Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave to Love ❯ Mistakes and New Startings ( Chapter 3 )

"Can you stay out of my way?" Bakura said irritably as he bumped Lavie out of the way.

"Only if you tell me what your Ra damned problem is." Lavie said back equally irritated.

Bakura had been ignoring and acting distance from her the moment they left the hut to go on their routine tomb robbing. He didn't even so much as look at her when he spoke to her, which was scarce to none. He would tell her `here' or `move', but nothing that would actually strike up a conversation.

Becoming frustrated with his antics, Lavie went over to Bakura and stopped him in his prowling through the gold, taking his hand and looking deep within his eyes she asked, "Please tell me what is bothering you."

Bakura pulled his hand away, "Nothing." He stated going back to his pervious task.

"Fuck, Bakura," Lavie huffed, "WHAT is your fucking problem. I can't do anything about it if I don't know what to do."

Bakura continued to dig through the gold ignoring her.

Lavie shrugged her shoulders, "Fine," she stated, "I give up." With that she threw her hand in the air in a defeated gesture. She went back to her `post' to look at the jewels that were so nicely embedded within the walls.

"You would think after so long, old feelings would just disappear." Bakura randomly stated.

"What's this? We speak?" Lavie questioned sarcastically still facing the wall.

"What do you still feel for him?"

"For who?"

"Don't play dumb with me."

"Malik?"

Bakura stopped what he was doing to turn and stare at Lavie, "Who do the fuck do you think?"

"Don't get bitchy with me Bakura, I'll shove this tool right up your ass." Lavie fused picking up her dagger for emphasis.

"Do you still have feelings toward him?" Bakura repeated.

"Of course, he's my best friend." She stated in a `duh' matter.

Bakura growled in aggravation, "You know what I mean, that kiss didn't look like a `just best friends kiss' form my view."

Lavie turned her head to avert her eyes from Bakura, so this is what was bothering him. The truth finally comes out. "Is that what you are so angry about?"

"Answer my question first." Bakura said, he was losing his patients fast.

Lavie got up to walk toward Bakura, "You know I only have feelings for you."

"Hard to believe when I see that."

"One kiss?"

"You forget we got together by you cheating on him with me."

Lavie sighed, he had her there, she couldn't argue that. "So?"

Bakura turned back to `his' gold, "So he can't stay, they are both leaving, no questions asked."

Lavie's eyes widened, he couldn't do this, "Just because you have trust problems, means they have to suffer? They have no where to go Bakura." She shouted angrily

Bakura shot daggers at her with his eyes, "No, because you have a whorish problem, that is why they can't stay. Besides he left before and was just fine." Bakura stood up to stretch to signal the end of the conversation, but Lavie refused to let it end there,

"You can't do that Bakura. You have no right, who do you think you are?" she shouted.

Bakura walked away heading toward the exit, there was a lot of treasure in this tomb, he figured he get some nourishment first.

Lavie grabbed Bakura's arm, "Don't walk away from me."

Before either of them knew it, before it could be avoided, there was the sound of flesh on flesh action. Lavie raised her hand toward her face nursing the stinging pain and bruise developing there. Her eyes were wide with astonishment, never had Bakura touched in such away as to bring harm to her.

Bakura was speechless to say the least, he never meant to hit her; he never ever wanted to hurt her in any way. Before he could form words in his mouth she was gone. He watched motionless as she fled from the tomb. What had he done?

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Lavie ran until she became weary and languished. She sat on the ground to catch her breath. She still couldn't believe Bakura had hit her. She drew her knees up to her chest and rested her head upon them and folding her arms around her knees.

Several minutes passed before she heard the sound of scuffing sand behind her. Refusing to lift her head, she simply waited for the stranger to pass by.

"Do you weep?" asked a soft and gentle voice, almost musical and unearthly.

