Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Trap of Emotions ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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"Listen boy! Tell the pharaoh that if he ever wants to see his bride again he will send one of the tomb keepers back here with my item at sunset today! Is that clear?" The frightened boy nodded his head, to scared to speak. "Good, now go!" Bakura relinquished his hold on the front of the boy's robe. He watch the as the child ran off stumbling toward the palace gates. Bakura stared after the boy for a second then turned and disappeared into the crowd. After getting Calla to release his arm without waking her up he had left the hideout to head to the market place. Now all he had to do was wait for sunset. The pharaoh would most likely send Malik, even though there were many rumors that the pharaoh mistrusted him. Malik had openly given no hint of un-loyalty toward Yami but the was always visible tension between them. "Malik'll throw a fit when he finds out that yesterday only a mere wall separated him from the object of his desire."

And back at the ranch *cough* I mean palace. Back at the palace.

Yami paced back and forth in his throne room. 'How could this have happened?' Perhaps he had put to much emphasis in keeping Calla in the palace and not enough in keeping others out. He had immediately suspected Malik. Calla was always nervous around him. He had summoned the tomb keeper for questioning but after the high priest's younger brother had run in on them, his eyes wide with fear, there was no denying who that particular description matched. The tomb robber! He had been the torn in the pharaohs side for quite a while but this was no doubt he was serious with his threat. Using the sibling of the head priest to deliver the message after threatening him showed that he wouldn't hesitate to harm anyone to get the ring back. 'I should have expected something like this!' He had hoped that after losing the ring the tomb robber would weaken, instead it made him more ruthless. Even while Yami chastened himself he watch Malik from the corner of his eye. He had known Malik long enough to tell when he was faking but the shock had been real when they learned the identity of Calla' s kidnapper. He winced as the door flew open and slammed into the opposite wall. Seth must have heard.

To the Hideout

"I saw a raven plumage pale. Saw him drink the blood of the gale. Above Clach Mor the gulls will wail. Tonight the prophet gets paid." After waking up alone, blushing at memories from last night, and praying to the gods that Bakura wouldn't remember anything of the latter she had checked to see if he was gone. After yelling a few times with questions and some well chosen words just to make sure she had been overcome with boredom. "Uigs stone so high and so white. Oden's birds got it in it's sight. In Scaristavore they'll weep tonight. For tonight the prophet gets paid." Calla knew very well her singing voice was nothing to be proud of but she was bored and besides she liked this song. She really didn't know what it was about and she didn't know it's country of origin. It had been taught to her by a slave that claimed to have visions of the future. She wasn't sure she had believed him when he said this song was connected to the future of his country. Of coarse when she questioned this he just smiled and told her not to worry about it or her future. Not to long afterwards he had been found dead. "He who dances shall see him and they that lie will deceive him. For there are those who cannot see him. Tonight the prophet gets paid." She was being held captive by a man who hated her fiancé so he could get something that had destructive 'shadow powers' , she had heard, and then use it to get more of them and destroy the pharaoh and she had nothing better to do than sing the song of a dead man to keep her mind off the confusing feelings she was developing. 'Why can't something normal happen?' "At Chanonry they scream advance. The dove the crow they circle and dance. Tsag spirits hold them in a trance. Tonight the prophet gets paid."

Back to Bakura

"What the hell is that?" It wasn't normal for a tomb robber to return to his hideout and hear someone singing inside. 'Note to self, if your leaving a captive alone where they can get past fear to be bored, gag them!' He got to the doorway of his room and stared. Calla was lying spread out on the be with eyes closed. "The Libran moon it waxed and waned. Darkness felt the sting of black rain. A thousand dreams couldn't mask the pain the night the prophet got paid." *cough* Her eyes flew open as she sat straight up. Her face flushed red. He raised and eyebrow. "At least now I know that your singing isn't the reason Malik wants you." She glared at him and mumbled something under her breath. He just smirked and leaned on the door frame. Five minutes later, "So what are you going to with me?" "Don't tell me the little princess forgot the assumption she made yesterday overnight." his voiced dripped with sarcasm. "No. Are you going to keep whatever bargain you have with Yami and set me free?" "So far I plan to." "So far?" "So far as long as you don't annoy me and I have to kill you or something else." "Something else?" "I could keep you as a slave of sorts," she felt a slight blush creep up her cheeks for some reason, "sell you as a slave, give you Malik," she paled "or return you to your beloved." She snapped out of her scare. "He's not my beloved!" "Oh yes, I almost forgot how attached you seemed to me this morning." The blush returned full force. "I have no idea what your talking about." He strode toward in a swaggering sort of way. "So you don't remember you were snuggled up against me, that you wouldn't let go of my arm, and that you seem to have given me the nickname of 'KuraKura'?" By the time he stopped talking he was leaning over her slightly, his face inches from hers. Her eyes bulged slightly. "I-I…" She was at a lose for words. Then she found her voice. "Well you were the one who wouldn't let go last night." He blinked. This was supposed to make her uncomfortable, she couldn't try and turn the tables on him like that. "In fact I tried to get loose last night and you wouldn't let me," He needed something that would shock he enough to get her mind off last night, he wasn't used to dealing with females in this sort of thing. "then you pulled me closer and-" She stopped her rant. Then again it was rather hard for her to talk when he had captured her lips in a kiss.

Malik

He was seething. 'How dare that tomb robber take what's mine!' He had convinced the pharaoh to send another of the tomb keeper clan to hand over the ring at sunset. He'd be busy. First he'd reclaim his prize. Revenge against he tomb robber would wait. Calla was his, not the tomb robber's bargaining chip! He would pay for his insolence.

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