behold good fans, my first pathetic attempt at a yugioh fic

many thanks to ZStar2010 for helping me with the summary and the story itself.

disclaimer - I don't own yugioh or its characters

She couldn't understand why her heart was beating so hard. This was not, after all, her first time stealing from someone. Perhaps it was because she had snuck into a camp filled with thieves or maybe it was because she was stealing from the great Thief King himself. The girl scoffed at the second thought; she did not fear him like others did. She was a great thief herself so why would she fear him?

The girl shivered and cursed herself for not wearing something warmer to wear. How could she have forgotten how cold it is at night? She wore a top that showed just three inches of her midriff and had off the shoulder sleeves. Around her waist was a shin lengthed skirt with over lapping flaps over the top of it. Around her left hand was a strip of cloth.

Keeping herself hidden in the shadows, she crept to the large tent where the Thief King slept and pulled the tent's flap just a small inch to the side to check and make sure he was either gone or asleep. She sighed in relief when she saw his sleeping form with his back to her. She took a deep breath to calm herself and stepped inside the tent quietly. Her eyes scanned the inside of the tent to find what she had came for. Finally she found it; a small pile of treasure the Thief King had gotten from the latest raid. She looked through the pile as quietly as possible for a few minutes until she found what she wanted; a silver chain with a light blue crescent moon shaped pendant hanging from it. With a smile she put it on. Her eyes closed and a relieved sigh escaped her lips when she felt the familiar cold chain around her neck and the pendant against her skin.

The girl looked over at the Thief King once more to make sure that he was still asleep before making her way to the exit. She reached out for the tent's flap when a hand less dark, bigger, and rougher than hers took hold of her wrist. She gasped in pain when her arm was twisted behind her back. She was pulled closer to her captor until her back was against his bare muscular chest. She felt him lean forward and speak huskily in her ear.

"So we meet again Amunet."

The girl, Amunet, struggled in vain to free herself from the Thief King's grip.

"Let...me...go." she growled as she continued to struggle. A gasp escaped from her lips when she felt his cold fingers running along her neck, causing shivers down her spine. He fingered the silver.

"Were you really so foolish to think that you could just come in here without my permision, steal something of mine, and leave without getting caught and punished?"

"I didn't steal anything of yours Bakura." Amunet protested. She ceased her struggling and started to try thinking of an idea to get out of there unharmed with her necklace.

"Then I suppose this trinket around your pretty neck is a replica of the one I have with the rest of my treasures, is it?"

He quit playing with the necklace and stroked Amunet's neck again.

"You know full well this necklace belongs to me."

Bakura chuckled at this.

"Oh come now Amunet. I stole it fair and square. You should know how it is."

His fingers moved on to her throat.

"Just let me go and no one has to get hurt."

This was an empty threat and they both knew it. Amunet was in no position to make any threats and Bakura had many men all over the camp so even if by some miracle she did escape from his grip she still wouldn't be able to make it out of the camp without getting caught by his men.

Bakura chuckled darkly.

"Of course you can go, beautiful." he purred. He lowered his hand to her chest where the moon pendant lay and held it in his fingers.

"In fact, I'll make sure you leave this camp unharmed. Of course I'm going to want a little something from you in return."

Amunet felt his lips on her neck and his hand move again only this time it moved along her bare shoulder and held onto her sleeve. Her blood became cold when she understood what Bakura wanted as payment. She now realized why she felt so nervous about coming here; she may not have feared Thief King Bakura, but she was afraid of how he lusted for her, how he craved her body and how he wanted to take her.

As he started to tug on the fabric, Amunet slowly raised her knee to her stomach, pulled her knife out from its holder around her leg, and quickly sliced the arm clutching her sleeve with the knife's blade. Bakura hissed in pain, released the fabric, and drew back his arm. Amunet used this distraction to wrench herself free and faced Bakura, knife in hand with the blade up. He snarled and lunged at her but she swiped at his face with her knife, making a deep cut on his already scarred face. A small amount of red blood dribbled down from the fresh cut under his eye. The younger thief ran out of the tent, praying to the Gods she'd make it out alive. Bakura leered after Amunet and licked the blood running down his face when it reached his lips.

