, like the ninja, resembled a Duel Monster's card. This one looked like Dark Scorpion-Meanae the Thorn. "Strike Ninja, return."

The ninja obeyed, retreating to Bakura's side.

"Now, Meanae, don't kill her. I don't want to harm that beautiful dragon life-force of hers." Seika said with a smirk, at which the girl nodded and struck, catching her whip across Kisara's back. It ripped through her flesh and left a trail of blood across the floor. Kisara's scream pierced the air and she lowered her head, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Kisara!" I cried, running to her.

"Strike Ninja!" Seika barked, at which the creature ran at me, stealthily disappearing only to reappear behind me, his sword to my throat. "I want you to watch, Mr. Kaiba, watch and listen. Meanae, again!"

I cringed as the whip cracked and struck Kisara again, causing her to scream on agony even louder than before.

"Stop…" I choked, unable to bear the torture they were subjecting her to. "Just stop it!" I screamed, pulling away from the ninja's grasp and running over to kneel next to Kisara. The whip, however involuntarily, struck my leg and I stifled the cry of pain that attempted to escape my mouth. Kisara looked up at me, eyes glassy and faded, with such helplessness that I felt the pain all over again and groaned with that feeling, clutching my bleeding leg. This must have triggered something in Kisara's soul, for her eyes glowed blue and she collapsed onto my chest.

A stream of blue light was coming from her body; collecting above her and connecting with two more that were shooting out of the ancient artifacts.

"Yes! Come out, Blue Eyes White Dragon!" Seika shouted, taking out a familiar rod from behind her back.

"That thing belonged to that freak Marik!" I yelled, recalling seeing him with it during the Battle City Finals.

"He may notice it's gone. After he gets out of the hospital, that is." Bakura said with a maniacal laughter that rang throughout the room.

The lights above us were now twisting and contorting around each other, forming a solid shape. Finally, with three screeching roars the Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon made its presence known.

"At last!" Seika said in awe, staring at the sparkling beast. "The Ultimate Ka beast…It's beautiful…"

With a wave of the rod, more chains came up from the ground and encircled the dragon, creating a collar around its neck to which they were all connected. It roared and struggled, but no amount of power could break the binds. I turned to Kisara, lifting her lithe form away from my chest.

"Kisara?" I whispered, coaxing her with a shake. There was no response.

"Her soul is connected to her life-force, meaning she couldn't move if she wanted to. She is weak without her dragon." Bakura explained, approaching the monster. "Truly marvelous…"

"You will obey me, dragon." Seika said, holding the rod up to the dragon's center head, whose eyes were glowing with the same light as the rod. In that instant I remembered the vision I'd had when I first heard Kisara call me 'Priest Seto': I'd seen myself with that rod. It was only a long shot then, but it was all I had to work with, so I gave it a try.

"I know for a fact that that rod used to belong to the Priest Seto, and since you're so convinced that I'm him, perhaps I should be taking it back!" As if of it's own accord, the rod flew out of her hand and into mine, ceasing to glow.

"What? That's impossible!" Seika yelled, staring at me with a look of sheer terror.

"Remember, Seika, you said yourself that nothing's impossible." I said with a smirk, walking over to her slowly. She backed away into the wall, giving herself nowhere to go.

"You can forget about that raise, bitch." I said, swinging the rod into her temple. She flew a few feet and landed on her side, blood trickling from the side of her eye. I spat by her body. "And take a permanent vacation."

I approached the dragon, perhaps not as cautiously as I should have, and touched the collar. I pulled back only to realize that the binds were disintegrating. As they did, the dragon nudged me lovingly and disappeared, leaving me with only Kisara's still form. I knelt down next to her, able to lift her now that the chains were gone.

"Kisara?" I whispered, hoping, praying to any god listening that she would just wake up and be all right again. "Kisara, wake up."

"Mmmnnn…Seto…" She replied, slowly opening her eyes.

"Kisara, you're alive!" I said, smiling. She smiled back, putting her hand on my cheek. I held it there; she was so cold.

"I'm holding on to my everything." She said, her smile slowly fading as her eyes drooped closed. That was the first time I ever cried. I cried and held her near to my heart, staining my coat with blood. A door slammed, and I assumed Bakura had escaped, taking Seika's body with him. But I didn't care all I wanted-all I needed was she.

"They took you away from me," I said, picking her lifeless corpse from the floor and leaving that wretched place. "…But now I'm taking you home."