Author's Note: I have finally posted on I'm soboredlovebakura. There is a pic of Pachet on there!
Chapter 7
Sanura had the worst of timing. Especially, today. She walked in just in time, to see Anat rear up and kick Bakura square in the chest. He flew back and landed on the ground with a thud. He slowly got up and looked straight at Sanura. She took a small step back, but froze.
"Slave!"
He only used that term with Sanura when he was angry. Bakura walked slowly towards "his property." Sanura back up against a wall.
"What did you do to my horse?" Bakura glared down at the frail girl.
"I, I didn't do anything, Master."
"So, what's wrong with him?!" Bakura shouted.
His hand shot out and grabbed Sanura's neck. She gasped. Bakura's grip tightened, he expected an answer.
"There might be som-something bothering…him." Sanura managed to squeak out.
Bakura let go. Sanura slumped against the wall and coughed. He brought his hand up. Sanura turned her head to the side and her body tensed. Bakura was going to hit her again and she was expecting it. But to her surprise, Bakura's hand dropped to his side. Sanura noticed that Bakura's eyes weren't filled with hatred. They were softer than usual, but not by much. She fell to the ground. Bakura had tripped her instead. Sanura got up, rubbing her neck.
"Fix him." Bakura said calmly.
He folded his arms and walked back out of the stable. Sanura sighed and walked over to the excited horse. Anat whinnied happily and Sanura smiled. Well, someone was happy to see her. She immediately started feeling the horse's body foe something wrong. Sanura ran her hands down all four of Anat's legs. Then, she found the problem. There was a pebble stuck in Anat's right foot. Sanura plucked it out and stood up. She scratched his ears and Anat nudged her gently.
"You're happy now, aren't you? Well, try not to hurt Master again. Otherwise, I'm the one who has to pay the price." Sanura said, laughing.
Two days ago, Bakura was declared missing, well, as far as Sanura was concerned. When he finally came back home, he had some sort of gold pendant hanging around his neck, as well as the widest smirk Sanura had ever seen. It almost looked like he was smiling. For the first time, Bakura was actually (somewhat)…happy! Well, as happy as a deranged, psychotic tomb robber can get.
Apparently, he had killed the Pharaoh the night before. This fact made him very proud of himself, which in turn made him very cocky. Anyway, it was late afternoon when Bakura told Sanura to stay in the main house, until further notice. And so, she did. She spent the day cleaning and sleeping. Since, she couldn't work at the bar or take care of the horses, Sanura, basically did nothing. It was the most sleep Sanura had gotten in weeks and she ate a little more than usual. To say the least, she was happy. Well, for the most part. Sanura was constantly hearing shouts, screams, and miscellaneous objects being destroyed, further in the ruined village. Bakura had informed her that the priests were here, obviously to get revenge. But what made Sanura worried was that she heard some guards addressing someone as "Pharaoh."
'They couldn't have gotten an heir that fast, could they?" Sanura thought.
She silently prayed that the priests hadn't found the Pharaoh, not just yet.
It was nightfall, when Bakura finally stumbled into the house. He was beaten, bruised, and was bleeding in several places. Sanura was pretty sure that Bakura had taken blows that would have killed any normal person, including her. Sanura quickly ran up to his side and helped him to a chair.
"Master! Are you alright?"
"What does it look like?!" Bakura responded harshly.
"C, can I help you?"
"No."
"Please, Master! Let me help you, please! You're bleeding!" Sanura begged.
Bakura let out a deep sigh.
"Fine."
Sanura smiled. She dashed out of the room while Bakura waited. Moments later, she came back out with a bowl of some sort of liquid in one hand and in the other hand she held a cloth and an assortment of bandages. Sanura pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Bakura. She set the bowl of whatever it was on the table and picked up the cloth.
"What the hell is that stuff?" Bakura asked, pointing to the bowl.
"It's liver extract mixed with water. It's supposed to help with eye troubles." Sanura explained, taking the dry cloth and wiping the blood from her master's mouth.
"I'm bleeding, not blind." He retorted.
Sanura bit her lip to keep from giggling and dipped the cloth into the pinkish liquid.
"Yes, but it will help." Sanura added, wringing the cloth out.
She started to wipe away the blood from the corner of Bakura's eye. She used short, soft strokes and took her time cleaning the small wound. Bakura closed his eyes. What she was doing felt nice. Well, compared to his previous treatment. If it weren't for the damned priests, interfering and saving the Pharaoh's sorry ass, he would have won.
Meanwhile, Sanura was thinking somewhere along those lines.
'Oh! Thank the gods he's all right! I was so worried. If he had faced the Pharaoh and the priests all at once, it could have been a lot worse. Oh…even at the Pharaoh's current state, he could have beaten Master.'
She paused for a moment to dip the cloth into the liquid again. Bakura opened his eyes to see what was going on. Sanura continued on the upper corner of his left eye.
She found herself staring into his cold eyes. But they weren't as cold as she had known them to be. She hadn't been this close to her master before…without him holding some kind of weapon. It was a nice feeling. She was helping someone important to her and she wouldn't get punished for it afterwards. And then, it occurred to her that Bakura was staring back! Despite herself, Sanura smiled.
But Sanura wasn't paying attention and accidentally poked Bakura's eye. He flinched and snatched her wrist. Sanura gasped and almost drooped the cloth. She looked away and prepared herself for being smacked. Instead, Bakura let go of her hand. She looked back up at him with a confused look on her face.
"Be careful. You're supposed to heal me. So, pay more attention." He said sternly.
"I will, Master. I'm almost done anyway." Sanura said, smiling.
She put the cloth down and wiped away a tear that had previously been forming. Then, Sanura took the one, very long, bandage and started to finish up her work. She wrapped it over Bakura's eye and around his head.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bakura asked, his eyes following Sanura's movements.
She passed the gauze to each hand, weaving the material around the tomb robber's head. When she was about to run out of gauze, she ripped it with her teeth and tied it in a knot behind Bakura's head.
"Master, the bandage should prevent further infection and prevent you from touching it." She said, picking up all of her supplies.
Bakura stood up as well.
"I can't see anything."
"Well, Master, at least now, you're not bleeding!" Sanura giggled.
"Yes, Sanura, it's very amusing." Bakura said sarcastically.
"Oh, what do we have here? A tender moment between the Thief King and his most trusted servant." Pachet mused.
