I do not own any of the characters to Yu-Gi-Oh! This was just an idea I had and I ran with it. All of the characters with the exception of Amarra are not mine.
Chapter One
Amarra was on the palace grounds looking out the window of her master's room. She hadn't moved from her spot in two years, a fitting punishment for trying to run away as her master had said. She hated him with a fire that burned almost as deeply as her love for the Thief King Bakura. He was handsome with his white hair and his scar. She loved his scar and that Millennium Ring that he stole from the High Priest Mahado. She loved everything about Bakura and nothing about her master.
Her master was the Pharaoh of Egypt. Atem was his name and he made sure that every time she was with him, she wanted to be anywhere else. He was cruel to her, beating her and making her want to be rescued more than anything in the world. She had begged him numerous times to stop, but the cruel man said, "slaves need to learn their place in my court" and began to beat her again. She had been his since she was fourteen when he decided to burn her village to the ground because it ad been too poor to pay its tribute to him.
Atem walked in the room as she stared out the window. "Having fun?" He asked in cruel whisper. She turned and he realized that she was so beautiful. He hadn't seen her for two years. On the day she was to be released, she turned to him. She had beautiful black hair that tumbled down her soft shoulders. She had gold eyes that could make Horus go weak at the knees. She was wearing nothing, as she was required to. The only other thing on her body, besides her chain, was the necklace with Atem's symbol.
"No, Master. I am." She responded and her words were like music to his ears. She was perfect, a daughter of Isis herself.
"You are supposed to be released this day from your solitude." He said calmly. Much more calmly than he should have and she saw that immediately. She was smart for a slave. Priestess Isis had taught her how to read and write before her confinement, but he doubted if she remembered.
"Yes, Master. If that is your wish."
"You aren't going to protest being confined? You seemed adamant about it two years ago." Atem walked over and caressed her face. She shuddered and turned away. "I have yet to take your virginity. You have been mine for years, but I have not yet taken it, my beautiful Amarra."
"Please, Master." She pleaded. "I…" She trailed off. She was eighteen now. She was a woman.
"You what?" He prodded.
"I'm saving myself." She whispered.
"For whom?"
"The man I love." She told him.
Who was this man? Had he visited her in her confinement? She looked at him and he finally reached a decision.
"I will make you stay here for one more month and then I will take your virginity and you will be my slave forever. No one can stop me!" Atem yelled and marched out, looking the door behind her.
She frantically looked for a way out, but with the chain around her ankle, it was impossible. She looked out the window and saw Bakura himself on the ledge.
"Well, hello there, Amarra." He said.
"Bakura." She breathed. Her joy could not be contained and she immediately became aroused and Bakura could tell.
"Why are you so aroused, my dear?"
"Atem doesn't understand that I love the man who should be Pharaoh." She said.
"You love me? You don't know me." Bakura sneered.
"I know that the Pharaoh destroyed your village as he did mine." She reflected sadly.
"He took you as a slave? You didn't try to run?"
"I did and that is why I am locked up here." She smiled at him.
"You are a daughter of Isis, do you know that?"
She gasped. How did he know her secret? "How did you…"
"Know?" He finished. "I could sense something strange besides the priests in this place, I never knew it would be a true daughter of Isis. You had no father did you?"
"My father is Osiris, my Lord of thieves." She smiled and tried to walk to him but stopped. It was the chain that kept her from him. "Please release me and I will let you take me and my power for your own so that you may be King."
Bakura looked at her and thought about it for a moment. "All right, but you must swear that you will be mine and no other."
"I promise, my King." She breathed. He took her hand and the chain fell off in two. "The chain is broken."
"Come on, I need to take you some place where the Pharaoh will not know where you are." He took her hand and placed her on his back.
They raced along the rooftops and by dusk they were in his hideaway in the desert.
Bakura couldn't help watching the beauty as he sat next to her by the campfire. She had decided that she would show him how to get the Pharaoh, but he never told her any details of her village. Was it Kul Elna? She sat by the fire staring into the flames, for what he didn't know, but she had power, no doubt bestowed to her by mother Isis.
"Bakura? I wanted to thank you for the rescue." She said quietly, still watching the fire dance.
"It was no trouble as long as you fulfill your promise." He smiled.
"I will, but we have more pressing concerns. The Pharaoh will be looking for me and we must elude capture." She answered back.
"Tell me what happened to you. Why do you hate the Pharaoh so much?"
"My human mother had given birth to me eighteen years ago. I was the favored child of the village. I never got into trouble, did as I was told, never talked back, but most importantly, I had no human father. My father was Osiris and I could do some things ordinary villagers couldn't. I could make time slow, start a fire without tools, and the thing that gave me away was that I could heal like my mother Isis."
"What happened?" He asked curiously.
"When I was fourteen the Pharaoh came, him and his army. The villagers were terrified and realized that the tribute tax had doubled in the last month. The Pharaoh was there to claim the rest of it. We had no money. I slowed time to try and save my village, but it didn't work. The Pharaoh discovered me and said I was worth the full price of the tribute and my mother begged him. She begged to not take the child from her. She would do anything to appease him. He responded that your daughter appeases me and he ordered the village burned to the ground and the people killed. I was chained and the Pharaoh made me his slave. My parents, the gods, visited me that first week. They told me that the Pharaoh was tainted with Set and that the people needed a new Pharaoh, one who would look after his people."
"So you found him in me?" Bakura asked calmly.
"Yes, my King. I have. Mother Isis and Father Osiris would be proud of you."
"And what of you, Amarra?"
"What of me?" She asked respectfully.
"I want a queen who knows her place is above all others but her gods and her Pharaoh and to love her Pharaoh until the end of time."
"I will love you forever my King." Amarra kissed him. They lay down in the sand and realized that no one else mattered but them.
But that was the past…
