"I swear, men are all insane." I lay back down, closing my eyes, thinking through how to get back to that main room. Fifteen minutes later I had come up with several ways out of this hellhole but wasn't sure I would get to spend any time alone with my sister to go over them and I wasn't going to leave her here.
I heard the door open but figuring it was the room's owner, didn't open my eyes. "Spiky, I want my daggers back." There was a sound of shuffling footsteps but no answer. "Bakura I mean it!"
"Bakura isn't here it's just you and me sweet thing." My eyes shot open, focusing on a thief standing at the foot of the bed.
Sitting up I take in the man's drunken state and know I can take him if he tries anything. "So what do you want?" He gives a chuckle that makes my skin crawl.
"Don't worry baby, you like this." He says crawling over to me.
"Ok, now I'm not sure if I'm relieved or furious." I say pushing him.
"What?" He asked confused.
"I'm relieved you aren't that fool since I don't want to have to put up with him right now but at the same time it really enrages me that my new dress is going to end up covered in your blood."
"And why would it be my blood?" He asks pinning me down, licking my neck.
"Because you are clearly too drunk and stupid to just take the easy way out and just leave." I say punching him in the gut and pushing him off the bed, I grab one of Bakura's readily accessible daggers and face the guy. He seems to be surprised that I was willing to fight him.
"So you really are Bakura's whore then?" He sneers.
"I'm no one's whore, especially not his." I say cutting his face as he tried to punch me. I kick his feet out from under him and pin him to the floor, still keeping a hold on the knife I start beating in his face with my other fist. I felt his nose give way and was sure he had at least one black eye. "I don't take kindly to people trying to treat me like an object." I say standing up and stomping on one of his arms, hearing the sound of the bone breaking.
The man was screaming in pain now. "What kind of monster are you?"
"Hey your leader did warn you all not to try and mess with me, not my fault you chose to take his words lightly." He was starting to lose consciousness from blood loss, regrettably the door opened again.
"Kiya, I brought you some food." Bakura called brightly as he closed the door with his foot, that is when he noticed that I was untied and there was a passed out man on his floor. "What the hell?" He set the plate down on the desk before rushing over to me. "Kiya, are you ok, did he hurt you, what happened? You're covered in blood." He scooped me up and set me on his bed looking me over trying to find any injuries.
"Stop, you are annoying, nothing is wrong with me, but I can only imagine what would have happened if I was still tied up, thank Ra you have a collection of knives. Speaking of which I want mine back." I say glaring at him as he just gaped down at me.
"He didn't…" He shut his eyes, clenching his fists.
"No, I'm fine, the blood is all his, and you should probably get someone to take him out of here." I wiped the blood off the dagger onto my ruined dress and returned it to its place as he just threw the man out into the hall.
"Kiya, are you sure you are not hurt?"He looks frightened, why?
"Well, my arm might be a bit bruised, but other than that, where are my daggers?" I was sitting on the bed, my legs tucked under me.
He sighs pulling all three of them out of a pocket in his cloak. Putting them in their places, I saw a smirk return to his face. "Is that really were you keep that?" He asks eyeing my chest.
I blush lightly before stammering, "Yes, you said you had food for me?" He grabbed the plate, sitting down by me and handing it over.
I started to eat only to hear him say, "Pity that guy had to ruin my fun." I look at him questioningly as I popped a grape into my mouth. "I was hoping you would still be tied up so I would have to feed you." He whispered resting his chin on my shoulder, watching me eat.
"Even tied up I wouldn't let you feed me; I'd either starve or do this." I lean over to the plate and putting my face in it start scarfing the food, after the brief demonstration of eating without using your hands I resume eating normally. He laughed wrapping his arms around me.
"Maybe I should call you my little piglet, how do you like that?"
"I'm not yours or a piglet!" I cry indignantly.
"Sure." He replies letting me go and lying down. I glared down at him, setting the plate on the floor. "What done already?"
"No I'm not eating until you take it back." I cross my arms defiantly.
"Take what back?" He asked messing with me.
"The piglet comment, I don't like it and I refuse to eat anymore until you say you didn't mean it."
