Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave to Love ❯ Bargain With A Thief ( Chapter 8 )

Angelbaby: Oh my gosh, I'm actually updating. It's been so long. How long? About two years, right? It feels that way. ^__^. Sorry for keeping you all waiting, especially my favorite reviewer. Oh and thanks to you I have a total of ten reviews; you cannot imagine how joyful I am right now, so happy. YEAH!

O.K. so anyway I've kept you waiting long enough, here's the next chapter.

Don't own YuGiOh.

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"Uh, I want this. No, this. Wow, look at this."

Satire shook her head laughing at Zaire's antics as she ran from shop to shop admiring the items each shop held for sale.

"Satire, come over hear. Look at this." Zaire yelled to her as she waved her hand frantically for the girl.

Satire walked over to the stand and looked at the card that Zaire held in her hand, "So?" she asked not at all interested.

Zaire rolled her eyes, "It's a dark magician girl. A very rare magician card."

Satire looked at her still not catching on.

"I want to get for Yami." Zaire explained.

"Ohhhhh." Satire stated in understanding, "Why? He might already have it."

Zaire held the card with care giving the man her money, "Nope. The man said it's one of a kind. Besides, wouldn't mine be more…special?" she winked.

Satire rolled her eyes but nodded knowing it to be true.

Zaire giggled and continued to walk through the town admiring her card.

"Zaire, watch out." Satire told her before she crashed into a man in a hooded robe sending them both to the ground. Satire placed her hand over her face shaking her head, "You should really start paying attention to where you are going."

"I'm so sorry, sir." Zaire apologized as she helped the man up. (:: She always apologizing, the little trouble maker::)

He pulled his hand away from her sternly and glared daggers at her, "Don't touch me, you disgusting slave."

Zaire was taken back by the man's rudeness, "I said I was sorry." She stated sadly.

"Get away from me." He said as he pushed her back sending her back onto the ground. He snorted at her and proceeded on his way.

"Rudeness." Satire yelled at him as she helped Zaire up, "and I thought Lavie was the most disrespectful person I'd ever meet."

At that name the stranger stopped in mid-pace and hurried back over to the girls.

Satire dusted Zaire's outfit off riding it of the filth that clung to it.

"Did you say, Lavie?" came a husky voice from behind them.

Satire glared at the man, "What's it to you?"

The man growled, "Answer the question, Slave." He said as he took a hold of her arm.

"You have not right or command over me. Now release me at once." She ordered sounding just like Seto.

The hooded figure took out a dagger and pushed it into Satire's sensitive skin hiding it from all eyes, "I'll ask but one more time. Where's Lavie."

Satire whimpered the blade was becoming painful in her side.

"She's at the palace." Zaire answered becoming frightened for her friend's health.

The man turned to her pushing Satire away. He went over and grabbed Zaire by the front of her shirt.

She cried out as he jerked her forward. He removed his hood barely so only she could see his face. His silver looks shadowed his eyes, but she could still see that they were a dark brown.

She winced at his strength around her shirt; he held it tightly making it wind around her neck in a painful choke.

"She resides in the palace?" he restated the information in a form of a question making sure he heard right.

Zaire nodded her head, "Why?" she choked out.

The man took his dagger and placed it near Zaire's stomach, "It doesn't matter. Is the palace heavily guarded?"

Zaire nodded.

The man smirked, "Then you're going to have to help me get in there."

Zaire's eyes widened, "I can't do that. I don't even know you."

The man laughed, "Oh, you know me, I'm well known around here. You may know me mostly as the most wanted man in Egypt, but I prefer Tomb Robber or…"

"Bakura." Zaire whispered softly completing his sentence.

Satire's eyes grew large. If she'd known who the man was she would have yelled for the guards immediately, but now that Bakura had Zaire in a position of life or death, she couldn't risk it.

"So, what do you say about helping me?" Bakura offered once again pushing the dagger deeper but not breaking the skin.

Zaire whimpered and nodded. She didn't want to but maybe if she just agreed, then he'd let her go and she could forget the whole thing.

"Perfect," Bakura stated as he placed Zaire down and put his dagger away, "and to make sure you don't go back on our deal, I'll just hold her in safe keeping." Bakura smirked as he grabbed Satire.

"Let me down." She screamed as she kicked Bakura who swung her over his shoulder.

"No." Zaire cried hoarsely, still out of breath from Bakura's strangling, as she reached for her friend.

Bakura snarled and reached for Satire's pressure point knocking the girl on conscience before she made a scene. He turned to Zaire and pushed her away with his foot.

He stood above her with his hood fully on again, "I want you and Lavie at the river by night fall and we'll make the switch, got that?"

