We are in day 8 of the 14 Pairings I Don't Ship!

Sorry if this one seems a bit...not as good as the others. I didn't spend much time on this and I finished it much faster than the others. But hope it's alright anyway!

Each day, I will force myself to write and post a genuine (and at least 65-75% competent) romance one-shot for a pairing that I don't actually ship. I will post them from the 31st of January to the 13th of February, and then on the 14th I will re-post any chapter of any of my fanfics that you people want me to redo HERE! If no one wants a chapter redo, then I will simply do a 15th pairing on that day. Sometimes it might just be a poem if I can't think of a story.
The two characters of this story will change day by day, depending on the pairing for that day.

Shippings I plan to do (as of 2/7/13) (so you don't repeat any requests and know which ones I've looked at): mischiefshipping (this chapter, requested), fameshipping (requested), outcastshipping (requested), blueshipping (requested), fearshipping (requested), thornshipping (requested)

In order for this to work I'll need a lot of support and reviews and suggestions. I have no idea if I'm shipping some of them right, and I don't know if some of the characters are too OOC. I need you people to tell me what I'm doing right and wrong, and I need suggestions for what I should do next. So give me suggestions for things you think I don't ship, but want to see me ship or think I could manage shipping. Here is what I already ship (either mentally or actively):
~ thiefshipping ~ tendershipping ~ puzzleshipping ~ deathshipping ~ puppyshipping ~ heartshipping ~ replayshipping ~ laddershipping (Zorc&Pals, anyone? ;D) ~ halfshipping ~ genesisshipping ~ exoticshipping ~ peachshipping ~ revolutionshipping ~

Remember: ONLY PAIRINGS AND ONLY T AND BELOW!

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of the characters in it.

R&R (and F&F!)

ENJOY~!


Shipping #8 of The Fourteen Pairings I Don't Ship
Mana X Thief Bakura (AKA Akefia)
Mischiefshipping

For Aqua girl 007


She sat there, near the railing of the balcony of the room that was usually locked, crying.

"I can't believe it," Mana said as more tears rolled down her face. "How could he..." She had an almost horrible thought... "No, it's not that. He migh be the new Pharaoh but he's not arrogant at all. He wouldn't say no because he thinks lowly of me. And I'm his best friend! How could he though... Even if I am too young to marry just yet... I could at least be his princess... I just don't understand why..."

She was too upset to continue talking aloud, and continued her heartbroken rant in her mind.

"I thought he did... Maybe he just doesn't want there to be too much hassle over me. Yeah, that's it..."

"Oh who am I kidding? I'm just a lowly spellcaster in training under one of his royal guardians. He wouldn't risk his reputation with me... But still..."

~•~

From the shadows, gray-violet eyes on the roof above a locked room look down on a crying child and listens to its heartbroken rave.

The owner of the eyes smiles.

"Oh this should be fun," he says.

He jumps from the roof and climbs his way stealthily down to the balcony below him.

~•~

Mana heard a sound. An intruder? She got the impression that whoever it was for some reason wanted her to hear his light footfalls as he landed from wherever he had jumped.

She stood up and spun around with her wand in hand, glowing, and ready to defend her.

"Who are-" She cut herself off, her eyes widened, and her arm dropped weakly to her side when she saw who it was.

He had spiky, (almost fluffy), messy, shoulder length grey hair. He wore that red robe that everyone knew him for. And he still wore that stolen Dia-Dhank* on his left arm.

The Thief King.
Bakura.

His grey-violet eyes bore into her milky brown ones. He smirks at her fear.

"Well what do we have here?" he asks in a mocking tone. "The former apprentice of the former guardian, and the former best friend of the Pharaoh, out here alone, crying. Why?"

She took a step back, but bumped into the railing of the balcony. "Uh... What do you want, thief?"

He laughs at her uneasiness. "Oh please, call me Bakura. There's no need for such formalities with us. Especially when we're alone."

She glanced at the door to the room behind him. She could easily unlock it and run past him. But could she outrun him and keep him from entering the palace? Probably not?

