A.N. I had so much fun writing this chapter so I hope you all enjoy it!

Day One - Morning

Bakura awoke long before Kiya did. He had never been a good sleeper. His subconscious played him scenes that would leave any viewer disturbed. They were his memories; a burning village, a dying family, a broken childhood. He lay on his bed and rested his arms behind his head, propping his body up ever so slightly. He lifted his leg and circled his right foot in the air. It was sore and he realized he must have hurt it the day before. He lowered it back down and looked to the sleeping girl beside him. Wrapped in his blanket, she had curled herself up into a ball. Her hands clutched the pillow her head rested on and her body rose and fell softly with each breath. He wondered what her dreams entailed. Was she plagued by bad memories like him or was she more optimistic? He decided on the latter as a small smile crept across her lips. He frowned at the sight. His hostage should not be happy. She should not be peacefully dreaming and she should definitely not be in his bed, unless of course, she was under him. He had been sympathetic and it would not be repeated. He would make sure of that. Come three days' time he needed to be prepared to kill her should Set not go through with the exchange. He stood from his bed and was quick to gasp as he applied pressure to his foot.

"Are you alright?" Kiya asked.

Bakura turned around to see her staring up at him. He wondered how long she had been awake for. Perhaps she had been smiling because she knew he was watching her.

"I thought you were asleep," he growled, and turned around once again, hobbling across the room in search of something.

"I find it hard to sleep," she said, "I'm sure you understand what that's like."

"What have you to be fearful of?" Bakura asked.

"Fearful?" she queried the word he chose.

Bakura bent down to pick up a change of clothes off the floor. "Fear," he said, "is what keeps most people up at night. Therefore, I wondered what you are afraid of."

"What, aside from you?"

To stop from smirking she squished her lips together and pulled the blanket up over her mouth childishly. Bakura turned to give her a disapproving stare. Having composed herself she lowered the sheet.

"Come," he said and she jumped even though his tone was not angry. Kiya stood from the bed and followed Bakura out of his room and down the hallway. The building still seemed quiet and she wondered if she had imagined the other men she saw the night before. She chose not to ask Bakura where they were going, she assumed he was taking her back to the dungeon. He stopped briefly, his walking having faltered and at that moment Kiya contemplated running. She looked around. The walls were stone, the hallway was long with many adjoining doors. She couldn't begin to guess where they all lead. This place was like a labyrinth and, if she wasn't careful, it would also be her tomb. She shook the stupidity from her mind. Set would find her soon. The Pharaoh's guards would be out looking for her. A place this size couldn't go unnoticed no matter how far out of the city it was. Bakura resumed his walk and she followed obediently behind him. He opened a door on his left and pushed her inside. He followed her in and locked the door behind him. She gasped at the sight before her and swiftly turned around bumping into her captor's chest. Bakura threw his clean clothes on the floor.

"Should you wish to be clean you are to bathe with me," he said, his eyes fixated on hers.

Kiya's face flushed as he unwrapped his shendyt from around his hips. He let it drop to the floor and her eyes grew wide at the sight of something she hadn't wished to see. Bakura walked past her, confident in his own nakedness. His bottom was as white as his hair and Kiya felt the need to fan herself from embarrassment. No one had dared speak, or act in such a manner around her before and she was at a loss for words. Placing her hands on her hips she turned around and faced the door. She heard him step into the water.

"It is one thing to have to share your bed, but I am not getting into that bath with you," she said sternly.

"Suit yourself," he called back.

Kiya tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for him to clean himself. Hours ago she had longed for a bath. Her hair was a mess and her neck still had traces of dried blood from where he had cut her. She moved her hands from her hips and looked at her fingernails, there was dirt beneath them and she felt like a peasant. She returned them to her hips, tapping her fingers in time with her foot. She could hear Bakura moving about in the water and she wondered what he was doing. Most relaxed in the bath rather than swam about it. She started to chew her lip, a habit her mother had always scolded her for. Before she could even form an image of her mother's disapproving face she was lifted above ground. She screamed at the top of her lungs as he carried her across the room, "Put me down!"

"As you wish," Bakura said and dropped her into the bathing pool.

The cold water hit her like a thousand knives and she sank straight to the bottom. She pressed her feet firmly on the floor and pushed herself back up, spitting water out of her mouth as she emerged. She wiped her wild hair from her face only to see Bakura climbing back in. She tread water trying to get to the edge but he grabbed her by her waist.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asked and pulled her to where the pool was shallower. He sat down with her on his lap. "Now are you going to clean yourself or do I need to do it for you?"