Zaire nodded with tears and her eyes.

Bakura turned and walked away.

Zaire struggled to get up, Bakura had did a powerful blow to her stomach when he kicked her making it hard for her to stand and even harder for her to talk.

She swayed as she made her way back to the castle, tears running down her cheeks. What was she to tell Seto when he asked where Satire was? If she told him, then they would plan an ambush and surly Bakura would probably be suspecting that and would most likely kill Satire for her betrayal to him. She couldn't risk that.

As the palace came in sight, Zaire sped up her stride hoping beyond hope that Seto would not be present on her journey to find Lavie.

She opened the doors slowly looking around cautiously. She walked into the main entrance and stood against the wall leading into the next hall. She looked around the corner and was relieved to see it was a clear shot to her room.

She ran to her room without interference and shut the door quickly in case anyone saw her in her hast.

"What are you doing?" asked a voice for behind.

Zaire turned and just about broke out in tears at the luck of Lavie being in her room.

She ran over to the girl with a fresh batch of tears streaming down her face. She fell on the girl weeping out her frustration and sorrow.

Lavie not knowing what to do cautiously patted the girl's back with hesitation and awkwardness.

Once Zaire had slightly settled down, she looked up at Lavie, "Oh, it was awful. He was so rude and Satire was rude back. We didn't know it was him and we stated your name and he took Satire and now he wants you in exchange for her, I didn't know what to do." This sent Zaire in a new wave of tears.

Lavie continued to pat the girl's back slightly confused at what she just said, "Who was rude and took Satire for me?" she asked.

Zaire sniffed, "Bakura."

Lavie stiffened, no, it couldn't be, but…

"What's wrong?" Zaire asked feeling the change in the girl's posture.

Lavie took a hold of Zaire's shoulder, "Zaire, tell me what he said." She ordered trying to be calm.

"He said to meet him by the river, the Nile since it's the closes I suppose, by night fall and we'd exchange, you for Satire, that what he said." Zaire said watching the girl intensively, "Will you go?"

Lavie sighed, "I suppose, I mean it is because of me your friend is in this predicament."

"But you can't go," Zaire cried out as she launched forward onto Lavie, "you just can't I'll miss you. You've become my friend, my mentor, my mother." She said the last part silently and sadly.

Lavie smiled, she been doing that a lot lately since she met this girl, she thought only Malik could make her smile. `Malik.' She did miss him and Bakura no matter how much she denied it, "Come on now, what did I tell you about being a woman. They don't show every emotion they feel."

"This birthday has turned out to be the worst," Zaire sniffed as she sat up, "Will you tell Bakura thank you for that when you see him?"

Lavie's eyes widened, she felt even guiltier. She smiled slightly, "What about you and the Pharaoh?"

"Huh?" Zaire looked up questioningly.

"You know what you two did on the balcony." She smirked playfully.

Zaire turned a bright red, "How'd you know about that?"

Lavie rolled her eyes, "Heard Pharaoh keep whining and complaining about how you two didn't finish because of the `damn shadow realm'. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was, but," Zaire looked down sadly as she remembered why she wasn't able to tell Lavie, "you were occupied at the moment."

Lavie looked down in shame, "You saw that then, huh?"

Zaire nodded her head.

"I'm sorry." Lavie said for the first, yes first, time in her life.

Zaire's eyes widened, she never expected to hear that from Lavie's mouth. She smiled and shook her head, "Don't be, it's your life."

Lavie smiled slightly, "Well not just for that, for everything I've put you through over the…how long have I been her?"

"Not even two weeks." Zaire said sadly, "Which is why I don't want you go."

"But, your friend, don't you want to get her back? Surely she is more important to you than I am."

Zaire nodded, "I know, but no one is ever more important to me than some one else. I care for each person I meet equally. You're my friend."

Lavie blew a sigh, "Stop. You're gonna make me cry."

Zaire laughed, "That'll be a sight to see."

Lavie laughed too. She shook her head, "That does it, I have to get away from you. You're making me change way too much for my own liking."

At that she got up and proceeded toward the door. She turned to Zaire who was still sitting on the bed watching her, "Come on, we have to go get your friend. It might be a while before we get to the Nile and dawn is soon to come."

Zaire scurried off the bed and raced after Lavie who already left out of the room.

She caught up with her and they continued to walk out the palace and toward the Nile.

`Well life, here I come, back to reality.' Lavie thought a she sighed.

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Angelbaby: Wow, didn't expect that to happen. How long has Lavie been at the palace, I know it's longer than a week, but less than two? Oh well, I'll have to go see. This thought intrigues me.

Well in the mean time, please review and thank you to everyone who made having ten reviews possible, next up fifteen. Luv ya.