Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Flying With the Birds ❯ Missing ( Chapter 2 )

Emmy: Alright, here's the next chapter! Oh, and the OCs are based on people from and RPG I attend! Like Iyuna for instance is helping me write and her character's in the story.

 

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“The prince is missing!”

 

The loud cries were heard all throughout the palace that morning. Servants stopped to stare, some trying to comfort the panicking Princess Elizabeth. She was throwing quite a tantrum as she stomped through the palace.

 

“What on earth is wrong with you?!” snapped Queen Mai as she shuffled down the grand staircase, a cranky Anzu following her. Elizabeth gave a wail, causing everyone to wince.

 

“Prince Ryou is gone!” she exclaimed. The queen raised an eye brow.

 

“Gone? What do you mean gone?!”

 

“I mean I can't find him anywhere! He's not in the kitchen, the dining room, the stable, the library, the church, the grand hall—He's missing!” She took a deep breath and pointed into the Prince's bedchambers. “And look!”

 

Queen Mai, Anzu and the servants crowded around, letting out gasps as they looked upon the room. Furniture was toppled over, as if a tornado had gone through, leaving everything thrown on across the floor.

 

“So what? He has a messy room?” Anzu said crossly. “He probably ran away!” Elizabeth turned to glare at her.

 

“Why would my Ryou dear run away?” she asked through gritted teeth. Before the girls could continue Mai cut them off.

 

“What is that?” she asked, pointing to the door. “On the inside.” A small servant scuttled into the room, and came back clutching a long, jagged dagger in his hands, along with a note.

 

Elizabeth was the first to snatch it away from him. She studied it closely for a moment before giving an unexpected cry and falling to the floor in a dramatic faint. Quickly servants ran to her aid.

 

“Let me see that!” The queen ordered, taking the note. She read aloud, “Pharaoh, you have been chosen to participate in the biggest game the world has ever seen. Whether or not you wish to does not matter, for the pawns have already been set, and the pieces are moving. If you wish to get back what you've lost you must bring the agreed treasure to its resting place when Ra sleeps. The hourglass has been set, time is running. Let the game begin.”

 

There was a long silence before Anzu spoke up, “What does that mean?”

 

Queen Mai narrowed her eyes. “…I do not know. Perhaps I should ask my husband…”

 

“Excuse me, Ma'am?” Mai looked back at the servant, who was still holding the other item in his hand. His big reddish eyes looked up at her, frightened. He raised the blade up, letting the Queen see what was engraved along the side. Anzu looked over her shoulder.

 

“Tekb?” she asked aloud.

 

“No, no, it's T.K.B.” The Queen corrected. “What in the name of Ra is T.K.B?” The servant holding the dagger raised his hand.

 

“Yes? What is your name servant?” she asked. She'd never seen a servant quite like him before. He had such…odd hair.

 

“I am Yugi your highness,” he said, bowing low. “My highness…we do not speak his name…” The servant glanced around at his fellow servers and they nodded. “He is from far away…almost a legend…from a city of ghosts…”

 

“Oh just spit it out!” ordered Anzu. Yugi nodded.

 

“He is a thief, but not just any old thief. He is the champion of the thieves, the King of Thieves. Thief King Bakura.”

 

“A Thief King? The Thief King has taken Prince Ryou!” the now conscious Elizabeth cried, causing the servants to gasp and whisper.

 

“Quiet you lot!” Queen Mai ordered. “Princess Elizabeth do try to keep your wits about you. I'm going to speak to the King. Until then continue your day as you normally would!” Silently everyone went back to work. Princess Elizabeth sat down fanning herself and dabbing the large tears from her sapphire eyes.

 

The queen and Anzu made their way down the large corridor leading to the Pharaoh's chambers.

 

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It was quiet below the sands of the desert, in the underground den of the Thief King. A lonely young man, around the age of twenty, stood in the middle of a room lit by oil lamps. A blindfold covered his eyes. All was still. He raised the knife in his hand and after a moment of concentration, threw forward at lightening speed!

