A/N: Hello, my peeps/readers! How are you this fine update? I'm hoping exceptionally well! I don't really have that much to say… Sorry it was so short... Chapters WILL begin to get longer... maybe. X]

Song inspiration: "Night is Alive" by Innerpartysystem.

Warning: Violence, sexual themes, AND... I think that's it. :)

I own nothing but the OCs' and the plot. Thank you.

Chapter Four: Night is Alive

"Yes! It is I! Your ultimate destruction, my king…" his blood red eyes caught sight of Ryoua, a wicked, deranged smirk forming on his lips, "Oh! And how ever could I forget about our dear queen?"

Ryoua felt her throat go dry, her eyes averting anywhere else but him.

The infamous Thief King moved his eyes over to Atem, keeping the same deranged smirk. "I'm afraid I have seemed to scare off your party quests," he tried to look disappointed, but failed when his wicked grin broke through from his sick thoughts, "What a shame. They are going to miss out on all of the fun!"

Atem was seething- fuming- with such anger. Ryoua felt as if she needed to get away… His ruby eyes looked over at her as he muttered, "Leave- now. He is a dangerous man and could use you to his advantage if you stay here,"

The small brunette hesitated a moment before he growled at her, making her hurry to get out of the room, Isis following suit to ensure she arrived to her room safely. The last thing she saw before the door closed was a huge monster shift from behind Bakura… "Diabound…"

Ryoua was suddenly jerked awake when she was thrown out of her bed and to the floor before being picked up again and thrown onto a hard chest, all before she could even open her eyes. "W-What...? A-Atem...? Is that you?" she rubbed her eyes, but her wrists were forcefully pinned behind her back when she did. When she felt a face nuzzle itself in the crook of her neck, chuckling a dark chuckle that she knew all too well, her eyes snapped open. "Bakura...!"

He hummed and licked the crook of her neck ever so slowly. "Correct," Bakura removed his ever smirking face from her neck, bringing his knife up and holding it to her neck. For a second, she thought he was angry and was going to kill her, but when it was slowly relieved from the large vein in her neck and was brought up to her face, caressing across her cheek enough to draw blood, she looked into his eyes to not find them angry, but filled with lust and amusement. "Such a prize to be won," he growled out as he dipped his head, licking the blood from her cheek, "That Pharaoh of yours should consider himself blessed to have a woman as delicious as you walking around," he paused a moment and smirked wider, "willing to do whatever he wishes."

Ryoua squirmed in his hold, enjoying pathetically herself. "Unhand me, you fiend!" she sneered at him, which only made him laugh.

Bakura ran the blade across her lips, licking his own lips at his tempting thoughts; he tilted her head back by pulling on her short, brown hair, and dipped his head to capture her lips in a forceful, heated kiss. He wasted no time and pushed his tongue through her lips, into her hot cavern.

The small brunette squeezed her eyes shut to stop herself from moaning and to fight the urge to kiss him back with an even stronger force; if he knew this from her stronger struggling or not, was unknown to her. When she suddenly felt the soft fabric of her bed hit her back, and Bakura's body on top of hers, she began to panic; it was like he was trying to break her self-control into a billion tiny, little pieces and make her give into him like she always had. Damn him! Damn all of him to the underworld and back... and then back again!

Yes, it's true he didn't remember their times together, but he instinctively knew that in order for him to have his way with her, he would have to break her self-control and make her beg for it. That frightened her slightly, but she couldn't stop him; her hands were tied... literally.

"Milady...!"

Suddenly, Bakura was off her, making his escape, while she laid there- frozen.

Atem ran over to her, eyes wide as he took her trembling body into his arms; the guards had scrambled from Ryoua's room, fearing that Bakura had already escaped from the palace and from their clutches. The prince took her face in his hands and leaned down till their lips were almost touching, his eyes searching in hers for any hesitation whatsoever. When he found none, he pressed their lips together.

Though Ryoua knew this only a kiss of reassurance that he would protect, though he didn't love her, she couldn't help but to cry, tremble, and shake; he tried to hold her tighter in his arms, to comfort her, but nothing worked.

Ryoua knew...

She knew... what she had to do... for all of this to stop.

She would have to fall in love with Atem- to stay by his side, even if he never loved her. She would have to love him, kiss him, have sex with him, and bare his children, no matter if the very thought made her insides churn.

So, with her mind made up and set in place, Ryoua took hold of Atem and she finally returned the kiss, well aware that Bakura was somewhere... watching them.