The UsersChapter Nine – I Wasn't Dreaming?
Sango: Woo! I finally got to this chapter! Time to celebrate. *Starts dancing to Love Sick Criminal* Kain, join me!
Kain: *looks confused* Huh? Where?
Sango: Oui-vay…*shakes head* Come and dance you weirdo…
Kain: Oh! Okay! *Joins her in dancing*
Disclaimer: I don't own Bakura and any other mentioned things involved in Yugioh…I do own Sango, the Millennium Blade, and the plot of this Fanfic…
Recap…"We…" He tilted his head slightly. We use to…What? That can't be possible.
"We what?" She was looking at him now.
"We were lovers."
"Good morning!"
"Good morning Marik, I take it you slept here last night."
"Bakura, who says I even napped?"
Marik winked at Ryou, who had come into the kitchen with him, making him blush, "Mariku!"
Bakura shook his head and went back to poking his bacon.
"Rough night Soul Stealer?" Marik detached himself from Ryou's hip sat across from him. Ryou went off to get his breakfast.
"Just a weird dream. Do you remember a Sarcahem?" Bakura looked up.
Marik thought for a second, "Yeah, She was betrothed to the Pharaoh. She was okay looking. Well, for a female. Her death was around the time you went completely bonkers. Why do you ask?"
Bakura smirked happily, "I wasn't dreaming?"
"What?" Marik looked extremely confused.
There was a knock on the door. "I'll get it!" Ryou put his cereal bowl down next to Mar and raced to get it.
"Bakura what did you mean?" Marik questioned him after Ryou ran off.
"What did he mean by what?" Sango walked in and sat next to Kura, "You know Seto's gonna be more 'observant' now, thanks to last night's little visit. He found three motion censers near my room that were disconnected. Not to mention I only has time to hide you when he kicked my door down so now I have no more beer."
Marik looked at her in surprise, "Sarcahem?"
She groaned, "Can you please call me Sango? That name was so annoying."
Ryou just sat down spoon in hand and ate his cereal. He had learned that when it came to Bakura and Marik asking questions was useless and things never make sense, at first…
"Wait, why are you with Bakura if you were engaged to Atem?"
"Being betrothed usually isn't voluntary. Sense my brother was Priest, I saw Atem often. But apparently I caught his eye when I turned sixteen and he approached Set on the subject on my seventeenth birthday. They made arrangements and I was told a year later."
"Ah. That explains the Atem part, but not the Bakura."
She smirked "I fear I won't have time for that…"
There was a pounding on the front door. "That'll be Seto, Goodbye."
She got up, walked out to the door and opened it looking right into her brothers red face. "Get your ass in the car."
She nodded and walked to the limo getting in. He followed her.
"What the fuck are you thinking?" He screamed once they pulled away, "Do you have any Idea what that psychopath's capable of?"
"If I were you brother, I'd be more worried about the psychopath you're screaming at." She hissed back at him. Because you have no Idea what I'm capable of…
He sighed, "Why can't you date someone more tolerable, like Yami?"
"Because Yami has a bigger stick up his ass than you. One royal prick is enough."
"You might want to keep that to yourself, Mokuba invited that group over today and I said you'd join them. Yami has taken an interest in you." He frowned, "Be nice."
"Only because you said so and because he's a guest. Only." She frowned as they pulled into the mansion gates.
"I'll be in the study till then." She got out as soon as they stopped and walked in through the back entrance into a large room looking rather like a library. She sat in one of the large red chairs by a black granite fireplace. Within five minutes she was curled up in the chair asleep.
~ "Pharaoh, I bid you goodnight for I am tired and need my rest."
"Please, why do you not call me Atem? You are to be my wife."
"Goodnight Pharaoh." Sarcahem bowed and left the court and the palace heading back towards the village.
She walked until she reached the desert under the darkening sky and continued, only stopping when she had reached a small oasis where she sat under a tree.
"So how was it?"
"Dreadfully boring love."
She smiled up at the strong, tan man towering over her, "I am glad to see you Bakura."
He took her in his arms "As I am glad to see you."
"Sango, SANGO!" ~
"What?" Her voice was a husky whisper.
"Sango wake up, they're here."