 

He didn't expect to hear a squeal of fright. Jumping, he turned around quick and slipped off the blindfold, ready to strike, but calmed, seeing his leader standing in the doorway. A terrified looking Bam stood by his side, the knife centimeters from his face.

 

“You're getting better Malik,” the King said with a smirk. He stepped into the room. Malik gave a lopsided grin and Bam scowled.

 

“Watch it! You almost killed me!” he huffed.

“Wouldn't that be a blessing?” Iyuna replied, pushing past Bam. She slipped off her head scarf and let her pure black hair slide out. Bam continued to scowl as he took off his own mask, showing his short black hair.

 

“Oh don't be sore Bam. What? They made you be watch dog again? Or did you get caught singing on the job?” Malik asked. Bam rolled his blue-grey eyes, but blushed in embarrassment. He hated it when Malik teased him about his singing.

 

“Oh it's even worse than that,” Iyuna replied. “Bammy boy decided he didn't want to `miss out on the action' so he decided to join us. His screams for help woke up the Prince's guard!” Malik looked shocked.

 

“Did you still get the Prince?” he asked, giving Bam a quick disapproving look.

 

“Right,” Marik said, entering the room. In his arms he carried a pale boy with moonlight colored hair. He was bound, gagged, and apparently unconscious. Malik stared for a moment. He hadn't expected the Prince to look like this at all.

“I heard he was puny, but what's wrong with his skin?” Malik asked.

 

“Excuse me, what do you mean?” Iyuna shot Malik a glare. Malik flushed, glancing up and down her own light tan body.

 

“You're not as dark as us, but you're still colored Iyuna. He's just…white!”

 

“So is his hair, how odd. It's like yours Bakura,” Marik commented, glancing at their King who was slouched down in a chair with his arms behind his head. Marik, being Bakura's second and command, and possibly the only person he really trusted, was the only one aloud to call him by his name so casually.

 

“Yes it is odd…” the King mused to himself. “Truly, this Prince is a rare treasure now isn't he? Not at all like his Father…” Bakura's eyes suddenly narrowed.

 

“He looks small but he bucks like a horse!” Bam replied, rubbing the bump on his head. Bakura smirked and studied the boy for a moment, eyes looking over every inch of his body.

 

“…He looks almost like a girl,” Malik pointed out.

 

“A flat-chested girl,” Iyuna commented, slipping some water from her fox-skin canteen.

 

“Oh, and your one to talk?” Bam murmured.

“Excuse me?!” Iyuna barked.

 

“Would you guys knock it off?” Marik growled. “All you do is constantly fight. Malik and I are brothers and we don't even fight as much as you!”

 

“…You two are brothers?” Bam asked. Iyuna gave him a whack on the head. “Hey! What was that--?!”

 

“For being an idiot,” she replied. Malik shook his head exasperatedly. He removed the headscarf from Marik's head, revealing tall, sandy spikes. Malik's own hair was the same sandy color, although much less wild. His long bangs framed his face nicely, while Marik's split out, hovering above the dark purple irises.

 

“No Bam, we're not brothers. We just happen to look almost exactly alike despite a height difference,” Malik said sarcastically.

 

“It's just the hair making him look taller,” said Iyuna. Marik straightened up and looked down at her slightly amused.

 

“What did you say? I couldn't hear you from all the way down there,” he replied, pretending to clean out his ear.

 

Bam laughed. “Well Marik, you know Iyuna and I are brother and sis--!” Iyuna whacked him on the head again and threw him against the wall. Immediately she was upon him, holding him up by the throat. He gasped and choked wide eyed.

 

“S-Sis--!”

 

“No not ever call me that. Ever,” she ordered in a deathly tone. “If you ever utter that sentence from your mouth I swear to Ra I will bath in your blood. Got it?” He nodded vigorously, trying to squirm away. Iyuna held him a moment more, before dropping him to the floor. He moaned and rubbed his behind, causing the other members of the room to laugh. Iyuna snorted and sauntered over to a couch, propping her feet up on the arm rest. The furnishings of the room were mix-matched mostly, each one stolen from another home or Tomb.

