Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave to Love ❯ Catching, Loving, And Remebering ( Chapter 20 )

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Yami sat at his council table letting his mind wonder to his actions of the previous night. He didn't understand why he felt such a strange feeling toward this girl. A small, very small, part of him felt slightly bad for doing what he did to the girl, but why? Why did he feel this way? It was what she deserved for doing what she did. Showing up in his room soak and wet as the small droplets of water drip from her perfect golden body and pooled around her feet. Her hair slicked back, it usual blackness enhanced making the golden streaks stand out even more amongst the raven-haired beauty.

Yami licked his lips dreamily. Beautiful. That was the only way to describe Zaire. Beautiful, a creation from the heavens. How he would love to hold her in his arms and kiss those soft rose petal lips that were so ripe and inviting. Those lips that beckoned him to take them and claim them as his.

Yami shook his head. Where had all that come from? He couldn't think of the slave in that matter. She meant nothing to him; just a good lay for the night. That was all, nothing more.

Yami pushed all thoughts of the girl from his mind and tried to focus on the meeting. The councilmen were talking about a disruption in the realm. He knew of this problem and it was a very serious dilemma, but still that girl stayed on his mind.

`Maybe I should check to see if she is O.K. I was a bit rough.' Yami thought to him self.

`Madado.' He shouted in to his mind.

`Yes, Master?' the duel monster responded.

`Go check on Zaire. Make sure she is in as little pain as possible.'

`Yes, Sir.' The magician responded before leaving the mind of the pharaoh.

Yami sighed, `Maybe now I can concentrate. I'll check on her later.' With that in mind he went back to focusing on the meeting a hand.

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Mana held the injured girl in her lap allowing her hand to move through her hair in a motherly fashion. She had sensed the girl's pain and had immediately come to her aid.

She looked up as she felt the spirit of the dark magician materialize in the room.

She frowned, "Your master has gone mad." She said with anguish.

The magician nodded as he moved to sit next to his lover, "For give me for not being able to help. It is my duty to protect my master and not yours, I'm afraid."

She looked at him with widened eyes, "Are you to say I have fail in my part as a protector?"

He shook his head and wrapped his arms around her waist, "Not at all. I simply imply that if I could I would punish the pharaoh for what he has done, but it is not my place for I must do nothing but protect him."

"I should punish him, but my mistress still feels for him in her heart and wishes not for his harm." She said as she looked down onto the face of the girl.

Madado placed his hand beneath Mana's cheek and brought her into a breathtaking kiss.

"I will keep Yami under control, I promise. For you." he said as they parted.

Mana smiled slowly as a tear slipped from her eye. She looked back down at the girl as she stood. She looked to Madado as she took his hand and dematerialized from the room.

Zaire woke to the sudden felling of loneliness. She looked around her before sitting up.

"Ahhhh!" she cried as a searing pain in her lower half caught her off guard.

She then remembered what happened the night before. She let a few tears run down her cheeks at the memory of the one she loves treating her so unkindly.

She got up slowly from the bed, being very cautious of her body. She went into the bathing area to wash the dried blood from her legs and inner thighs. She sat in the tub relaxing her aching muscles.

She smiled slightly as she recalled the time when she had to work a long day and once she went to Yami's room he had a rose petal trail leading into the bath and candles everywhere. He had smiled at her as he stood before her in a robe. He had smirked seductively as he undid the rope of his garment and let it fall from his shoulders and onto the floor standing in all his glory. She had walked up to him and ran her hands along his chest kissing him with all the passion in the world before letting the kisses trail to his neck-shoulder- chest- stomach- and finally her main goal. Yes, the night had been truly wonderful.

She massaged her shoulder as she stood to get out. She dried off quickly still cautious of her pain. She walked back into the main room. She looked to her clothes that had been brutally ripped from her body. She sighed as she searched for something else to wear.

She found an outfit that seemed to be laid out for her. It was a cream tunic that reached down to her ankles. The sleeves extended to her elbows and the belt was made of twine. The clothing was loose and to say the least quite unattractive.

Zaire frowned, "He really doesn't want anyone to touch me, does he?" she said as she looked around the room for something to cut the fabric with.

She smiled as her eyes came in contact with a small sword, "To bad, my pharaoh, because I sure as hell am not going out wearing that."