She lifted her head to see who had disturbed her solitude. She came face to face with a beautiful girl, whose eyes rivaled those of the pyramid's gold, her hair that of the darkness of nights and her skin could be compared to that of Egyptian sand.

Lavie frowned showing disgust for the girl, it was clear by her clothing that she was no more than a slave, the lowliest of people, yet she had the beauty of a goddess.

Huffing Lavie stated, "No, I do not weep. I would never."

The girl smiled, "There is nothing wrong with crying. It is nothing to be ashamed of."

"I…Don't…Cry." Lavie pronounced. She began to stand, this girl was aggravating her, and she needed to get away.

"What happened to your face?" the girl asked. Lavie stopped, was it that obvious already?

"What about it?" she asked actually curious to its description.

"Well…" the slave stopped to think of a way to explain it, "it's quite bruised, a red swell I'd say. A purple ring seems to be form around it. It resembles that of a slap. Did some one hit you?"

Lavie sighed it was worse than she thought, "It's none of your business. You should learn not to be so nosy."

The girl gazed down at the ground in an apologetic manner, "Please forgive me, I did not mean to be so meddlesome. I guess my inquisitive nature got the better of me, pardon me."

Lavie waved it off; this girl had quite a vocabulary to be a slave, "For get it."

The girl smiled, "By the way, my name is Zaire," she reached her hand out in greeting, "what's yours?" she pulled her hand back immediately covering her mouth, "sorry." She said shyly.

Lavie stared at her, she smiled slightly, then started laughing; she couldn't help it, this girl was cute, like a sweet, innocent child, she couldn't help but like, "My name is Lavie. I'm curious, how old are you, Zaire?"

"Huh? Oh, I should be sixteen moons in five suns." She beamed.

Only fifteen, just as she suspected, a child, she herself was three moons her equal, but this girl seemed far more mature in her years. She smiled at the girl, "What will you do for your birthday?" she questioned wondering how a slave would take this day.

Zaire laughed becoming excited by the thought, she turned and began to walk back to the palace with the girl in her follow, "Well, my friend Satire said to leave everything to her and she would make my sixteenth a sweet one. And now I have befriended the pharaoh and- "

"You have become friends with the pharaoh, the one who put you into enslavement?"

Zaire stopped and looked at Lavie shaking her head, "No, no! Pharaoh Yami is not my master. He does not own me." She continued walking once again. Lavie listened intently; she thought the pharaoh owned all the slaves.

"No, my master is Master Pegasus, but he lends me to his son Duke for…entertainment." She became quieter at this sentence. Lavie felt a tinge of guilt for bring it up…just a tinge.

"Wow, I would had thought you virgin. So you have become friends with the pharaoh and believe him to probably do something special for you birthday?" she questioned changing the subject.

"Yes." Zaire smiled, happy the topic was of new.

Lavie thought for a while pondering on one thing, "What if your master forbids it and think it better for you to `spend' time with Duke on your birthday?"

"…"

Lavie waited for the answer that never came, the girl either seemed to muse over the possibility or dread the thought never occurring.

Lavie shrugged it off. It was none of her concern. They continued to walk. Why was she following this girl any way? As they walked a while longer, Lavie stopped as a great sight befell her, there in the distance stood the greatest sight she would ever see. The palace stood a mighty empire, marked with royalty and riches, wonders and riches, gold, jewels…riches.

Zaire stopped and turned toward her guest, "Will you join me in the castle?" she asked hope in her eyes; she always loved having a new friend.

Lavie was speechless, she, a tomb robber, was being invited into the place of Bakura's dreams, his one goal in life to steal from. `Don't think of Bakura.' She scolded herself.

"Well," Zaire interrupted her thoughts, "Shall we?" she smiled.

Lavie looked at the palace, she then took a glance back at the distance behind her toward her home, she turned back to Zaire and smiled, "We shall."

Angelbaby: Well there's my update for now, I have my baby cousin screaming in my ear right now for anyone who cares. So please review, got to go.