 

“…You know you love me!” Bam shouted back. The older woman gave a shriek of rage but before she could get at him the younger boy dashed out of the room, his laughter echoing throughout the stone halls.

 

“Damn him…” she growled, going back to her couch. Malik snickered.

“But he's your little baby brother!” he teased. Iyuna shot him a death glare.

 

“If you want to keep your manhood I suggest you shut your trap,” she said coolly. Malik did exactly that.

 

“Marik, put our guest in the room we prepared,” said Bakura, gesturing to a door to the side. The tall one nodded, entering as Malik opened the door for him. The room was small, dark, and musty. It was an old fashioned dungeon complete with skeletons and the remains of the Thief King's other prisoners hanging from chains. There were old, blood stains on the floor as well. There were no windows of course, for the entire hide out was underground, and only one little lamp in the corner. In another corner was a bucket for the Prince to do his `business' in, and along the left wall was a pile of hay and blanket for the prince to sleep on. He laid the Prince down gently, and began to undue the bindings. It hadn't been necessary after all. The Prince was still out cold. Marik eyed the goose-egg on his forehead and smirked. For once Bam had really used his head.

 

`I always said he was hard headed.'

 

Chuckling he took one last look at their captive. This boy was their key to great power and great fortune. He smirked and fashioned a chain to the boy's ankle, just to ensure he wouldn't be able to walk out the door on his own.

 

Marik lit the lamp before closing the door, and closing the Prince into his new prison. Marik turned to find all his fellow assassins gone and the woman, Acacia sitting on his leader's lap. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. What an idiot she had been. Bakura had told him all about his night with the prince's personal guard…

 

***

 

“Not fair…not fair at all…” growled the Thief King as he nipped at the woman's lower lip. She giggled and he grinned.

 

“What's not fair?” she whispered, hands roaming his thick hair. In the dimly lit room Bakura felt her warm breath tickling his neck. He felt the eye lashes of her half lidded eyes flutter. She was like a desert flower, so beautiful, so strong, yet so weak.

 

“It's not fair…that prince has you all to himself,” he said, mocking a pout, yet keeping his dominate known as he explored her body. He could feel her underneath him, how happy she must be, feeling things he knew she'd never felt before. How delightfully wicked it felt. `Just a foolish little girl…' She giggled again.

 

“It's not fair the Prince should keep such a treasure all to himself. He has so many, surely he wouldn't mind if I stole this one…?”

 

“Of course,” she whispered, kissing his neck. He grinned sadistically. How could she continue to believe this web of lies? How strong she seemed with her lean yet muscled body, but he'd found her weak spot. Oh yes. An innocent heart just waiting to be taken…

 

There were noises he knew his followers heard that night. He tried to keep himself from laughing through it all, laughing at the fool he had so easily manipulated, the fool who would do anything for him, the fool who had given herself to him in her devotion, in her passion play of love. Love? Ha! Sweet words and soft caresses, rough kisses and growls of pleasure, was all this love? Words were nothing but words, touches and kisses nothing but lust.

 

She lay under him, holding him tightly as they both rested.

 

“I love you…” she whispered. He gave an amused chuckle and then looked her in the eye, no longer even having to hide his amusement.

 

“…If you love me…” he started, “Prove it.” Her loving smile turned to a confused frown.

 

“Prove it?” she whispered. He nodded and leaned down to her ear.

 

“Prove to me you love me; prove to me you are loyal to me, and not to that Pharaoh. If you are mine, you must be with me.” She continued to frown.

 

“Good Thief…what do you mean?” she asked. He chuckled, deep and low.

 

“...Good Thief? I am not just a `good thief'…I am the Thief King.” She gasped. After to explaining things to her in detail the girl gave a nod and looked at him with her large, green eyes.

 

“I promise my love…I'll do anything you ask. I swear of it.”

 

“Very good,” he purred. “Now…let us start with that Prince of yours…”

 

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Bakura was a master thief, and very skilled in getting what he wanted.

 

“You've proven yourself very devoted…” Bakura murmured as he nuzzled the back of Acacia's neck. She smiled and giggled, glancing at Marik momentarily.

