Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Trap of Emotions ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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Random Voice: Well duh!

Shut it!

Her mind went blank. Last thing she knew she was ranting to him about how he had acted and then, this? 'But-he! Why-Eh!…Is this supposed to feel this good? Gah! Bad Calla!' She made a noise in the back of her throat as he deepened the kiss. His hands that had been resting on her shoulders had begun to roam slightly when he pulled back abruptly, walked around the bed and sat down to take his sandals off. She blinked. 'Why'd he stop?' After mentally slapping herself she turned to stare at him. "What in Ra's name was that for?!" He looked at her with a look of innocence that couldn't hide his smirk. "I had to do something to shut you up didn't I?" She ignored the blush on her cheeks and glared at him. "Why you-!" She threw her sandal at him. He caught it and threw it back, nearly smacking her in the face. "I don't know what you're so mad about, you obviously enjoyed it." He gave her a knowing look. She turned just about as crimson as his coat. "I did not!" He counted off on his fingers. "Latching on to me, giving me a nickname, taking pleasure in my kiss, blushing every other minute, and then lying about it? Tsk tsk, what would the pharaoh think?" "Like you care!" "You're right. I don't care but you clearly do since you're blushing again." He got up and started walking out of the room. She glared at his retreating back. "Stupid tomb robber… Why'd he have to be right?" "I heard that!" Her eye twitched and she flopped back on the bed. 'Can I really be falling for a thief?'

Bakura chuckled. He'd always found it fun to tick people off and she did look rather cute when she was mad. He stopped and blinked. 'I'm not falling for my leverage, am I?'

'Stupid Ra damned ceremony, keeping me from getting what's mine!' Malik had planned to head out to Bakura's hideout when sunset arrived so he could steal Calla without any resistance from the tomb robber since he'd be busy getting the ring. Knowing Bakura, even if he was going to give the princess back, he wouldn't take her with him. With Calla in his possession he would have two choices, He could return her to Yami and wait till he assumed the power, throne, and her or keep her hidden at his residence until the takeover was complete. Either way he'd get all he wanted. Of course he had forgotten about the ceremony at sunset he had to attend. 'No matter. If he returns her I can wait till my time comes and if he doesn't I can have my spies and servants keep an eye on his hideout and the moment he leaves, she'll be in my grasp.'

Calla had been stewing over her emotions for a while when Bakura came back in, sat down on the bed, and began to sharpen a knife he'd brought with him. She stared at him for a minute. "Have you decided?" He looked up from the knife. "Decided what?" "If your going to take me back." "If you ask me that one more time you're stuck here as a slave." He got no reply and gave her a sidelong glance with smirk to hide the fact that he was actually curious. "Unless that's what you want?" "NO! I mean why would I want that?" He caught her a bit off guard with that question. "Then I guess I can give you to Malik." "NO! No no no no!" He continued on to annoy her. "Then I wouldn't have to listen to rant about how he deserves what the pharaoh has!" 'I can't let him even consider that option! Got to get his mind off it! Well it worked on me and I've got no options.' She leaned across the bed, eyes closed and copied his earlier move. Bakura got over his slight surprise as his dropped the knife to the floor and quickly dominated the kiss. They fought over control of the kiss as he pressed her down into the bed. 'That wasn't supposed to happen. Dam he's a good kisser! HEY! He's not supposed to turn the tables!' Her hands which had roamed to his chest while his roamed her body pressed upward sharply. He broke off and looked down at her as she caught her breath and gave him a glare. "What? You kissed me." She fumed slightly. "Well you weren't supposed to turn it around on me!" "Well I did and there doesn't seem to be anything you can do about it." "Are you going to get off now?" "Give me one reason I should. I'm quite comfortable." Her eyes widened. 'Oops.' "I was just trying to get the Malik thing off your mind! I didn't mean anything!" "So?" He smirked down at her. He could see the light of fear in her eyes but aside from pushing him slightly she had done nothing to discourage this. And it had been her who'd come back for more by kissing him. He leaned forward to her ear and whispered huskily. "Don't tell me the princess is afraid to finish something she started." He eased back and they stared into each other's eyes. Deep blue met blood red while she vainly tried to ignore the voice in her head yelling 'Why not!?!' "Either way it doesn't matter," her eyes widened and she tensed up, "because I've got other things to attend to." He pushed off her and rolled over off the bed landing neatly on his feet. She blinked in surprise, sat up and once again threw her sandal at him. He ducked and laughed as he headed out the door. "Mad we couldn't continue?" She blushed (again) indignantly and threw the other sandal at him and glared at it as it harmlessly hit the wall next to the door. "You wish!" She could still hear him laughing at her reply. 'What am I thinking? I other things to do than mess around with Calla. Did I just call her by name? Do not get attached to leverage! Of course I could keep her-No! I may be a tomb robber but I've got some honor, she goes back to the pharaoh!' Calla sighed. 'That was close. Stupid voice in my head! I'm mean it may not be so bad to stay here- No! I at least have to get back to Yami then maybe run off! I guess…' She leaned to the side slightly and watched as Bakura walked away. 'I am seriously confused.'

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