Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave to Love ❯ To Thrust A Thief ( Chapter 9 )

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Satire glared daggers at the blonde in front of her. Bakura had brought her to this broken down hut, tied her feet, wrapped her hands to the bed, and placed a scarf around her mouth. Things couldn't get any worse. So she thought, until she saw the psychotic thief Malik come in to give her a little company.

"Malik, where's the horses?" Bakura asked as he headed toward the bedroom door.

"Out back." Malik answered still staring at Satire.

Bakura left out the room to get the horses ready for the night, leaving the three alone (::Isis is there::).

"So, Cutie, what's your name?" Malik asked as he pulled the scarf down cautiously as not to get bit.

Satire continued to glare at him not answering his question.

Malik took his finger and slightly traced her cheek bone, "A quiet one, huh?"

Satire turned from his hand and spat into his face showing her great disgust for him.

Isis took her dagger and pushed it against the sensitive skin of the girls neck, "Do it again and I'll kill you." She threatened.

"Now, now, Isis, no need for threats." Malik stated as he wiped his face with the sheet.

"When Seto gets wind of this, you'll be in the slammer for sure mostly likely on your way to meet Anubis (::Egyptian god of the underworld::). "she stated with venom.

Isis laughed, "High Priest Seto? What makes you think `he' would care about a lowlife slave like you?"

Satire shot her a look, "Because I am his lover."

Malik and Isis stopped laughing and look at her with disbelief.

Bakura walked into the room and immediately noticing the unusual silence, "What happened?" he asked.

Malik frowned, "You take a high risk claiming something like that, Slave."

"Claim what?" Bakura asked in confusion.

"It's true." Satire shot back in her defense.

Bakura was growing irritated now with no one answering his question, "What is going on?" he just about yelled.

Malik stood up smiling, "We may have just found our ticket to all the gold we could ask for."

"How?"

Malik turned to Bakura with a mischievous look on his face, "This girl claims to belong to Seto."

"The high priest?" Bakura asked staring at the girl. He walked over to her and pulled up her shirt in the back.

"Hey!" Satire protested to the rude and unwanted intrusion.

Bakura frowned pulling back from the girl, "Yep, she has the priest's marking on her back."

Isis went over and took a look at the girl's back and sure enough there was the Egyptian markings of a dragon, which symbolized her belonging to the high priest.

"There's your proof," Satire ground out through clenched teeth, "and that girl you were so rude to in the town is the pharaoh's."

The three thieves eyes widened but then they each smirked wickedly at each other.

"I have an idea, Bakura." Malik said as he began to untie Satire from the bed, placing the scarf back around her mouth.

"I'm all ears." Bakura stated as he followed Malik out the room with Isis in tow.

Satire didn't like the feeling of this at all, `Maybe I said too much.' She thought worriedly to herself.

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"So he's your boyfriend?" Zaire asked after she'd gotten the whole story from Lavie about Bakura and her connection.

Lavie nodded her head.

Zaire looked down sadly, "You still love him don't you? That's the main reason you're going, the part about my friend is just that, a part."

Lavie looked at Zaire in surprise, but then looked away when she reasoned with herself that it was true.

"Are you mad?" she asked.

Zaire smiled and shook her head, "No. Why should I be? You have the right to love."

Lavie smirked and turned toward the river. They had gotten here quicker than she expected. She guessed it was because she had someone to talk too.

"Well we're here." She stopped in front of the river looking around for any signs of Bakura.

Zaire looked around frantically, "Where is he? He's the one that set the time and place, how can you be late for you own arrangement?"

"Correction. I'm right on time, my arrangement, my choice at what time to come." Bakura stated from behind.

Zaire turned angrily, "Where's Satire?" she asked.

Bakura smirked, "Right behind you."

Zaire turned and was caught by the neck where a cloth was put to her nose. She tried to fight it off, but she found herself becoming weak and tried. Soon the nauseating smell coming from the cloth consumed her in a world of darkness.

"Zaire!" Lavie shouted as she saw the young girl's body go slack. She turned to Bakura, "What is the meaning of this?" she ordered.

Bakura went up to her with a smug look on his face and grabbed her bringing her into a heated, long awaited kiss.

Once they left up for air, Lavie looked at him and glared, "Don't think that makes up for what you're doing now."