 

“I'd do anything for you `Kura…” she cooed. Marik saw Bakura's smirk. This masquerade was coming to an end.

 

“That's so sweet…” he replied in a honey-sweet voice. He leaned down by her ear. “Too bad I don't feel the same way.” Now his tone was sharp and mocking. Acacia's green eyes suddenly widened. “In fact,” he continued, starting to stand up. “I'm quite tired of you.” Suddenly he was up, one hand clutching her arm as he dragged her towards the door.

 

“W-What?” she sputtered. “W-What? `Kura?”

 

“I said, I'm done with you. I'm no longer in need of your assistance,” he replied, sick amusement in his eyes. “You've served your purpose well little puppet.” Acacia didn't seem to know how to take this.

 

“'Kura…you said…Have I not shown you my loyalty enough?!” she cried. He raised a brow.

 

“Oh yes, I do believe you are loyal to me…I just no longer need you.” He opened the great stone door that led to the outside world. Up stone steps he dragged her as she sputtered incoherent words and pleas.

 

“You—you used me!” she whispered fiercely. He grinned.

 

“My aren't you the smart one?” Her green eyes, wide with bewilderment, suddenly became cold and narrowed. She twisted from his grip.

 

“You bastard!” she spat, wild fury shaking her form. “I trusted you…you liar…”

 

“I'm a Thief,” he said with a shrug. “What do you expect--?” Suddenly she was at him, fists flying. Caught off guard he fumbled slightly, but soon regained his stance and quickly sprung into action. Ducking and dodging her kicks he came up behind her, but Acacia was fast. She rammed her elbows back hard against his ribcage, but he quickly links his arms through her own, holding her still.

 

“Ah that feisty spirit, you really would have been a good thief had I decided to keep you. But look now and see what you've done?” She growled and, using strength Bakura hadn't expected, leaned forward and flipped him over onto his back.

 

“You lied…I trusted you!” she swung her foot at his head but he caught it in his hand and glared up at her, anger apparent in his eyes. He flicked his wrist, twisting her ankle and causing her to fall as well. In one swift movement he was up. She rolled over a few feet and sprang up, ready to strike again, and she would have…

Had the Thief King not been holding a dagger.

 

“Many people have trusted me,” he replied, giving a feral grin. She clenched her fists, panting as she glared at him. Although they burned with anger the thief could see the hurt, the betray, the sadness.

 

“You're body strong, and with my training you could have been stronger. But you are weak. Your stupid emotion called love will always be your weakness, preventing you from obtaining true strength.”

 

They stood staring at each other for a few moments before Bakura pointed his dagger towards the surrounding desert. For mile and miles there was only sand. “Now go. Be gone. You're a lucky little thing; usually I'd just kill you. But I think I'll let the desert do that for me.” Acacia swallowed, and let out a string of swears.

 

“What are you going to do with the Prince?” she asked softly, rage still hot inside her.

 

“I have plans for him,” he replied. “But I promise…” he crossed his arms, “I will not kill him…unless the Pharaoh does not come up with what I have asked for. Now, don't make me tell you again. Get lost.” Without another word Bakura turned right around and went back down into his underground base, locking the great stone door with a loud bang.

 

Acacia stood there a long while, not knowing what to do. What had she done? She thought he loved her. She had trusted him, she had believed him, and she had given herself to him…And he had kicked her out into the desert.

 

She sobbed as she walked, no idea where she was going. The desert all looked the same; she only hoped she'd picked the right direction. All she wanted to do at that moment was die.

 

“Bakura…” she hissed, rage flaring at the very name. “I swear…I swear to Ra…I will get you for this…You will pay dearly…” All she could do now was make it back to the palace and beg the Pharaoh for forgiveness. If she could right the wrongs she'd committed and save the Prince…maybe they wouldn't execute her…High treason…she handed over the Prince to Thief King Bakura…

 

Now a bit of fear formed in her stomach.

 

`Gods, please forgive me.'

 

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Emmy: ACK! Ok…I hated writing the AcaciaxBakura part. Because…I just did! It wasn't fun I felt like I was writing a rape scene! Please R&R!