Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Daughters of Egypt ❯ Dark Look ( Chapter 9 )

Daughters of Egypt 10:
Dark Look
Author's Notes: This is going to be a story that we will base a doujinishi off of. There will be romance, action, occult, rape, lemon, drama, angst, and insanity. This story will at times deal with some very intense situations. You have been warned heed our warning and heed it well.
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I t was midday when they decided to break back into the palace to steal Nichol. They knew the halls would be deserted save a few guards and slaves. They stuck to the shadows, careful when a guard walked by. They finally reached the Pharaoh's bedchambers and crept in, looking around for Nichol. They didn't see her anywhere in the room but heard water splashing against the walls in another room so the crept into the bathing chambers.

In the middle of the room was a large bath with steam coming from it, rose petals floated on top. They looked around the room when they heard a gasp and whirled around to see Nichol's back to them. They could clearly see the scars on her right should before her hair covered it up.

"Hello Bakura, Sarah," she said without even turning around.

Glaring at Nichol, Sarah just looked towards the wall. Bakura, shaking his head at Sarah's reaction and walked forward pushing Nichol's hair aside.

"These," he said softly touching the scars. "Where did they come from?"

Loosing her temper once more Sarah snapped, "Who cares! Anyways since we're on schedule and it's the fucking middle of the day, Nichol this is the last time we're even gonna try with you, Are you coming or not? If so hurry up if not well tell us so we can leave and quit wasting out time."

Sarah was trying to act like none of this was bothering her, but her golden eyes said otherwise, inside she was crying.

"I leave and the pharaoh would unleash his wrath," said Nichol. "Besides if you hate me so much why do you keep coming back?"

Sarah just snorted and stormed out of the room. Nichol climbed out of the water and wrapped a sheet around her body. She turned around and was surprised to see Bakura still there, however her eyes quickly returned to emotionless.

"You stayed," said Nichol softly.

"Yes," said Bakura moving to stand beside her.

"Why?" asked Nichol softly.

"To talk to you," he said softly.

Making her way out of the palace Sarah wandered the streets of Cairo lost within the memories of her past.
Flashback****************************************************
"Freak!" shouted a black haired boy who was chasing a small lavender haired girl beating her with a work pail, other like him followed throwing rocks and sticks at her.

"Go back to your stable freak!" shouted a girl.

Tripping on a rock the lavender haired girl curled into a ball as the group of children beat her, tears flowed from her unusual golden eyes.

"Wimp," a boy shouted has he kicked her in the stomach.

"What the hell are you doing?" shouted a taller silver haired boy.

"B-Bakura," stuttered the boy.

"Alik," said Bakura coldly his face emotionless. "Have you forgotten whose turf your on."

Bakura smirked and pulled out a good size, thin blade; he twirled it between his fingers.

"S-Sorry," the boy said bowing and backing away, jumping as he ran into a taller boy as Bakura's gang arrived.

"Just what were you doing to this beautiful young lady?" asked Bakura nodding in Sarah's direction.

"Um, well, w, we…" the boy stuttered.

"Che," snorted Bakura with a flick of his wrist his blade sheathed itself in the small boy's flesh.

Gasping the boy slumped over, "Sorry, so sorry."

Sliding off the ledge he was sitting on Bakura walked towards the small shaking girl.

"You have a name fox?" he asked blushing slightly.

"S-Sarah," she said softly.

Smiling Bakura gently gripped her chin with his thumb and forefinger tipping her head from side to side.

"They did a number on you," he whispered. "You'll heal, my name's Bakura, you have a family, a place to stay no?"

Shocked Sarah didn't know how to react to a guy who just stabbed someone.

`Does this guy have a split personality or something,' thought Sarah.

"Hello," Bakura said waving his hand in front of her face.

"Oh, sorry un no I don't," she said softly blushing

"Well you can stay with me and them," he said winking and pointing a thumb back at the guys.

"Okay," she said quietly.

"Well then," he said happily. "Rule number one never show assholes emotion its bad."

Bakura smiled and helped the younger female to her feet while draping an arm around her shoulders and leading them all away into an alley while laying down the rules.
End of Flashback**********************************************
Blinking away her tears she said softly, "Nichol just doesn't understand."

She headed off toward the slums as night began to fall.

"What about?" asked Nichol.

"You don't know how I meet Sarah do you?" asked Bakura circling her.

"No," said Nichol. "She never told me."

"Some boys were beating her on my turf," said Bakura softly.

"Let me guess you killed one of them to make a point."

"You know me well," smirked Bakura. "That is why she has a problem opening up come back with me."

"I can't," said Nichol moving away.

"Yes you can," said Bakura grabbing her.

"I leave and he will kill those that work at your mother's brothel."


"He doesn't know about it."

"Some of his guards are regulars there."

"That means nothing," said Bakura. "We can protect ourselves you've seen us."

"I will not have the blood spilled of anyone, because of my actions. I care to much about you, Sarah, and your mother to allow that."