Bakura smirked, "Actually, I was hoping it made up for something else." He stated as he placed his hand on the bruise that had began to vanish.

She placed her hand upon his and brought him back into kiss, "You better not hurt them."

Bakura smirked once again and turned toward his horse jumping on to it and holding out his hand for Lavie, "You've become too soft."

"Don't remind me." Lavie stated as she took his hand and jumped onto the horse watching Isis closely to make sure she was handling the young slave with care.

Once they were all settled in, they set off toward the palace to receive the pharaoh's riches.

`This wasn't suppose to happen.' Lavie thought to herself as she leaned her head against Bakura's back.

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Yami sat on his throne slouched and bored.

"Yami will you stop sulking and do something useful?" Seto asked irritated.

Yami groaned and turned in his chair.

"Big baby." Seto whispered to himself.

The doors to the throne room flew open catching both males attention. Bakura walked into the room smugly along with Lavie, "Good evening Pharaoh." He said in a sickly sweet voice.

Yami growled, "What's this? The tomb robber turning himself in. This is a night to celebrate." He said in a sarcastic voice.

Bakura smirked before he broke out in full laughter, "You crack me up Pharaoh, ha ha."

Yami's eyes narrowed, "Then what do I owe this unpleasant visit?"

"I want your gold. I want you to let me into your golden chambers and take all the gold I wish."

Yami laughed this time, "And what makes you think I'll let you do that. I grow bored with you Tomb Robber. Guards! Arrest him."

"Hold on Pharaoh." Bakura stopped him holding up a hand, "You didn't see my end of the exchange." With that he clapped his hand signaling to Malik and Isis to enter.

Yami and Seto's eyes widened when they saw their loves' in the hands of those thieves. Yami growled looking at Lavie, "This is your doing. I knew not to trust you."

"Now, now, Pharaoh, no need to go pointing fingers. Just let us have your gold and no harm will come to them." Bakura stated sardonically.

Zaire groaned as she began to come out of her unconscious state. She looked around the room trying to become accustomed to it. Her eyes widened as she saw Yami and everything came rushing back to her, "Yami!" she shouted.

Yami turned to her, "Stop it!" he shouted to Malik as he held her in a choke to keep her quiet.

Yami turned to Bakura, "Fine," He said defeated, "but you are to let no harm to come to them, do you hear?" he shouted the last part.

Bakura nodded his head waving his hand at Malik to loosen up the grip.

Zaire coughed as she was given back her air.

Yami led them out the room and toward his parlor where he kept his gold. He opened the doors and let the thieves walk in.

The four thieves were amazed beyond belief at the amount of gold that accompanied every corner, every inch, of the room.

"Watch them." Bakura told to Malik and Isis as Lavie and he went to fill their bags with the precious luggage.

Once they had gathered all they could, they secured it on to the horses. Malik and Isis backed up to their horse still keeping the slaves hostage.

"I'll like to thank you for you cooperation, Pharaoh." Bakura mocked.

Yami growled, "This isn't over Tomb Robber."

Bakura smirked, "Ya." He yelled as he kicked the horse sending it off in a gallop.

Malik and Isis threw the girls to the ground and jumped onto the horse racing after Bakura.

Yami and Seto immediately went to their loves' aid.

"All you alright?" Yami asked Zaire.

Zaire looked at Yami and burst out into tears, "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have trusted her. Forgive me."

Yami shook his head, "It's fine. I'll get more gold, trust me on that one, but your safety is what concerned me the most. I'm not mad at you."

Zaire sniffed trying to calm down. She looked up at Yami and brought him into kiss, a long, passionate kiss that made Yami beyond aroused.

When they parted, Zaire wrapped her arms around Yami, "I'm tried." She whispered.

Seto picked up Satire who had began to become drowsy, "We should get them in. It's been a long day."

Yami picked Zaire up and they headed back to the palace, "I'm sorry your birthday didn't turn out the way you wouldn't, Angel."

Zaire smiled at the nickname and shook her head, "Actually, it was perfect. Just perfect." she stated before she let sleep claim her.

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Angelbaby: Wow! A long chapter, yeah, I'm good. Who's good? I'm good. This chapter was fun, a lot of fun. So if you like it as much as I did, please tell me in a review. Luv ya.