She tried to struggle from his embrace, "You will be a dead man when my husband hears of this."

"One hush now, I'm sure when requested for a bath Kisara doesn't make such a commotion," he smirked feeling Kiya flinch, he could tell he had struck a nerve.

"Let me go," she said one final time and Bakura released her. She paddled her way back to the other side of the pool and then tiled her head back so all her hair was in the water. She quickly massaged her scalp and ran her hands down her hair in a poor attempt to remove the dirt. When she was done she lifted her head back up and splashed water on her neck. Her hands ran over her skin, scrubbing the blood from her body.

Bakura watched her from across the pool. The cold water had hardened her nipples making them visible beneath the wet clothes that clung to her body. He felt the blood rushing to his loins and he couldn't help but wonder why Set wasn't attracted to her. Kiya noticed him staring and covered her chest with her arms. She mumbled something in disgust and lifted herself out of the pool.

"You look good wet," Bakura commented, but he couldn't make out her reply.

Kiya found a towel hanging on a hook on the wall. Taking it she wrapped it around her shoulders and sat on the floor with her back to Bakura, waiting for him to finish. It wasn't long before he came up behind her and ripped the towel from her body. "I believe this is mine," he said.

She didn't fight him for it. She was quite happy he used it to cover his manhood. Bakura dressed before he had properly dried and then ordered her to stand. Her teeth couldn't help but chatter as they walked back down the hallway, leaving wet footprints in her wake. Bakura stopped abruptly and knocked on a passing door. A gruff man opened it and nodded to Bakura. Neither said anything but Kiya noticed Bakura flick his eyes in her direction. She tried to peer inside but the man shut the door in her face. Bakura didn't wait long before a woman appeared in place of the man. She handed Bakura a piece of clothing and a towel and shut the door once again. Bakura handed them to Kiya.

"I have errands to run today so you will return to the dungeon. I'll have my men bring you food later."

Kiya nodded graciously accepting the items, "thank you."

He led her back to the underground dungeon and locked her in the same cell. Without saying anything further he left her alone. Kiya sighed with relief as she watched him leave. She waited for a few more minutes before removing her wet dress to change. Bakura watched from the shadows as she squeezed the water from her long hair and wiped her arms and torso dry with the towel. He studied her body, mainly her breasts, but soon his eyes found their way down to her thighs and to what lay between them. He licked his dry lips at the mental image he conjured up of slowly parting those legs. He'd slip a finger inside her to test her warmth. She'd be tight, having only been with one man. He'd tease her for a while and when she was ready for him, he'd enter her. Her breath would initially catch in her throat and then when she regained her voice, she'd call out his name.

Kiya put the dry dress on; it was cheap but it fit her well. She sat down with her back pressed against the wall. She closed her eyes and as she did so, she swore she heard the footsteps of someone walking away in the distance.


Bakura returned to his room and rummaged through his possessions until he found something to bandage his foot with. He sat on the edge of his bed and, slipping his shoe off, he wrapped his ankle as tightly as he could. Before he could finish he heard a knock on the door. He knew who it was; the only one who dared disturb him was Marik.

"Come in," he said.

Marik opened the door and saw his partner applying first-aid. "What's wrong?" he asked and closed the door.

"My ankle," Bakura said. "I think I've twisted it."

"Doing something, or should I say someone, you shouldn't have been doing?" Marik grinned and Bakura narrowed his eyes. "I know she spent the night in here."

"She stayed here so she would not freeze to death. She is our security remember," Bakura said not knowing why he needed to justify his actions, "and my ankle, I hurt yesterday."

Marik didn't say anything back but produced an 'if you say so' look on his face.

"Are the horses ready?" Bakura asked.

"Yes, are you sure you're alright to go?"

"I'll be fine."

"And the girl?"

"She can stay here."

"You trust the others alone with her?"

Having finished with his ankle, Bakura stood from his position on the bed and put on his red coat, "I'll have any man's head who touches her on my dinner plate this evening."

Marik scrunched up his face. "Do you always have to be so vulgar?" he asked as they walked out the door.

A.N. I intended to make this chapter "day one" and the next chapter "day two" however, this chapter turned out a lot longer than I planned so I'm splitting it into two and titling this chapter "day one – morning" and the next "day one – afternoon/evening" Does anyone care? Probably not…

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