A/N: Yo. WHAT UP. NOTHING MUCH. THAT'S COOL. I KNOW.

WARNING: I'M NOT SURE. WHEN I WRITE THE CHAPTER I'LL COME BACK AND TELL YOU.

I OWN OC'S AND THE PLOT.

Chapter Ten: The Way We Move

Two days.

Two days until they would seal the fate that was originally set for them.

It was a surreal feeling, because it was right and they both knew it. They all knew it.

Though, even when Ryoua slept in Atem's arms, or kissed him, or hugged him, or even looked at him, all she could think of was her beloved ex-lover. When Atem touched her, she thought of him.

That's what brought her here- in the possibly the lowest part of the kingdom, where thieves and crooks found their retreat. It was nicer than the upper-classes thought, but that's why they did not go there, because they didn't know of how dressed up it actually was. Ryoua would not have known either, if Bakura had not taken her here once before.

The place was not all that busy at the moment- all the thieves were out raiding at this time of night. She wondered if that was what Bakura was doing currently. She vaguely remembered him saying, in their first lifetime, that he'd come here quite often before they were married. He had told her it was one of the closest things he'd experienced to having a home.

Suddenly, her body was pushed up against a wall; she quickly noted to herself that it would leave a terrible bruise later on.

"What is this we have here?"

Hot breath moved across her face, contrasting with the chilly air.

"What's the prince's bride doing in a place like this in the middle of the night?" She knew he was smirking, even if she couldn't see it. "Such a dangerous place for such a fragile woman like yourself. Wouldn't want anyone..." he moved closer, his lips brushing her ear, "scratching this wonderful body of yours."

Ryoua tried to stand her ground, but she was rapidly melting under his touch. "Keep your filthy hands off me, thief. I am not nearly as fragile as I look." She was proud of how strong her voice was able to sound in such a situation, especially with someone like Bakura.

Bakura only chuckled, his index finger running across Ryoua's chin. "If there is anything in the world I would want to steal from that Pharaoh of yours, it would be you," he growled, "I'd love to see inside your mind, and tear it all apart... to cut you open with a knife and find your sacred heart. I'd love to take your satin clothes and tear them to shreds. I'd love to mess your pretty hair... I'd love to see you beg."

Ryoua gulped, "Must you always be so lewd towards me? I am not a plaything, you know,"

"I beg to differ," He chuckled, smiling manically. One of his hands grabbed her hip, pushing her further against the wall with his body; he took his face from out of the crook of her neck, leaning forward and catching her bottom lip in-between his teeth.

She gasped, squirming between him and the stone wall. "Aah..."

Bakura chuckles once more, licking where he drew some blood from her lip. "I was being gentle," he said matter-of-factly, smiling the same manic smile as always. "So frail... Now, what would have happened if I had not shown up and you were met face to face with a ruthless criminal?"

"The situation would be no different,"

"Wrong,"

"Wrong?"

"Yes, wrong,"

"How, exactly?"

"That ruthless crook would have already had his hands on you by now,"

"And you don't?" She scoffed, appalled.

"I am merely touching you. The thief would have had his way with you already."

"I am sure you plan to do the same?"

"Yes, but I like foreplay,"

Her breath hitched and her stomach began churning in uneasy anticipation.

Bakura smiles the same manic smile he always does, leaning down and kissing her, briefly- just enough to do its job.