Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Trap of Emotions ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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Glaring. The had spent the last ten minutes glaring at each other. She sat on the floor stubbornly and he stood in front of her staring down "There is no way in hell I am sleeping in this bed." "Look, I'm just as ticked about this as you but we have no other options." "I'll sleep on the floor." the tomb robber gave an angry and exasperated sigh. He did not share his bed. Period. Not to say that he had never shared a bed but this was his bed. The only reason he would allow this was because he didn't need his leverage to get bit by a scorpion or something and get sick. Taking her to a healer would be to risky and Ra knows he couldn't help her. "You are going to sleep on the bed if I have to chain you feet just like your hands." She stared up at him from her position on the floor, as far away from the bed as possible. "Of course you have no problem with it! For all I know you could start groping me the minute I fall asleep!" "Isis mother of Horus, I am not going to grope you!" His eye twitched, he had no time for this. "Right now I would rather KILL you than grope you!" "Oh that's comforting!" "That's it!" He grabbed her legs and yanked her up on the bed. "Hey!" "Your fault." He chained her ankles in a similar fashion to her hands, after he made sure he had the key to the shackles first, and left the room again. "Jack ass!" she yelled after him. She flung her self back down on the bed and groaned. 'I can't believe I have sleep in the same bed as some guy who kidnapped me and I don't know the name of! It doesn't matter how hot he is-" She sat up in shock. Had she thought that?! She mentally slapped herself. She did not need to be thinking like that. Frowning down at her feet she tried reach for them and see if she could mess with the chains. Her arms had enough freedom that she could move them around a bit but she couldn't lay them down at her sides when she laid down. A grumbling noise could be heard coming through the door, she looked up to glare at him but her eyes bulged instead. Her kidnapper had removed his robe and was now wearing nothing but the little skirt thing most Egyptian men wore. He had a heavy tan and very nice muscles. 'Bad Calla, no gawking at your kidnapper!' He turned is back and sat on the bed, she looked again. 'Shit stop looking already!' She stopped "Are we going to have to use the same blanket?" He gave her a look , rolled his eyes and pulled the blankets over himself. "Fine I'll just freeze over here." she heard him grumble something about 'stupid annoying royal women' and tossed her the other half of the blankets toward her. She scooted as far as she could to the edge, which wasn't very far seeing as the bed was apparently made for one person, not two. 'I have a feeling this is going to be the longest night of my night.'

Later that night

Warm. Cozy. She snuggled deeper into the bed contently. She had just woken up and was still in a dream state. Everything felt just right, the warmth surrounding her, the slight wind in her ears-" 'Wind in my ears?' She opened her eyes and waited for her vision to clear, turned slightly and held back a gasp. The thief's arms were around her and she was snuggled up against his chest. 'Oh man, oh man, oh shit, oh shit!' The thief's eyes were closed and he was snoring slightly. Trying not wake him she unsuccessfully attempted to slide out of his grasp. She ended up turning over and facing him, his eyes flickered and she froze. In his sleep he mumbled some more and pulled her right up next to him. 'That was pure accident. I did not mean to do that, I think.' Surprisingly she was relaxed, when ever Malik or even Yami put so much as an arm around her she tensed. But this felt-'What's the word for it, natural! That's it!' It didn't seem forced or uncomfortable just, natural. 'Is that a good thing or a bad thing?' Looking up at him she studied the scar on his face, one vertical line and two horizontal lines. 'Why does that description sound familiar?' she was slightly tempted to trace the scar with her finger when it hit her. 'Bakura!' Yami had told her about the so called 'King of Thieves' when she had first come to the palace. She had been so angry that she had ignored most of what he said but she remembered him mention a tomb robber with a scar like that. He was the one she had heard whispers about, talking about the demise of one of the priest's who held a millennium ring, or something of the like, at the hands of this vicious man. She had also heard Seth talking to Yami in undertones about revenge for the massacre of a village that she couldn't remember the name of. She stared at the sleeping face above her, framed by his white hair. 'This is the man who dragged the body of the former pharaoh around the court?' This man's soul was doomed to be eternally punished once he died! 'That's why he kidnapped me! Yami said something about regaining one of the items and I haven't seen this 'Millennium Ring' yet! It took me sleeping in the same bed with this guy to find out who he was? Sheesh!' She looked up at him again, here she was in the arms of a murderer and sinner and yet she wasn't afraid. 'Since there's no getting out of this position I might as well get some sleep. Ra watch over me.' And she drifted off to sleep again. This time with a small but noticeable smile.

In the morning

Bakura yawned and opened his eyes. He realized he was holding something soft and warm. 'What did I do, grab onto a pillow again?' He looked down and he couldn't stop his eyes from widening. Calla was snuggled up in his arms, smiling! Overnight they both had moved to the middle of the bed and her chains hadn't strained to wake her up. 'Dam! I have to go deliver my ransom so I can get my ring back today. I mean it's not like I'm disappointed about leaving, I think…' He unwrapped is arms and moved to get out of the bed. "Kura, Kura." Calla mumbled and latched on to his arm and snuggled deeper into the bed. His first thought was, 'The pharaoh would freak if he saw this!' His second thought was, 'How do I get her off my arm. And when did I tell her my name?' He reached over and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face and caught himself. 'What am I doing? I'm a tomb robber and she's the pharaoh's bride, leverage! All she is is a tool in my revenge.' He looked down at the girl firmly attached to his arm. 'At least she should be.' He shook his arm. 'First I have to find a way to get her off my arm…'

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