|Between the Memories
Author: Failingwithstyle PM
What we didn't see in the memory world. A priest Seto x Kisara story set in Egypt of 3,000 years past.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Seto K. & Kisara - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,869 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 10-10-07 - Published: 10-02-07 - id: 3814984
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What we didn't see in the memory world. A priest Seto x Kisara story set in Egypt of 3,000 years past.
A/N: A bit of a rough opening, in my opinion. The main ideas happen later in the story. Just an intro that I hope is to your liking.
The winds blew cool across the dessert after the sun went down, with nothing to retain the warmth the earth held in the day time. Kisara shivered, her pale hair looking powder-blue in the moon light, the warmth and light left from her eyes just as it had the land.
She sat in a cage alone, men talking loudly about her not so far away. It was strange how her life had come to this, how quickly it had all changed, though she could hardly say it was surprising. Her life before this night may not have been ideal, but at least she had her freedom. Now her life was entirely in the hands of these men. They could sell her off, force her into things she had no say about, who knew what would happen to her.
She had always longed for a normal life, something that had eluded her due to her unusual looks. Now she would settle for what she had before. To escape beyond these bars. But how would she get out? Surely no one would waste the time on a girl like her.
She heard a rustling sound in the bushes. She looked up and saw a boy- he couldn't be any older than she was. He had tanned skin and brown hair that fell in his eyes just so perfectly. His eyes were dark, but in the glint of the moon light, she could barely make out their blue tint. He snuck up to the cage, fiddling with the lock that held the door.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Shhh. Saving you," he returned, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world to do. He didn't hide from her, or yell at her, or lock her in the cage. He walked right up to her and saved her. What a peculiar young man.
He looked into her eyes, and she felt something awake within her. She didn't know what it was, a strange and unfamiliar feeling, with strength unlike any she knew. Whatever it was, she was extremely grateful to her savior.
The distance quickly made itself between them as the horse traveled away.
"Seto," she whispered, saying his name again. She smiled. Seto; so that was his name. She liked the way it felt on her lips. Yet he was all ready gone from her life, just as it once again became her own life to live. She struggled to get the horse to change its direction, turning it back around.
She wanted to find this Seto and thank him properly. She noticed an ominous glow in the distance, a frown quickly forming on her face.
Seto sat outside what had used to be his village. All the others had left, at least those who had survived that is. The fire had burned out mostly, the dry houses had gone up quickly, and there was not much left to burn. The sun was also rising, casting light and eerie shadows across what had just yesterday been a lively village.
He walked in the direction he had seen the White Dragon appear last night. It had seemed to disappear into thin air, just as quickly as it had shown up. Surely, there must be some clue.
Seto couldn't say what it was that fuelled his search, but something told him he had to. He wanted so badly to find it, almost to the point of obsession. It was something that gave him a purpose, something to keep his mind off of reminding him of the terrible truth, even when it was staring him right in the face.
He looked up in surprise as a horse walked out from around a corner, probably searching for food. It was his horse, or at least it had been until the night before when he sent it away with the girl. It couldn't have come back on its own.
"Where'd you come from, boy?" he asked the horse, who turned back around and walked the way it came. Seto followed between the remains towards the outskirts of the village. There she was, on the ground. She lay a good distance from anything else, and was kept safe from the fire.
He rushed over to her, her hair looking such a pure white, Seto might have compared it to the color of snow had he known that there was such a thing. He brushed the hair out of her face, admiring the light, rare complexion of her skin. The gentle rise and fall of her chest showed she was still breathing. She looked so fragile, just lying there, and peaceful as she slept.
She stirred and her eyes fluttered open, the first thing her bright blue eyes seeing was Seto's darker ones. "Seto!" she said the instant she recognized him, pulling herself into a sitting position.
"I thought I told you to ride to the next town," he said, his face displaying no hint of emotion.
"I-" she began, not quite sure what to say.
"Thank you for coming back," he said, pulling her into an embrace. She blinked a few times in confusion, but relaxed in his arms.
Seto, having spent his entire life before now with mother who was always caring and compassionate, was quite used to showing affection in this way, a habit that he would lose in the future. He had just lost his mother, and his village... the world felt a lot less lonely with this girl in it. He held her closer for a moment, reassuring himself she was real, before letting go.
Kisara stared at him. This was a strange young man indeed. His eyes seemed much more alive now. At the surface they seemed happy and hopeful, but she could see that pain underneath it. Of course, she thought, looking at the burnt village beyond him. This had been his home, where his family must have lived... Those men had burned his village, the same men that captured her.
"I'm sorry," she said, looking at the town.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," he said.
"They burnt your village, after you saved me..."
"They would've done that anyway," he said, reassuringly. "And if I hadn't saved you, I probably would have been home by the time they attacked, and suffered an even worse fate." She looked up at him, realizing he was probably right. "Besides, then you wouldn't be free either," he smiled.
Kisara felt her heart melt. She couldn't help but return the smile. He had such a nice smile. Was he really so happy that she was there? Did he really think that she had somehow saved him? He stood up and helped her to her feet. They stood for a long moment in silence.
"What will you do now?" she asked.
"I plan to go to the palace," Seto said. "I wish to work for the country, perhaps help to stop people like those men from doing any more damage like this." He glanced sadly over the village.
"You seem to have put some thought into this," Kisara said.
"My father once did the same. He died on the battlefield when I was young, and I have long intended to step in and try and to the same for the country he once tried. Now I only have more of a reason for it," Seto said.
Kisara nodded. "You'll have a long way to go then if you plan to reach the palace," she said. "It's probably best we don't travel alone..." She was extremely reluctant to leave Seto again, and he felt the same, whether he chose to admit it or not.
He looked at her, a smile playing on his lips. "We should look around; see if there's anything the fire didn't destroy that we can take with us for the stretch of dessert ahead.
She smiled in relief at his subtle acceptance to her traveling with him.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Oh," she said, realizing that she had yet to introduce herself. "Kisara. My name is Kisara."
A/N: Please review!
Also, please check out my other stories, which are Seto KaibaxKisara fics!