Chapter 10: Confusion and Explanation

Hi, I'm not going to update for the next week or so, here I give you a present to wait. I get to finally dig through my old folders to find this story. Exciting isn't? Once the old stories have been found and polish the updates will come more frequently so look out for that. Let's get this started eh? I COMMAND YOU TO READ!

I'm a little hyper but I'm so glad! This part wraps up their first week and I get to abuse the time skip that I love so much. Yay ^^ I'm dancing and ready to punch something in the face!

Two hours after an awkward silent ride home, they finally reached their so called home. Akila practically jumped off of the speeding horse grabbing her pack with her making her way to the small house that she was cooking in with Abasi. Bakura was stuck with the new comer, his eyes was following Akila into the house. Shaking off all the sand from his cape and hair he helped Sagira down off of the horse carefully. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Abasi popping his head in and out of the rundown house, he sighed proceeding to unpack all of the merchandise. "A little help would be nice" Shouting loudly, the flamboyant Bensenki pranced out of the hideout with two others trailing behind him, they automatically went for the alcohol. Besenki held a box filled with fresh Vegetables, fuirts and meats but was held back by no one other then Bakura. "I'll take this one to Akila and Abasi. Make sure the girl is safe and none of the bottles break."

Bakura was handed the crate of food and dreaded the talk he needed to patch things up with Akila. Each step he took felt like 300 pound weights were added to each leg, not from the crate but from his stress levels and guilt growing in his stomach. He was standing outside of the house hesitating whether to go in or not, "No I don't it's just. So frustrating! Like things were going great and then-" Silence replaced her voice as he soon found out why, Akila spotted him hiding in the shadows her frown returned she turned her back continuing to stir the pot of stew; Abasi gave him a nod in acknowledgement and started cutting up the vegetables.

There he was standing there awkwardly holding a box of food, the silence was getting to him. "Abasi could you leave for a minuet and help the boys unload the goods?" Without a fight Abasi turned to leave but caught a sight of Akila's pleading eyes asking him not to leave her. "It won't take long." He patted Akila on the head and smiled walking passed Bakura, "Don't you dare hurt her" Abasi muttered at him as he exited the room. "We need to talk, Akila."

She didn't look at him one bit she kept her back turned and eyes locked on the meat she was cutting. "We have nothing to talk about Bakura." He left the crate on the table and stood behind her, "You may leave any minute now." Grabbing a strong hold of her hand he spun her around to meet his eyes, "I'll groge out your eyes pretty boy."

"Why are you acting like this?" His voice was calm compared to Akila's harsh tone everything she said felt like she was just spitting it out to get him out of her sight, he didn't blame her. Her eyes darted away from his and looked at the door hoping Abasi or Besenki would flutter in, "Look at me" He hand both of his hand on each side of her face forcing her to look at him, "Why are you mad at me?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" She smacked his hands off of her, automatically he wrapped his arms around her waist as she pounded down on his chest. "LET ME GO!" She cried tears were spilling out from her eyes a soft hush come from Bakura. One hand on her waist and the other was on the back of her head, holding it close to his chest she could hear and feel his strong heartbeat against her face. He was warm and she hated every moment of it, "Why is this happening to me? Why can't I stop crying? Why do I feel this way?"

He picked up her chin and laid a soft and light peck on her lips, his eyes were closed taking the moment in slowly. "I don't know but give me a minuet to explain myself." Akila stop struggling but she couldn't fight the tears pouring down. "First of all, I'm not saying this cause I care about you. I just hate seeing you being a total bit*h. Anyways, Sagira is not my wife legally that is. Let's just say I owe her father my life and a few favors. One of them was taking his youngest daughter's hand in marriage. I had to agree if I didn't I would be throwing away all the years he had help me. Once I was old enough to live by myself I left that village and made a living for myself, trying to run away from the agreement I mistakenly accepted when I was a child." Akila head was laying on his chest his hand moved from her head to her waist, his lips form a small smile "Of course since we are here now, whatever happens can happen. I mean Abasi or Gyasi for all I care can take her from out of my hair. I would hate to be tied down, you know lost of freedom."