He notices her staring at the door behind him. "Don't even try it," he says. "I'm not letting you get away that easily."

"Uh..." She turned her head and looked at the edge of the balcony behind her and the ground far below her. Maybe she could try...

"I don't think you should jump, either," Bakura warns her. "After all, your magic isn't the best..."

She turned to him with an offended expression on her face. "Hey!" she cried. "I'm not that terrible! I can levitate fairly well! I've never failed at that!"

"Well forgive me for being worried. After all, strong emotions can affect one's magical abilities..." He slowly takes a step or two closer to her. "And in the state you're in, I don't know how well you'd perform. Wouldn't want you getting hurt..."

She sensed a sort of interest in his tone. Interest... In her? Or her magic? "Why do you care? Wouldn't you be glad to get rid of one of the Pharaoh's servants?"

"Are you even on his side anymore?" he asks.

"Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?"

Bakura shrugs. "Oh no reason. It's just that... Well the way he rejected you and all..." She felt a tightness in her heart when he said 'rejected' when she wanted to think of it as him 'turning her down' instead. But the truth was that he did reject her... "...I figure that it might be a hard thing for your heart to handle. And I thought that you might hate him for that. And with such emotions you couldn't possibly do magic as well as you normally would."

"Why do you care?" Mana asked again. "Your heart is filled with hate and revenge. How come your power doesn't fail you? And why should mine fail me?"

"Because," Bakura says with a smirk, "my emotions drive and strengthen and empower me in my quest. I can control them and channel them as I please. You, however..." He points at her, and takes another step or two closer.

She couldn't move back any further because she was already up against the railing. So she started moving sideways into one of the corners. She took two steps.

"You can't," he continues. "You can't control and direct these emotions the way I can."

"Then how do you do it?" Mana asked him, actually interested in what he was saying.

"Well I've been doing it on my own for years. But with greater power comes a need for greater control. Which is what I have help with now, and what your former teacher had, thanks to this..." Bakura reaches into one of the folds of his robe and pulls out a golden item with a string attached to it... He waves it in front of her.

"The Millenium Ring!" Mana shouted when she recognized it. That's right. She remembered that Bakura had stolen it from Mahad when he...

Holding back tears at the memories of that day, she shouted at him, "Give that back!"

"To who?" Bakura asks coldly. "It never belonged to him in the first place. It belonged to my people. Remember, the ones that were murdered to create it?"

She remembered... She frowned and couldn't help but feel sorry for anyone in that position.

"But... I want it..." Mana murmured as she stared at the golden Item.

"We'll you're in luck." He takes another two steps towards her. This time, she didn't step away again. "You see, I was going to give it to you anyway."

"What?!"

"I don't think that Mahad was very fit to wear it. However... You and I..."

He takes another two steps towards her, stretches out the string the Ring hung from, and starts bringing it close to her head.

She realized that he was about to put it around her neck. But he couldn't do that! She hadn't been chosen by the Ring!

She finally moved her feet and she ran to the corner of the balcony, shouting "NO DON'T!"

He puts his arms down and looks at her with a slightly confused and slightly amused expression on his face. "Why not?"

"I haven't been chosen by it!"

"But maybe you have. Have you ever touched it?"

She thought about that. "Well... No."

"Exactly," he says smugly. "And it can help you. Those crazy emotions that are building inside of you...the grief over Mahad's 'death', the sadness over the Pharaoh's rejection, the desperate helplessness you feel about mastering your magic... All of that...the Ring can help you. And it can help you channel your emotions. Plus..."

His voice started to sound somewhat alluring and hypnotic and tranquil to her. She gazed into his eyes.

"And?" Mana asked quietly.

"And I want you to join me."

"Join you? Why..."

Bakura moves closer to her. Now they're only two steps away from each other.

"Because I like you. You're curious, you do have magical talent however underdeveloped it might be, you're strong and you know the places I need to get to, and I know you have a mischievous and delinquent side of you. I can tell."