She took the blade and fabric and began to cut away at it. Once she finished she smiled at her creation. She held a piece of fabric with perfectly cut edges. She took the material and tied it around her bosom making a knot in the back and allowing the remaining fabric to drape down her back. The piece left her mid-drift and upper body exposed, covering nothing but her breast. The other part of the tunic she made into an angled skirt using the twine to support it. The skirt was short on her right thigh but gradually gain length as it reached her left ankle.

She smiled once again at her new outfit as she headed out the door and toward Satire's room.

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"WHAT!?!" Satire exclaimed after Zaire told her about last night. Well, she didn't tell her all of last night, just the part about her and Devin.

Zaire smiled at her friend's shock, "Yeah, it was great." She responded hoarsely. Her throat was very dry from the screaming she had done last night and it caused her voice to come out in weary waves.

Satire sat back and folded her arms as she nodded her head, "I bet. From the sound of your voice, you must have been quite the screamer last night."

Zaire blushed lightly, laughing nervously. She nodded, "Yeah." She cleared her throat becoming aggravated with the deepness of it.

They both turned to the door as it began to open. Satire's eyes began to sparkle as they came in contact with her lover.

"Seto." She cried as she jumped up and tackled him, kissing him all over.

Zaire smiled, "I guess I'll be leaving."

"Oh, don't. I'm sorry for interrupting." Seto said as he softly pulled Satire away from him.

Zaire shook her head, "No, please, it's fine. I was just leaving. I said what I needed to say."

"You sure?" Satire asked.

Zaire nodded. She turned to leave, "What's Yami doing?" she asked as she paused at the door.

Seto put his finger to his chin thoughtfully, "Well, there was this big commotion. Everyone running around all excited talking about they've finally caught him."

Zaire looked at Seto curiously, "Caught who?"

Seto shrugged, "With this much excitement, I'd have to guess Bakura."

"Bakura?" both girls said in unison.

A thought occurred to Zaire, "Seto, could I watch the verdict?"

Seto nodded, "Sure, just don't get caught."

Zaire smiled, "I won't."

With that she left out the room and made her way to the throne room. `I hope she is there.' She thought to herself as she entered the room carefully hoping not to get caught.

"It seems we have finally caught the two great thieves Bakura and Malik." Yami said as he sat upon his throne chair, "You have any thing to say before your sentence is carried out?"

The two thieves smirked devilishly, "You're a arrogant bastard and a sorry excuse for a king." Bakura said to him.

Yami growled, "You would be wise to hold your tongue, Tomb Robber." He said in a low deadly voice.

"But you asked us if we had anything to say." Malik reminded him.

Yami was growing irritated by the minute, "Guards! Take them to the cells. They shall be killed in the mourning."

"Why not do us in now?" Bakura asked.

Yami smirked, "Don't test me." He said as he watched the two being carried off.

Zaire continued to watch from her post becoming sad that her old friend was not to be seen.

"You're not suppose to be in her are you?" came a voice from behind.

Zaire turned quickly coming face to face with two girl's in slave attire but the shirt held a hood that was currently hiding their face. She frowned, "Well neither are you."

The girl who spoke to her took her arm and carried her out of the room.

"Let go of me." She commanded as she hit the girl's arm.

The girl let go and looked at her placing her hands on her hips, "You can tell that you belong to the pharaoh." She said as she removed the hood of her outfit.

Zaire's eyes widened, "Lav-"

The girl quickly placed her hand over Zaire's mouth looking around for any by passers. She took a breath as no one was in sight. She then removed her hand and placed the hood back on.

She nodded, "Yes, it's me, but keep it down. I'm undercover. You wouldn't want me to get caught would you?"

Zaire frowned, "Maybe I would."

Lavie looked shocked, "Come now. Don't tell me old scars still hurt."

Zaire shook her head, "No." she turned to the other girl, "Who's she?"

Lavie looked to the other girl, "This is my friend." She bent closer to the girl, "Isis." She whispered.

Zaire nodded a hello to the girl. She looked around at the guards that started to exit the throne room, "What name?" she asked trying not to give away the girl's identity.

Lavie smiled, "Not sure. We'll come around to that later though."

Zaire nodded as she began to walk with the girls. She turned to Lavie and asked, "So what exactly are you doing here?" she questioned with her hoarse voice.

"Mission." Lavie said bluntly.

Isis elbowed her in the side, "Do you think that is wise to tell her?" she asked.

Lavie shrugged, "She's cool. Besides we need her to get the key."

