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Bakura was looking through the window of the mansion of the Kaiba estate seeing the brunette girl working away on her laptop while the younger one, Mokuba was watching TV.

'Why did you have to make a reincarnation?' Bakura thought to himself seeing young Seta working. He knew Set would of made a way to help guide her cousin, pharaoh but he never in his life would of wanted the exact replica of her. She was everything that made Set who she was.

Confident, smart beyond her years, brave, elegant, everything from the long chocolate locks to the sapphire blue eyes that enticed everyone.

"Why couldn't you just go into the afterlife Set? why did you have to torture me with this?" Bakura asked out loud knowing Seta couldn't remember her past life. Not until the pharaoh remembered his life and even that could take a while so for the reincarnation of the high priestess, she had to wait.

Five thousand years ago

Set walked into her room slamming the door shut in her frustration, Bakura managed to break into the castle but to make it worse he stole from her uncle's tomb presenting Atemu his coffin as well as all the treasures buried with the deceased pharaoh.

Now she had to fix up the problems that had just started because of the thief king first returning the coffin to its resting place with all its treasures as well then having to calm Atemu from trying to strangle the thief king with his bare hands.

Then there was the battle between her and Bakura, him using Diabound while she used her ka. She was seething of how Diabound managed to defeat her monster. Luckily the guards came and he left before she could be attacked.

"Damn thief. I could kill him with my bare hands if he were standing here now." Set muttered in her frustration as she undressd from her formal attire, throwing her millennium rod on her bed. She was quickly undressing before just putting on a white night gown for her to sleep in trying to calm down in case anyone needed her help with anything.

She went to the balcony looking over the city at night seeing the moonlight luminate everything. She was feeling her anger started to subside slowly but surely until she felt an unfamiliar feeling only it was from thinking of the thief.

She didn't know why she was even thinking about him. He was a snake in her opinion, all charming and beautiful until they sink their fangs into their victims. Then why couldn't she stop thinking about him? he seemed dangerous from the scars she could see but she could see something in the cold lavender eyes. It was vengence but for what exactly.

"Urgh, why can't I stop thinking about that damn thief?" she asked herself outloud.

"Thinking of me." a voice said as she swiftly turned to see the thief king sitting on the balcony railing.

She felt her heart beating quickly and cursed it mentally then herself for leaving her millennium rod inside her bedroom. Now she was unarmed at left vulnerable, not something she liked.

"Leave vermin." she said glaring coldly at him but a smirk reached his lips making her glare faulter slightly.

"And what are you going to do about it priestess? your rod is in your room and everyone slumbers except for the guards outside the palace. Face it, your completely at my mercy." Bakura said approaching her as she backed away only to hit the railing with her back. Bakura smirked as he approached the high priestess now only a few inches away from her looking down as she was giving him a cold look.

"Leave now before I awaken everyone in the palace screaming." she said in a cold low voice. It would of been enough to freeze lava but this was Bakura she was dealing with. He was stubborn beyond belief and once he set his sights on something. He vowed to claim it no matter how long it took.

"We'll see about that priestess." Bakura said smirking as his fingers were tracing along her jawline but his thumb was on her cheek. Set cursed her body for reacting to the touch the way the thief king wanted it to. A faint blush had developed upon her features as her heart was trying to beat out of her chest at the contact "Do you want me to leave priestess?" Bakura asked leaning close to the young priestess. She didn't want this even though her body was screaming for it happen.

"Yes." she said in the same cold tone she used with those she did not take a liking to but Bakura let out a chuckle when she said it.

"You say no yet your body is telling me a completely different story." Bakura said now his fingers moving down to entangle themselves in the chocolate locks framing her face. He looked down at the now vulnerable priestess.

"Wha-" she never got to finish the question since Bakura quickly kissed her lips. Thanks to her mouth being open he managed to slip his tongue into her mouth and she stayed completely frozen out of shock. She didn't try pushing him away but she didn't kiss him back, she just stood there not moving while the thief was tasting her moist cavern.

Bakura kept kissing her noticing how she wasn't even moving possibly out of fear. The thought made him smirk into the kiss but he heard a stifled moan or whimper from the girl which was definately telling him she definately was new to this then again it didn't surprise him.

She was a priestess, the high priestess at that. Meaning she had to be pure as well as smart. He bet the men had to be saddened once she wore the virgin robes meaning she was untouchable. Then again she did strike fear into all men and women so she would of been untouchable before being the high priestess.

Once pulling back he earned a harsh slap on the cheek and met a cold glare from the brunette.

"Leave now before I make sure you die a death more slow and torturous than you could ever imagine that you would be begging Ammet to devour your soul." she threatened in a cold emotionless voice as the thief king smirked as he now stood on the railing.

"Okay high priestess and by the way. That was a lovely moan you made." he managed to evade another hit that was directed at him by jumping off the railing and Set was left alone a blush evident on her cheeks and her fingers touched her lips. She let out a frustrated cry cursing the thief for doing that.

She went into her room getting under the covers and grabbing the rod holding it close to her chest. Why would he do that to her of all people? sure she was called beautiful by many but they didn't dare to do anything about it out of fear mainly but what was that feeling she felt when he did kiss her.

"Urgh. Damn thief." she muttered turning in her sleep. Things were not looking up for her.

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