Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yugioh, or any of the characters represented in the following story. The poems are mine-consider yourselves warned!
He stared at the window for the umpteenth time that day. His thoughts were chaotic, a very uncharacteristic state for him.
He was as tidy and efficient in his thinking as he was with everything else in his life.
His current situation made no sense. Sighing, he pushed all thoughts of stirring eyes away. Why couldn't he forget?
Rain continued to pour, sliding sadly against the window panes. He looked around. Everything was in perfect order...naturally. So why couldn't he concentrate?
This did not happen to him. Emotional soppiness was not a disease he suffered from...it was for the imbeciles he felt surrounded by sometimes-those who allowed each decision to be swayed by
their pathetic concept of emotions. Not him, though. With him everything was logical, reasonable, straight-forward, calculable...except, of late...
This was so wrong! Why couldn't his heart stop beating so fast? Why did he seem to have a permanent blush etched onto his cheeks? Why couldn't he stop any of this from happening?
He looked in passing at the Blue Eyes Cards on his desk.
Their eyes glittered mysteriously, familiarly...with some sort of unspoken understanding. He shook his head. They were just cards!
Thunder roared from the sky and a bolt of lightning tore at the sheet of clouds.
Kaiba moved away from the window.
He huffed in indignation, recalling some of the non-sense that Yuugi constantly seemed to be spouting. The boy had a few good screws loose. Ancient life, indeed. He really could not think of a
more preposterous allegation. There was only one life time. And good riddance!
He looked again to his desk, concentrating on his Blue Eyes. It was true that they were his favourites...but that was more to do with the sheer force and grace with which they dealt damage than
anything else. Lightning sparked again, behind him, giving the merest hint of shine to the cards on the table.
Past lives, high-priests...these were foolish notions with which he had no intention of concerning himself.
A flicker of blue caught his eyes, and he moved closer to the desk.
There was indeed, an odd glimmer in the eyes of his dragons.
'Must be some weird light effect.'
He blinked. He could've sworn the dragon on the card just moved
"I must be getting really tired" he said putting the cards back on the desk.
The skies roared once again.
The third lightning bolt saw him hit the floor, Blue Eyes grasped tightly in his hand.
'Eyes that glimmer in the midst of the darkest night,
Soul that has wandered for aeons, searching for its master
Hands that trembled for years, longing to touch you again,
Tears that fell through the ages, for the sake of one who believes not...'
Kaiba opened his eyes, feeling more than dazed, and somewhat nauseous.
He tried to stand up, but his legs refused to listen.
"Where...?" he managed to rasp out before a pair of gentle hands raised his head slowly and gave him to drink. He hadn't realised how parched he was.
"How are you feeling?" the voice sounded familiar and yet he could not see a face.
"Who...?" his eyes refused to focus on the person before him; all he could make out were a pair of
deep blue eyes, filled with tenderness.
"You are tired...Rest!"the woman murmured pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead.
He felt his eyes close again.
The voice was there again: soft, breathy, almost ethereal.
'Because I always was a part of you,
And we both knew that couldn't be...
Still I never can regret
Forfeiting the chance to live.
Because I gave you everything I was,
And you loved me till the end...
I turned my soul away from peace,
To see you smile again.
And though it always, always warmed my heart
To see the man that you've become,
Despite the ages you chose me again,
Not knowing what would come.
Today, as always, I am by your side,
You called upon my soul once more,
I will protect you with my very life,
As I have done before...
Still when the shadows come to pass you will
Deny you've known all this,
And you'll forbid yourself to understand,
The past that came to be.
But now you know, my dear, I am gone,
And ne'er alive again I'll be
Still I'll keep watching over you,
Until the heavens disappear.
Granted it was, my dearest wish,
To always be with you,
Still I must selfishly ask now,
Please, darling, turn away your eyes
So you won't see
The shadows of all that once was,
All that remains of me...
Spend not more years, vainly searching
For one who disappeared.
Just let me love you from a distance,
Give up forgotten years.
And when the right time comes to pass,
Then you shall come to see,
It's there, in the other's eyes,
The loving part of me.
And so I pray for you, my dear,
That you will understand...
When you see me'n another's eyes
Reach out, and grasp her hand.
Seto opened his eyes. The lulling tone of the melody was entrancing...infinitely beautiful. He took a good look at the girl singing. She couldn't have been much older than him.
Her head was slightly bent, silver hair falling forward, spilling on the sheets. Her skin glowed softly in the pale moonlight.
Still, the most striking feature were her eyes. An endless shade of the blue of summer skies...they were regarding him kindly, almost reverently.
Once more he found his mouth had trouble working.
"You are feeling better?"
He nodded briefly.
She brushed a kiss on his bangs. He stiffened.
Her eyes filled with sadness.
"You...do not remember me..."
He shook his head.
"That is alright. It is better so."
"Who are you?"
"Someone who has loved you for a long time now."
He was transfixed, and found himself completely unable to respond.
"It is quite alright. You need not fear me. I shall not harm you."
"Where am I?"
"Sadly, I cannot tell you this either...for I, myself know not."
Seto was beginning to get somewhat aggravated. He did not like his questions going unanswered.
She clasped his hand gently.
"There is not much time..."
"Until it is all undone. Forgive me..."
He was confused, torn between tearing his hand away, or offering her comfort. What were these feelings she awakened in him?
"Do I even know you?"
Come to think of it...she did look familiar...
"Seto...just for a little while, I wanted to come back."
Come back from where?
"I know I made the choice a long time ago...but I couldn't stand it anymore."
"What are you talking about?"
She looked down.
"You cried for me that day, I know you did; and it hurt more than anything to know I was the cause for your tears."
