Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Flower of Egypt II ❯ Of A Pharoh, A Tombrobber, and A Guard ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Author's Notes: My second YuGiOh fic actually my thrid if you count the song one I wrote. Anywho this is the squel to The Flower of Egypt. I hope everyone likes this one has much has they did the first one. I know I will! Anywho don't worry I plan on making this one somewhat longer then the first by at least one chapter. Well on with the story and enjoy!
______________________________________________________ It was one in the morning when Yami left Arora's bedroom. The two of them had talked about the past and about the future. He couldn't help but smile has he headed toward his own room; he noticed two figures leaning up against the wall. He stopped and waited for the figures to identify themselves though he had a feeling he already knew who they were. The two men pushed off against the wall and stood side by side in the hallway blocking his path; Yami was right it was Malik and Bakura.
"You were in her room for over an hour pharoh," snarled Bakura. "What were you doing with my cousin?"
"Nothing for you to concern yourself with tombrobber," said Yami.
"This is not Egypt and you are no longer a pharoh Yami," snapped Bakura. "You can no longer do things and not expect to have to suffer the consquences of your actions!"
Yami snorted and and brushed past them. Bakura felt his anger rise at being ignored and brushed off like a simpltine. There for he slammed him into a wall growling angerily under his breathe and glaring into the former pharoh's eyes.
"Your time of ruling is over," snarled Malik from behind the other male.
Yami frowned darkly before grabbing Bakura's hand and bending it backwards watching the former tombrobber fall down on one knee from the pain.
"Tell me something Malik," said Yami softly. "If I am no longer a pharoh then why is Bakura bowing to me? Never grab me again Bakura."
With that Yami released the hand and headed toward his own room pointedly ignoring the other two men.
"Do not disgrace my cousin pharoh," shouted Bakura still on the ground. "Do not think I will allow you to do what you did five thousand years ago. Because this time if you do then you will not get away with it!"
"What are you talking about?!" asked Yami who had stopped walking so he could turn his head.
"The child of yours that she carried under her heart!" snarled Bakura in fury. "Do not even try to get her pregnant again! I will not allow you to touch her and disgrace her; she deserved more then just to be used and cast aside! For if you do mark my words I will kill you!"
"How did you know she carried my child?" asked Yami turning fully to face them.
"She told me herself," growled Bakura.
Yami frowned when he heard that, she had known and not even bothered to tell him. Why hadn't she told him she was pregnant with his child? Why had she allowed herself to be murdered? She should have been more careful then that? He should have been more careful with her now that he thought about it.
"You are a very good liar tombrobber," snarled Yami. "For a minute there I almost forgot that you always lie about somethings."
Bakura smirked has he studied the other man, "So she didn't tell you she was pregnant with your child did she? I am impressed you even care that she was pregnant when you found out about it."
"What are you talking about bakayaro?" growled Yami.
"What's wrong pharoh?" mocked Malik. "Did Arora not feel safe enough with you to tell you that she carried your child inside her womb?"
Bakura couldn't help but smirk when he saw the look on Yami's face; although the smirk soon turned into a frown when something accured to him.
"However," he said softly. "I wonder why my cousin didn't tell you about the child she carried. Was she scared of you?!"
"Arora had no reason to be afraid of me!" snapped Yami his eyes flashing.
"Then why didn't she tell you?" challenged Malik his eyes narrowing.
"I warn you pharoh if you so much has raised a hand to my cousin I will kill you," growled Bakura.
"Would you really risk that?" asked Yami flatly. "After all murder me and you will lose the love of Arora. I don't know how well she will take to discovering you murdered me because of your wounded pride."
With that Yami spun aburtly and moved to open the door to the bedroom.
"What are you talking about?!" growled Bakura.
"I think you are jealous," smirked Yami his back still to them.
"Pharoh," growled Bakura in warning.
"I mean after all now that I am in the picture it is my duty now to protect her."
"I wasn't the one that let her slip!" snapped Bakura.
"No," said Yami slowly while he opened the door. "You were the one that let go."
Bakura blinked at the ritort and the door slammed shut while the blot was thrown to lock the door.
"Well well," whistled Malik. "I think we hit a sore spot on his highness."
"Damned pharoh," growled Bakura under his breathe.
"What are you two doing up?!" snapped Isis from behind them. "Get to bed now."
The two men muttered several curses under their breathe in Egyptian, but eventually went to their own rooms. Isis sighed and watched them enter their rooms. She couldn't help but think that the next few days would be very chaotic. After making sure all was quite she retired herself feeling extremely exhausted.
Yami's room______________________________________________
Yami began to pace back and forth restlessly; he was deep in thought about recent events.
"Why didn't she tell me about the child if she already knew?" asked Yami.
'Could she have been scared of telling you about it?' asked Yugi.
"Course not she knows I would never raise a hand to her," said Yami quickly dismissing the idea.
'There are other forms of being afraid you know,' said Yugi. 'Perhaps she thought you would stop loving her if you knew.'
Yami frowned at the thought was she really that unsure about his feelings for her? Had he failed to make them clear enough? The thought of her not believing that he loved her was daunting. Perhaps he should have married her back in Egypt then maybe she would have told him.
'Why don't you ask her tommorrow morning?' asked Yugi. 'It's the only way you'll find out about it."
"Good idea Yugi," said Yami thoughtfully. "I guess it is the only way to find out."
With that thought in mind Yami seattled down in bed and allowed his hikari to take over. Yugi yawned and feel fast asleep before his head even his the pillow.
Bakura's room____________________________________________
Bakura plopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He was indeed surprised that his cousin hadn't told the pharoh she was pregnant. Although he thought he knew the reason she hadn't told him. She hadn't been worried about her own disgrace she had been worried about his. He didn't need to hear it from her; he could tell by the look in her eyes when she told him.
Flashback*****************************************************
Bakura leapt about the roof of the palace searching for his cousin. When he caught sight of her he leapt noiselessly down onto the balconly and stepped through the flimpsy curtains into the room. He looked around at the elgancy of it. The room was far to elegant to be a harem; which lead him to believe it was one of the pharoh's chambers. He walked up behind her and sat down on the couch beside her smirking at the startled look on her face.
"Hello cousin," she said softly.
Bakura frowned at the note of sadness in her voice.
"What is wrong cousin?" he asked.
"I am pregnant with the pharoh's child," said Arora softly.
"Does he know?"
"No he doesn't and I don't know if I can tell him."
"Why not he doesn't abuse you does he?"
"No it's not that," said Arora looking away.
"Then what is it why don't you want to tell him I mena when you start to show I think it will be pretty obvious," said Bakura.
"I'll think of something before then," said Arora.
Bakura stared at her for severl minutes before faint footsteps caught his attention he quickly slide out of the room at the same moment the pharoh came into the room.
End of Flashback***********************************************
Bakura frowned his cousin had always been to attached to the pharoh for her own good. He didn't like it even though he knew that the pharoh loved her he still wasn't so keen on the idea of him being able to have her for himself. The pharoh had been at times a little overprotective of her and he didn't really like it. However now that things were different he would still protect his cousin whether the pharoh liked it or not. He had made a promise to his parents when they died that he would protect her and he planned to keep that promise no matter what.
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Autho r's Notes: I think this fic will be much longer then I first thought. So it might be more then ten chapters, then again it might not.
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