At each compliment Bakura utters, Mana felt a little tugging in her heart. A good feeling. His words warmed her heart.

It scared her. What was happening.

Bakura smirks. He looks into her eyes and sees that he's having an effect in the young apprentice. She was falling for him...

"I think the Ring will accept you," Bakura says after a long silence. "There's something you don't know... And if it does..."

"I accept!" Mana suddenly shouts. She grabs the string clutched in the thief's hands, places it around her neck.

The Millenium Ring glowed. A thin yellow veil of light came out of it and surrounds Mana. She looks at herself, confused and a bit frightened.

"Don't be scared," Bakura whispers softly. He leans close to her. "It's not going to hurt you. But only if you don't resist. But I don't think you will. All I want from you is something simple and doable. And you'll enjoy it, trust me."

"What is it?" is the last thing she can say.

Bakura moves his face close to hers. There is barely any distance between their lips. Just before she blacks out and the process begins while she is blissfully unconscious, he whispers, "Love me and serve me."

Just before her legs go limp, he places his arms under hers and leans against the balcony railing.

Then the distance between their lips is gone.

And Mana falls into his arms.


If you want to read more of it, I plan to do more of this story in a separate story one day because I like the way this is going.**


The young Pharaoh paces around the throne room.

Six pairs of eyes watch him as he walks back and forth. Finally, a voice stops him in his tracks and pulls him out of his intense thoughts.

"My Pharaoh," Shimon says. "Please stop moving around so much. You need to relax."

"I know..." the Pharaoh replies. He sighs and puts a hand on his forehead. "I just... Can't believe that Mana would join, and fall in love with, that scoundrel Bakura. It just didn't make sense..." He sighs again, walks back over to the throne, and takes a seat, all the while his hand never leaving his forehead. "This is all my fault," he says sadly. "I should have gone after her. I should have told her that I cared for her anyway, just not in the way she cared for me. She probably though I rejected her."

"Your highness, it is not your fault," Seto reassures him. "The child is young and eccentric. We all know that she has the tendency to let her emotions get the better of her. If anything, it is her fault for letting him get to her. And besides, she has probably done some kind of mind control over her. Perhaps she is just under some spell. In that case, all we have to do is break it."

The Pharaoh sighs again and finally lowers his hand. "I supposed. If that's the case and you think that... Have you been thinking of a way to real such a spell? Isis?"

The priestess calls upon the powers of the Millenium Necklace to show her the future. Moments later, she opens her eyes.

"We do not need a spell. Soon, Bakura will choose to willingly release the hold he has on her. But I for some reason do not see Mana returning to us."

"What?!" six other people cry.

"What do you mean by that?" Karim asks.

"I do not know for sure, but I do know that it will happen soon, on the day that marks the... 'one month anniversary' of their...relationship."


If you want to read more of it, I plan to do more of this story in a separate story one day because I like the way this is going.**


Mana's eyes finally lose the empty glaze they'd had for the past week. Then he turned around and faces Bakura.

"Akefia!" she shouts.

"Huh?" Bakura is confused as to why she called him that. He only made her call him that when she was supposed to be feeling affectionate towards him. But now she is free. Why did she still call him that?

"Akefia! Thank you so much!"

"What fo- AH!" She runs to him and hugs him tightly.

"For letting me go and releasing me."

"Hmph..."

She looks up at him. "Thanks. You do realize that you were stupid for trying to brainwash me in to loving you? Right?"

"Why do you say that?"

Then she is suddenly behind him, and jumps on his back again. As always, he handles her wait just fine and automatically grabs her legs to keep her from sliding off. But he is still caught off guard by it.

"What are you..."

"Because I was forced to love you all weird and stuff! I couldn't treat you the way I would have if you'd let me feel it naturally."

The thief's eyes widen and he turns his head to look at her. She leans to the side so she can meet his gaze. "Wait... So all this time you actually...?"

"Yup. I did like you anyway! But yu made me feel it all weird and stuff! I didn't like it. But I'm glad I can show you how I truly felt..."