Seto looked at her disbelievingly. Poor woman was crazy.
He hadn't cried since...since...even he could not remember.
"But..." she continued, voice laced with tears "but...you forgot me. Even when you came back, and saw it all again. You forgot me. You refused to remember me.
You couldn't even look at me!" Her voice was bitter.
"Came back? Where? How can I remember you if I don't know you."
"But, you do know me..." she raised her eyes to his "Seto...did I anger you?"
"When you found out who I was...were you angry with me?"
"Who you were...?"
"I see...you haven't allowed yourself even that memory..."
"It is alright...but could I ask that you grant me one request?"
"That depends. What sort of request would that be?"
She looked down, and he blushed noticing their hands were still entwined. Somehow it seemed beyond his power to take his hand away, though.
"Set...please...be happy. I want you to be happy."
"What kind of request is that? Furthermore how do you know I am not?"
"Set please. Stop looking for what is no longer there. Your heart is ready to love another...you are ready to love another."
He flinched recalling the words of the song.
"What you sang earlier..." he asked breathily. "Why did I know that song? Why have I heard it so many times in my dreams?"
"Because I've tried to tell you: stop looking for me. I am here, with you ...but you must move on."
"Move on? This doesn't make any sense."
"Set, please stop arguing!"
"Why are you calling me Set? Stop it!"
Her eyes hardened.
"You will always be Set to me, no matter how many years pass."
"Please Set...Seto...just promise me. Promise me you will stop denying everything. Even if you never remember me, it's alright...it's alright...just be happy."
She tightened her grip on his fingers.
"Promise me. I need to know Seto. I need to know." her whispers were broken.
"You want me to promise to do something that I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about?
"No. You know exactly what I mean, and I want your promise that you will do it. Love, please love..."
"Love is an unnecessary emotion."
"No Seto...you are wrong. It is the strongest emotion there is."
"Very well...if I make this promise to you...then what?"
"Then you shall have to keep it."
"And how do you propose I do that?"
"When you'll see her, you'll know."
"The other that loves you."
"There's an 'other'?"
"Yes. She will be for you what I could not. She will smile for you where I could not...comfort where I cannot...live for you, where I've died."
"Died? You mean...you're dead! I am talking to a ghost?" he exclaimed "I must be losing my mind"
"It is your heart you are losing, Seto. That is why I came to see you...that is why I plead that you promise this to me."
"Promise... to love someone other than a woman I do not recognize, who is dead."
She flinched at his tone.
"Yes. Love her."
"Right. And what if I refuse?"
"I cannot do anything to one I've died to protect, but you will suffer." she brushed his cheek gently.
"You will suffer so..." a tear slid from the corner of her eye, scarring a silver trail into her face.
He didn't understand why, but his thumb reached out and brushed it away.
These motions...so familiar. These feelings...surfacing...they felt oddly well-known.
"And if I promise?"
"Then I shall finally be able to rest in peace. My soul has wandered these five millennia..."
"Wherever you took me to." her eyes glimmered familiarly.
He couldn't place his finger on it as to why, but he was relieved she was not crying anymore.
"So this is my fault? "
She shook her head. "It's no-one's fault. It is all how it was meant."
"Please, no destiny speeches."
"Very well, so say I promise. Now what?"
"Do you or do you not?"
She sighed happily.
"Thank you Set..." leaning forward she placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "It is almost time now..."
"For you to return."
"This was a dream?"
"No. This was my goodbye."
"Where are you going?"
"My soul shall be laid to rest."
"Where was it before this?"
"Always in your hands...along with my heart."
Kaiba couldn't understand the sense of bereavement that began to flow inside of him, nor why, indeed, his body moved of its own accord and drew the girl close to kiss her gently.
"I will always love you." she whispered against his lips.
"I don't know why...but I am inclined to say the same..."
She smiled mysteriously.
"The time is almost come."
"Wait...you haven't told me your name."
"It is better you do not remember it. I fear it would cause you more grief."
The room began to blur, the girl's eyes deepened in colour. She kissed him once more then let go of his hand, moving away.
"Goodbye Seto...remember your promise. Thank you for everything."
"Be happy, my dear." The room swirled away in a mixture of colours finally fading to black.
Seto opened his eyes slowly. He was in the office, lying on the floor.
'I must've fallen and hit my head. That would explain the dream...and the headache.'
He began standing up, musing silently on the image of the girl. Why had she seemed so familiar?
And why had she called him Set?
The word triggered an unspoken emotion, and his mind began playing back images of a familiar past.
He flinched at the onslaught of memories rushing to his head: a girl with incredibly coloured silver hair, and impossibly deep blue eyes. An inferno of blazes
burning up a village. A promise...a touch...realization...understanding...death...
"Kisara?" he whispered shakily.
He looked at the Blue Eyes cards in his hand. The girl from his dream smiled back at him, tears
streaming from her eyes:
The cards began to slowly dissipate into the very air before him. The woman's form faded along with them.
The Blue Eyes cards were no more; in their stead only a soft glow remained.
Author's Note: I really apologise for the formatting- for some odd reason it refused to do the lay-out like I wanted to. Anyways this is for Neisha and Spirit of Innocence who are always encouraging me. Also Simply Alex, THE-REAL-MYSTIC, Sailor Star Super, Bakabaka 135, Meatballheadedprincess 13, Angels-do-Exist, orangepencils, Ryouki's Slave, Brichan 16, Nightfall 2525, Tea/Anzu fan, Sxc Saphire, TenshiYoukaiNeko, buubles05, googlebear, Doctor Meowzie, r0gue lebeau, overthoughT, PretJb4Eva, and the many others who have been kind enough to ever review. You are all truly appreciated just so you know. Thank you !