Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Trap of Emotions ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. My parents have grounded me from the computer and I don't get that much time online so, you know.

Oh and I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

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Let's Check Up On Our Pharaoh Shall We.

"I can't believe we're going to negotiate with the thief and hand over the ring." Yami glared up at Seth. "We have no other choice, if we don't there's no telling what he might do to Calla." "So, we could fix up one of the dancing girls and pass her off as your bride. How about that happy one, Anzu? She seems to like you." One second later Seth was holding the side of his face in shock, but then again, if you were punched by a pharaoh who happened to be about 7 inches shorter than you, then you'd be kinda O.O to. Yami's fists were trembling with rage. "I will not allow you to make any more wise cracks like that in my presence, is that clear." Seth stared at him fish mouth (Like he'd ever do that in real life -_-) "And we will go on as planned!" Yami turned to storm out of the room. "So you love her?" Yami stopped. "What?" "Do you love her? You always said your marriage to her was forced but you really have feelings for her don't you?" Yami turned to Seth with a resigned look on his face. "Calla is my friend nothing more and I know she sees me in the same way."

Back to Kura and Calla

Bakura lifted the trap door and looked up at the sky. The sun was sinking lower by the minuet, it was time. He closed the door over him and headed back towards the bedroom to gather his weapons. 'Why was I acting like that anyways?' Both times he had been over Calla on the bed he had this strange feeling. It wasn't pure lust. He knew that feeling, but this was different. 'I can't believe I'm letting myself get confused over some girl.' Of course this just wasn't some girl, she was the pharaoh's girl, his bride. And after a few of those 'incidents' he kept finding himself thinking of reasons not to return her. 'I could get my ring and make the pharaoh suffer. But why do I want to keep her?' As he was contemplating this he completely forgot about the sandal in the doorway. Thump! Calla looked down from the bed trying to hold back the first true laughter she'd had in a while. "All hail Bakura, the mighty and fearsome thief king!" He muttered something that suspiciously sounded like, "I'll show you fearsome." He reached under him, pulled out the offending sandal, glared at it, and threw it over his shoulder and out of the room. Calla followed it's path until something hit her. (not literally) "Hey that was mine!" He rolled his eyes as he pushed off the floor. "It doesn't matter because if my plan works, and it will, your going to be staying in my bed for quite some time." Her heart gave a small flutter that she immediately squashed. "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means," he started putting on his weapons, "that I won't be returning you thereby causing the pharaoh emotional pain, guilt, and throw his marriage plans into complete and utter chaos." Calla cocked her head. "Why do you hate Yami so much?" "Despite the fact I don't need a reason, it's a long story." She snorted and picked at the chain on her ankle. "It's not like I'm going anywhere fast." He stuck the last knife in his belt. "You're not but I am." He turned to walk out of the room. "Where?" Bakura stopped at the doorway and threw a small smirk over his shoulder. "You'll see." Then he proceeded to leave and went out the trap door, leaving a very confused pair of blue eyes to stare after him.

Outside Bakura hopped on the back of a bay horse that he had stolen in town and headed back there. Of course he was to busy noting that Calla hadn't complained when she had heard his decision the pair of violet eyes watching him leave. 'Time for me and my Calla to take a little trip.' He moved out from behind the sand dune and pulled open the hideout door. Malik immediately started his search. "Where are you my Calla?" he sang quietly under his breath.

Calla sat straight up in bed. 'What the hell was that?!' She strain her ears for the whispering sound again but couldn't hear a thing. She sighed and laid down on her side again. 'Who am I kidding, I want Bakura to come back. But why-' She froze at the feel of fingers touch the back of her neck and trail down her spine. "What's the matter dear, did the tombrobber leave you here all by yourself? How careless of him." 'No! It can't be…' She turned and stared in horror as a scream bubbled in her throat. Before her scream could escape he covered her mouth and nose with a soaked cloth. 'No! Not again! Not him!' She struggled against him and the familiar drowsiness with strength born of fear and desperation. She failed. He held her down with his body and smirked as he felt her strength waning beneath him. Calla's limbs had become to heavy for her to move and breathing became her only movement. Malik removed the cloth and nuzzled her neck. "I told you I'd find you, my Calla." She felt him move and his smirking face was the last thing she saw before blissful unconsciousness overtook her. 'Bakura where are you…'

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