Amunet didn't stop running, she was still in the thief camp. As stealthy as she was, she knew she wouldn't be able to sneak around like before now that Bakura knew that she was there. Several yards behind her she heard Bakura, now in his red jacket, whistling to his men as he chased after her. Fortunately, Amunet had been running from the authorities and the other thieves her whole life so she was blessed with the gift of speed. She saw her horse waiting for her just outside the camp and jumped on. Seeing her escape on her horse Bakura and two of his men got on their horse and chased after Amunet at full speed. Though her horse gained some speed the three older thieves were still a close distance behind her. When Amunet saw Bakura getting closer she urged her horse to go faster. Soon enough Bakura and Amunet's horses were neck and neck and he then used his horse to block Amunet and her horse to keep them from going further.

"Nice try, old friend." he told her. The leer was still on his face. The blood from his fresh cut was still dripping down his face but not as much as before. "Unfortunately that won't be enough to escape."

Amunet yelped in surprise when she felt herself get yanked off her horse and fell on the ground. Two pairs of rough hands grabbed her arms and forced her to her feet. Bakura dismounted his horse and got in her face.

"Now I'm starting to lose my patience."

Amunet scowled at him for a second and spat in his face. He growled, wiping the saliva out of his eye, and backhanded her. She felt her lip split open and tasted some blood. Bakura took her chin and turned her head so their faces were looking at each other. Scarlet met violet. He used his thumb to wipe the blood from her lower lip and chuckled when she bit down on it. He took hold of her left wrist, pulling it away from the thief holding her arm. He untied and unwrapped the cloth around her hand. He held her hand face up so that her crescent moon scar could be seen. He rubbed his fingers across the scar with his other hand. The one holding Amunet's wrist tightened when she tried to pull it away from him.

"It's lucky for you that you have such lovely hands." he said huskily, still stroking Amunet's soft hand with his rough one. "I'd hate to ruin them by chopping them off."

Bakura turned her hand over and raised it to his lips. Amunet blushed when he brushed his lips against the back of her hand. She jerked it away and he laughed. He put his hands behind her neck, making sure to rub his hands against her bare shoulders as he did so, and started to unhook the necklace.

At that moment the sound of a horse galloping was heard and Bakura, Amunet, and the two men looked around to see a horse running toward them. When its rider showed no signs of stopping his horse Bakura and his men jumped out of the way. Amunet, on the other hand, was thrown to the ground when her captives got out of the way of the oncoming horse. However, as soon as the horse was standing over her it stopped and she was able to get a clear view of the rider and jumped to her feet.

"Ishaq!"

"Who started the party without me?" Ishaq wanted to know before grabbing the reigns to Amunet's horse and giving them to her.

She smirked, took her horse's reigns, and jumped on. She looked to Bakura who was getting to his feet with a scowl on his face.

"See you around." she said to him with a mocking smile and putting a hand to her necklace gloatingly before riding off with her brother.

Bakura snarled again and got back onto his horse to chase after the siblings. Unfortunately for him him Ishaq and Amunet's horses were able to put some great distance between themselves and Bakura. He followed them nonstop and by sunrise the siblings were in the Pharaoh's city. His eyes narrowed at this; he was most wanted in the city and it would be suicide if he rode through the streets in broad daylight with no disguise. At a distance Bakura was able to see Amunet and Ishaq stop and dismount their horse and enter a building in the city. A smirk formed on his lips. He never would have guessed that they would live in the city, what with them being wanted criminals themselves.

An idea formed in his mind; now that he knew where she lived he would be able to take Amunet during his next raid in the city. He needed to punish her and Ishaq for making a fool out of him but what he wanted most was to have his fill of her.

He licked the dried blood from his lips.

In just a matter of days Amunet was finally going to be his

Zukofan: despite Bakura being a total stalking creeper, I still find him super mega foxy awesome hot :P

Amunet: Why the frig did you have to make him a total creeping perv?

Zukofan: Because my dear child, whenever I see him he always has this "break into your house and force you to have sex with you" vibe from him

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