"Key?" Zaire asked. Her eyes widened, "You're here to get them out of jail, aren't you?"

"Smart girl." Isis complemented her.

Lavie nodded, "Yep. The plan was for them to get caught and us to bust them out. However, that's all we can tell you."

"How come?" Zaire asked desperately.

"That's all we know." Lavie responded.

"Oh." Zaire looked down, "Well, I don't know how you except me to get the key."

Lavie looked at her, "Have you forgotten about Yami?"

Zaire looked at her sadly, "What makes you think Pharaoh Yami will give me the key?"

Lavie rolled her eyes, "You're his lover. Just talk him into it."

Zaire shook her head, "I'm his slave not lover."

Lavie looked at her questionably, "When did this come around?"

Zaire shrugged, "I don't know. It all happened so fast. After you left we got together, the best six months of my life. Then one day he said the realm was out of control and he didn't know what to do so he was going to go pray. Later I went over to the temples to see him. We hugged but then he pushed me off so coldly. Called me a slave and told me never to come near him. Ever since then he's been avoiding me. Then one day he bumps into me and acts like he's never seen me before. Later that day Pegasus tells me that the gods told him to give me to Yami as a slave. Yami made me his pleasure slave still acting like we've never met. Last night he raped me. I…just…don't know what to do, how to feel." Zaire said as tears began to pierce her eyes.

Lavie frowned, "I guess that explains your voice."

Zaire smiled slightly and nodded.

"Oh well," Lavie stated, "I guess we'll have to find another way to get in."

Zaire sighed, "Listen, I have to go meet someone. I'll see you later."

Lavie nodded as the girl turned and ran down the hall.

"I hope you're right about her, Lavie." Isis whispered to her.

Lavie smiled, "I am don't worry."

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Yami made his way down the castle halls feeling very happy about capturing the thieves. He turned a corner and quickly jumped back at seeing the girl that had been plaguing his mind the hole time. He quietly looked around the corner watching the girl as she hugged a guy with dark blue hair and brown eyes. He shuttered at the faintest feeling of déjà vu.

"Hey, Zaire." the boy had said.

Zaire smiled, "I've missed you, Devin."

Devin, so that was his name. Yami had a big hunch that he had a lot to do with the sperm found on Zaire's leg yesterday.

Devin shifted nervously, "I have to tell you something. It's been on my heart a lot lately and after last night…well…"

So he was right. It was this Devin kid.

"What is it?" Zaire asked as she wrapped her arm around the boy's neck.

Yami was seeing red. Did he not specifically tell that girl that no one but him was to touch her or she to touch anyone one. Maybe he didn't make that part clear enough.

Devin took a breath as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He placed his head upon hers, "I…I…um…I love you, Zaire. With all my heart." He said after a moment's hesitation.

Zaire looked into his eyes feeling her heart began to race and flutter. She smiled at him, "I love you…as well."

Devin smiled triumphantly as he took a small ring from his pant's pocket, "I know it's not much, but I did have to sell arm and leg to get it. I hope you like it."

Zaire looked at the ring. It was a solid gold with small crystal's that spelled out her name. Zaire's smile was more brilliant than the sun golden rays, "It's beautiful. It's amazing, Devin." She said with excitement as the blue-haired boy placed the ring on her finger.

Zaire examined the ring not noticing that the finger the ring was placed on was the same as the finger that had held the mystery ring as she had named it.

Devin took Zaire's hand and led her out of the hallway.

Yami growled as his teeth scraped against each other. He walked over to where the new couple once stood and swooped down to pick of the ring that had fallen from Zaire's finger.

As he touched the ring, images of him and Zaire ran through his mind. They flooded through him making him dizzy. What were all these visions?

Yami stood, holding his head as he closed his eyes trying to keep the world around him from spinning. He lay against the wall allowing the pictures to continue to fill his mind until…darkness.

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Nephtys smiled as she looked into the mist that showed Devin and Zaire inlocked in a passionate embrace and Yami's tired body hunched against the wall.

She turned to Pegasus a devilish grin spreading across her face.

"It is time."

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Angelbaby: Whoo hoo! Yeah baby. So I think there is like either one or two chapter's left. Some of you maybe extremely happy, the other's probably sad. I hope there is more sad then happy. I hope you enjoyed it and will tell me about it. You know if everyone who reads this chapter would review, I would have a lot of reviews and would be very happy. Free bishises for all of those who review. Luv ya.