"Nichol," said Bakura after a moment. "You never did answer my question about your scars."

"I'm his doll, he does with me as he pleases, even if he is a bit passionate during," Nichol faltered blushing softly. "Sex, not that I mind." She said quickly. "Bakura, I'm confused, he doesn't treat me like a slave or anything. I, I, think I'm in love with him. Please understand," she said softly looking into his eyes pleadingly.

"I didn't take you for the sadistic type," he said softly sitting down. "I see but…"

"Its Sarah isn't it?" asked Nichol cutting him off.

"Well yes and no its complicated," he said gazing confusingly at the stone tiles of the floor.

"You," she said.

"Hhhmm," he turned his gaze from the floor to her.

"You never told me how you got these," she said touching the scars on his right cheek.

"Its nothing to concern yourself with," he snapped his eyes flashing.

She pulled away and flinched.

He sighed his eyes softening, "Sorry lil sis, lil kitten, but it's unimportant and brings back bad memories (As/N: does anyone know how Bakura got those scars in the past?). Well sis I better find Sarah, explaining this will be difficult to explain especially to her."

Bakura got to his feet and hugged Nichol before disappearing through a window. With a sigh Nichol walked back into the Pharaoh's bedchambers straight into Yami.

"Pharaoh," said Nichol surprised.

"Little one," said Yami grabbing her arms. "You should be careful who you talk to."

"You are out of your meeting early."

"Good thing too," said Yami backing her into a wall. "I don't like it when other people touch what is mine."

"I don't know what you are talking about," stammered Nichol.

"Don't play dumb with me," smirked Yami. "What does that thief mean to you?"

"He is like a brother to me," said Nichol wincing when he tightened his grip. "You are hurting me."

"I'm sorry pet," whispered Yami pressing his body against hers. "You are so sensual straight from the baths."

Yami nuzzled her neck, licking it eagerly. His mouth trailed up her face and he started licking her eyelid.

"I want you."

"Your other meeting," said Nichol softly.

"I cancelled it."

Yami reached up and began to stroke her cheek tenderly. A soft purr came from Nichol's throat.

"Good girl," whispered Yami removing the sheet.

As the sheet slid down her tanned body Nichol sighed softly nuzzling Yami's palm. He then ran his hand through her soft damp hair, turning her head she ran her tongue up his wrist and across his palm. Groaning at that action Yami pressed her flush against himself enjoying the feel of her soft breasts against his chest. His hands slide up her arms and around her back.

"Little one," whispered Yami in her ear.

Nichol gave a soft meow and ran her hands up his chest, pushing the cape off his shoulders. She began to kiss his shoulder biting it every now and then. Yami chuckled and undid the belt around his waist allowing the material to pool around his hips. He pressed her against the wall, wrapped her legs around his waist.

He grinned and ground himself into her hips without entering. She whimpered softly has his hands slide up her body and grabbed her wrists.

"I want to show you something little one," said Yami in her ear. "I want to show you what happens when someone else touches you."

Yami growled softly and grabbed her so he could pin her on her stomach on a table. He then grabbed a dagger and cut her right shoulder again, she bite her lip against the scream.

"Little one," whispered Yami. "You are a good obedient girl."

Yami grinned and licked her blood for awhile, before flipping her onto her back.

"A very good girl."

Walking through the dimly lit streets and taking a bite of an apple, Bakura made his way to an old tavern where he would find Sarah.

"She is probably drunk off her ass," he muttered walking into the tavern past the scum and whores he sat down at a table as the owner placed a goblet of his regular drink down in front of him. He heard erotic and seductive music began to play and watched musicians play, torches went out though around the small dancer platform there were still some lit. Women walked out barely dressed and elaborately painted and began the evenings show.

After the group performance Bakura scanned the room once more and spotted a suspicious person with quite an elaborate cloak to the untrained eye it looked normal, but on closer inspection it was of fine fabrics and woven silk embroidery.

`Hhhmm only nobles and royalty have access to that kind of fabric,' thought Bakura.

He watched as the man grabbed his goblet. He saw it, a flash of gold armband with the crest of the royal house.

"Interesting," said Bakura to himself.

Then the music started again a slower more exotic mix of bamboo flutes, drums, and harps. To Bakura's shock Sarah, alone walked out her body bathed in a glimmering oil and scantly dressed in a thin white skirt with slits running to he upper thighs and a thin see through shawl. It showed her bare supple breasts, her wrists, ankles, and upper body were adorned with gold paint and jewelry. Her lavender hair was adorned with golden ribbons and beads.

Bakura sat dazed as he watched his friend dance, feeling a deep surge of jealousy at others looking hungrily at her body. He then turned back to the mysterious man. A majority of his face shadowed by the hood of his cloak his mouth was slightly open in awe.

Always watching Sarah dance and twirl seductively, Bakura made his way to the cloaked man's table. He sat down next to him Bakura started a conversation even though the man was out of it.

"She beautiful isn't she Prince Yugi," said Bakura slyly.