A chuckle came from Akila, she used her thumb to wipe any remaining tears from her eyes and smiled "Damn straight. If you and I were married, you would have to ask me permission to even use the bathroom!"

"Oh?" He gave her a toothy and crooked smile not to mention perverted, lowering his head closer to her their noses were side by side. His eyes looked into her now pouting eyes "Are you saying you would want to marry me now? Akila really? We haven't even known each other for a week yet and you talking about marriage?" A loud smack resonated in the room as her hand collided with her cheek, he smiled stupidly at her while she pushed him off of her.

"Whatever, I wouldn't marry you if you and Gyasi were the last men on the earth. Go marry Sagira or some who*e. I don't give a rat's ass. You're a big boy." She turned back to the stew stirring in the last ingredients and got everything ready. Bakura held his arms around her body leaving his head to lay on her shoulders.

"You're cute when you're jealous and you're in denial, you know. So what's for dinner?" Bakura was able to catch a whiff of the food and it made his mouth water, literally he was drooling on Akila's shoulders. "Smells good."

"Get off of me, you're getting my new shirt dirty with your icky drool."

-One feast and 10 or more drinks later-

One drunk and out of his mind Bakura had an arm loosely around Akila's waist and slowly sipped on the alcohol, she on the other hand was going crazy with the drinks. Her hand smacked a passed out thief's head and laughed "Handle you shit man!" Her face had the drunken red glow and her eyes were permanently glued into little rainbows as she took another shot of the whiskey they had gotten. She stood up a little wobbly and pointed at the ceiling, "TONIGHT WE SING!" Everyone danced around the tables stepping over the drunk and passed out men. Besenki and Sagira were curled up into a nice little ball in the corner of the room, while everyone else who wasn't sleeping, kicked and spun around the room carefree. Akila stumbled into Bakura's lap, she smiled stupidly and giggled the odor of alcohol graced the room. "Hi Baku~" She cooed into his ears seductively, nibbling on his earlobe "You look bored. Why don't I help you with that?"

Her hands ran up and down his chest her tongue circling around his neck, "Why don't we get out of here?" She purred in agreement, he stood up and tossed her over his shoulders walking out of the dining chambers to his sleeping quarters. He threw her on his bed and locked the door, he pounced on her pinning her hands above her head. He mouth started from her neck and ended at her navel, somewhere along the way she lost her shirt to the ground. "Your mine." Somehow she manages to roll him over and she was on top, their mouth were glued shut as the passion rose in the room. In an instant it was all gone as Akila laid her head on top of Bakura's chest, her soft but warm breath on his skin. "You. . . owe me" He smiled kissing her on the head and wrapped a blanket around them.

~That Morning~

"WHAT THE HELL BAKURA! WHERE THE F**K IS MY SHIRT!"

"GET THOSE BLADES AWAY FROM ME YOU CRAZY B****!"

"I'LL KILL YOU! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!"

"STOP YELLING I HAVE A HANGOVER!"

"F*** YOU! DON'T TRY TO GET OUT OF THIS! STOP RUNNING AWAY!"

"PUT DOWN THE DAMN SWORD AND I'LL THINK ABOUT IT!"

Abasi woke up in a shock from the yelling and sounds of breaking glass, he rubbed his eyes tiredly and walked to Bakura's and Akila's room. Letting out a loud yawn he proceeded on with knocking the door, "Uh. . . not to be a total prick, but we all have hangovers and we would all appreciate it if you all people just. . . SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE I RIP OUT BOTH YOUR VOCAL CORDS! Yeah? Okay thanks."

Not as awkward as I like the lover triangle to be but I'll spice it up in the next installment ;D Promise! Btw the next one will be fast forward 2 months cause I'm trying to pick up the speed to this thing. See You next time -waves- Bye bye ^^o

THANKS FOR READING!