Noriykoi: Okay this chapter is really short, but I tried damn it. Unfortunately my muse is still on vacation. Because of that this story is on temporary hiatus until I can reclaim my muse, but no worries I'll reward all of you who wait so patently with an extra long chapter when I do update.

Disclaimer: Nope nada. I own nothing, but a t shirt.

Chapter Four: Bound

Egypt was in mourning. The Pharaoh was dead. It had happened so suddenly that even the court was shocked. Sure the pharaoh was past his prime, but he had shown no signs of weakness before his death.

Atemu was numb, he was to be coroneted soon, but he didn't care. Three years after his mother death, he had lost his father as well, and this time he couldn't even blame Her. She had been spotted in Abydos at the time of his father death, so even if he wanted to blame her, he could not.

"My prince?"

He responded with a jerk of his head. He didn't feel like talking to any one.

"Will you be alright?" Mana asked.

Atemu blinked away tears, before giving her a painful smile. She was always there for him, always so kind. He never wanted to worry her, she was to pure to be crying for him.

"I'll be fine Mana." He said softly.

Mana suddenly crashed into him, wrapping her arms around him and crying into his shoulder.

"Why? Why did papa have to die? He was always there for me when I needed some one to talk to." Mana cried.

Atemu ran his fingers through her hair, attempting to calm her. Mana had always been there for him, always brighten his dark days. But even she had her breaking point, to be honest he had never seen her like this. Tears should never be on her face.

"It's alright. Father has returned to Ra. He will always be watching over us, and hopefully bless us in our future endeavors."

Mana buried deeper into his shoulder. Her own shoulder's shaking as she attempted to quell her sobs.

"Thank you Prince."

Atemu decided, he would never let her shed another tear.

Malik held back his laugh as he watch Bakura throw a minor tantrum. He had only partly succeeded at Abydos, he got the info he wanted, but he let his sadistic nature get the better of him. Still it made Kania more recognizable as she was laced in Bakura's aura.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! What in the name of Ra was I thinking?" Bakura growled banging his head into the stone wall.

"I'll gather you weren't thinking my lord." Malik suggested. He drew back at the glare Bakura sent towards him.

"I enjoy living so I'm just going to leave you. Bye!" Malik said as he inched out of the room.

Malik glared at the wall once he was alone. He still couldn't understand why his lord was obsessed with the girl. He did get amusement from Bakura's failures so he couldn't really complain. It wasn't often that he got such entertainment.

He sighed. Maybe he was jealous, he immediately back track, so not jealous, then maybe envious. He sighed again. He was just confusing him self.

"Maybe I'm just over thinking things."

Bakura was enraged with him self. How could he have been so stupid, so irrational. It just wasn't like him. Then again when ever he was around Kania, he seemed to loose his senses. Perhaps she had put him under a spell. He grimace at the though, then broke in to quiet chuckles. Yeah right, she couldn't even cast a simple glamour. Her partner had to do that for her.

Makah. Bakura felt jealousy twist his inside at the name. He hated that brat. He had already decided he was going to kill him on that roof, but Kania's pleas had stopped that intent. He couldn't hurt her like that, if he had he would have been just like that Ra Damned Pharaoh. He felt grim satisfaction that he at least left his mark on the boy, and on Kania too. She probably had no idea what his little master piece had said, but that was okay.

That was only a piece of his good news. The pharaoh had died. While Bakura had felt that was goods news, he couldn't help, but feel a little cheated. He had wanted to kill the bastard, make him suffer for all the pain he had brought upon him. The only solace he had was that he could continue his revenge on the young prince.

Bakura decide he had been brooding for long enough. He had a heist to pull off after all, if he couldn't get the pharaoh in life, then he would make sure his rest in the afterlife was disturbed.

But first he had to drop in on his dear Kania. He had to let her know his intentions.

"I swear men are wimps. You cry over every little cut and bruise, but when a woman is in extreme pain giving birth, you say buck up, I'm not crying am I? Well of course you aren't, your not pushing something the size of a melon out of a hole the size of a lemon." A young woman lecture to a bunch of young boys all of which had wide eyes as she went into graphic detail of birth.

Kania decided she had had enough when the woman brought out diagrams. Those boy didn't need to know any of that, she wouldn't wish those diagrams on anyone, not after being traumatized by them herself.

"I think they get the point." She joked, but then her face turned serious. "I need to talk to you Chiasa."

Chiasa pouted, but told the boys to be back same time the next day for their next lesson. She took a seat at a nearby table and motion for Kania to sit as well.

"So what do you want to talk to me about? Is it about sex, cause I could tell you how wonderful it is if done right."

A blush spread across Kania's face. Chiasa was nothing if not blunt, and had some pretty radical beliefs. Kania's belief's were somewhat similar, but that was a story for another time.

"No it's not about sex. I had a run in with Bakura a few days ago. He carved up my arm, but no one will tell me what he wrote, instead they take one look at my are and draw back in horror, I want to know if you can tell me what it means?" Kania asked peeling the bandage off her arm.

"Sure…" Chiasa gasped upon seeing Kania's arm. "That bastard! I'll kill him. I'll rip out his entrails and strangle him with him…" Chiasa preceded to curse the air blue. Why was she friend with this psycho again? Oh yeah, she was her mentor.

"You still haven't answered my question." Kania finally said when Chiasa started to repeat threats.

An unreadable look entered Chiasa eyes. "He did the unforgivable. He bound your soul to his, if he dies you die, what ever his punishment in the afterlife will be yours as well, but the bond doesn't work both ways, if it did it would be forgivable, because it is the beginnings of a marriage bond. He's cursed you to always be alone, that of course means you can't have any physical relationships besides him, and what makes it worse is that he can."

There was silence for a good couple of minuets, then… "Makah! I'm going to murder you!"

Makah whom was doing his daily chores suddenly shivered, he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt the need to stay out of Kania's presence for the next few day.

Chiasa watched as in amusement as Kania attacked a poor defenseless wall with her head. In other words 'hello wall meet head, head meet wall."

Smack!

"My life sucks."

Smack!

"Ra hates me."

Smack!

"I need to get laid."

Smack!

"Oh wait I can't"

Smack!

"Oh pretty colors. Hey Chiasa why is the room spinning." Giggle. Kania then fell down. "Hi floor."

Chiasa smacked her own head, she didn't think Kania would knock herself senseless.

"What am I going to do with you. I know." Chiasa said as she left the room giggling evilly. She couldn't help it, Kania gave her an opportunity she couldn't resist. "Now where did I put it, ah there it is."

Chiasa let her mind wonder as she gather up all the materials needed for a little prank. What she had told Kania was true, but she had left something out. It would be impossible for Kania to hide from him if he wanted to find her. That was probably the entire reason he did so, and that put Kania in more danger than necessary. For that Chiasa could not for give him.

OMAKE.

Chiasa leered at her masterpiece, she was a true genius, now if only she could get Kania to leave the house and show the world how wonderful her designs were.

"Come on out Kania, show the world how beautiful you are."

Kania sat at the table glaring at Chiasa. "Not of your Ra damned life."

"But you looks so pretty."

"I look like a… a … helpless princess, and that is one thing I am not. Now give me back my clothes."

Chiasa grinned evilly. "What are you willing to do for them."

"…"

Some time later.

"I want to sing at the Y M C A. . ." Kania sung looking every bit the princess she was not. "I hate you." She declared to Chiasa after she finished.

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