"I thought you liked the Pharaoh."

"I got over him. You are a way better companion than he was. We're soul mates, remember?"

"Mana..." he sighs.

"Hm?"

Bakura leans back, indicating he wants Mana to get off his back. She slides off and Bakura turns to face her.

His facial expression surprises her. Emotionless.

"You don't get it, do you?" he asks her, his voice just as emotionless.

"Get what?" Mana asks.

"I never really..." As he looks into her eyes, behind which a smirk hides, he stops and thinks about the two of them. Him and her.

In his silence, she stepped close to him. She reached up and wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck.

"You never really what, Thief King? Akefia. Bakura." she asked in an expectant and...somewhat...seductive? voice. Wait... What?

"Mana..." Bakura breathed. "What..."

"Finish your sentence," she insisted. "Go on. I can handle it."

"Fine then," he continued emotionlessly. "I never really loved you. I was just using you, as you know. What, you thought I was forcing your feelings because I felt the same way? Ha! Of course not. You know me."

The smirk behind her eyes finally reached her mouth. "Then why are your arms around me?" she asked him.

He looked. His arms were, in fact, wrapped around her.

She tiptoed up as far as she could until she could rest her chin on his shoulder and hugged him tighter. Then she pulled away abruptly.

She turned away. "Looks like I have a thing or two to tell you about love..."

He noticed a warm golden glow coming from something around her neck. He looked down and noticed that he was no longer wearing the Millenium Ring! She had probably taken it from him when she hugged him.

"You little thief," he said to her. "But I guess it's because you learned from the best." His voice was full of pride.

"I did." She turned around. The Ring hung from her neck now. And it was glowing warmly and softly. "And I also learned how to use it. How to unlock and manipulate emotions and memories."

He took a step back. Her voice... It wasn't a seductive tone she had used earlier, he realized. It was the dark and silky tone that he often used. The one that usually came with Shadows that resides in one's heart. He had been around her too long, and some of the darkness had entered her heart. Only a minuscule amount, but enough to make her take the initiative on her feelings. Enough that would make her resort to manipulation and control to please herself. Enough to make her eager to use the dark magic within the Millenium Ring...

...on him.

"Don't worry, Akefia, dear," Mana continued in that same voice, noticing the slight fear and realization in Bakura's eyes. "I won't do what you did to me, and force your emotions to the front of your heart. I won't manipulate and control them. I'm much nicer than you. Not that you would know that since I've basically been your slave for the past...however long I've been your slave..."

"Month," Bakura answered for her, still worried about what he'd done to her, what he caused to happen to her heart. He thought that she was weak enough to succumb to the power of the Ring, but strong enough to keep the darkness in it out of her. Apparently not. Apparently her ancestry had more darkness in their hearts than he realized. But... He realized that she knew what she was talking about. She knew what was going on.

And she wanted it to happen.

And so did he.

"Right. A month. But I'm not going to control your feelings..." She held up the Ring with both hands and it shined brighter. The same veil of light that had covered Mana when he had done this to her started to cover Bakura.

"I'm just going to release what was already there..."

He was frozen in place by the veil. He couldn't move. But he felt something move in his heart.

And he realized an instant later...

The veil disappeared. Mana blinked at the speed of the process. It had taken less time than she had thought.

Bakura fell to his knees, landing right in front of her. He grabbed her and pulled her close into a tight embrace.

He whispered..."...I... did care for you..."


*Did I spell that right?
**I won't do this unless this chapter actually turned out good and people want to see me expand it.

If you wanna suggest/request one for me to do, then please if you can suggest a story or author for me to look at for inspiration.
Thanks for all your support!

What I've already done: vex, psycho, silent, polar, servant, step, sickle, mischief
What I definitely plan to do: blue, fame, outcast, fear
Ones I've seen you request (all of them except those already named above): vase, staff, clash, shadow, thorn, gentle, filler, avis,
The ones I MIGHT consider (out of the above list): thorn

So that adds up to 13.

See you next chapter!

BYEEEEEEEEE~!