"Oh come on, I've seen you eat you wouldn't last a day." Why is this amusing him? Bastard!
"Want to bet! I can go without eating if I tried!" I yell at him.
"Fine if you can I'll let you leave." He says not moving from his spot.
"And if I don't?" Not liking where this was heading.
"I will get something, I'll decide once I win." He says shrugging.
"Your whore never brought that bag of clothes in." I point out.
"What whore?"
"Neferet."
"She's not my whore, jealous are you?" He chuckled still lounging on his bed.
"More like revolted, she is way slutty." I roll my eyes that he would think that.
"And it matters because?" Referring to the bag.
"Well this dress is very bloody and I want to change." I say like it's obvious. He thinks about it for a bit before getting up.
"Fine stay here." He leaves, I wander looking through the piles of jewels, he had a good variety of cuts and color quality, most of them were unset but there were a few in necklaces and rings. I was admiring a particularly clear amber topaz that was in a flawless princess cut when the door opened snapping me out of my critiquing.
Bakura threw a bundle at me, unfolding it I practically screamed. "You actually bought this thing!" Glaring down at the offending dress, it was the red and gold one he had picked out a few days ago.
"Yes, I liked it. You can either wear that or this." He said holding up an equally skanky outfit. The top was a halter with a sweetheart neckline that would definitely show off my stomach and with it was a black skirt that looked like it would be really short.
"You are twisted, that thing probably won't cover my butt!" I was eyeing the skirt like it is going to bite me.
"Sure it will. So what'll it be?" He was smirking vilely.
"Can't I wear the top with a pair of pants?"
"Sorry couldn't find any." Right I bet you didn't even look.
"Well I'm sure as hell not wearing this." I say throwing the dress back at him and grabbing the top and skirt. "So you going to leave so I can change?"
"Nope." He sat on the bed staring at me.
"Fine, stay there." I warn going to the washroom, shutting and locking the door, I quickly change. Well it is a bit longer than I thought it would be. The skirt was excessively short, I mean any sudden movement might be a problem, hell sitting might be embarrassing. Rea was wearing pants I'll just see if I can borrow a pair after all I rather like this top.
Reentering the room I see that he has reverted to lying on the bed resting his head in his hands. He looked up at me as I blush brightly. "This skirt is really appalling."
"I like it." He says the smirk never leaving his face.
"You would, I will find a pair of pants."
"Good luck with that one."
Rolling my eyes I venture, "So what are we doing now?"
"Right now I just want to take a nap." Grabbing me, pulling me down next to him.
"Sleep sounds good, I didn't get much last night."
"Right and whose fault is that?" He asks sarcastically.
"Yours of course."
"How was it my fault, it's your fault I didn't sleep last night, what with your attempts to escape." He says pulling me closer.
"Well, I wouldn't have to try to escape if you hadn't kidnapped me so it's your fault." I mumble.
"I don't think that logic works." He whispers giving me a kiss and closing his eyes.
"Of course you don't since you don't think." To which he just laughed.
"Go to sleep Kiya." And he started to hum that strangely familiar song again and I drifted off in seconds.
I woke up about an hour later to pounding on the door. "Ignore it, they will leave." Bakura tells me.
"I like that idea." I was still tired.
"We can hear you, you know." Marik called.
"And I'm sure they have no problem hearing you, Marik." I heard Emun say mocking his nasally voice.
"Stop doing that!" She had been doing it for while it seemed.
"Never it's too entertaining." She was still doing it.
"Whatever, you guys get up!" He shouted at us.
"No, I don't want to!" I yell back.
"Marik, get lost."
"Bakura really, you two sleep too much."
"Hey, Marik, I could imitate Bakura instead." Emun chirps.
"Don't even think about it." The guy with me grumbled.
"I'm Bakura I think I own the world because I'm the Thief King. I don't listen when people tell me no, when I'm told to back off I must take a step closer and be creepier. I wear two cloaks and have one of them tucked into my sash. I stalk Kiya and fantasize about sleeping with her. I hate it when other guys are around her and…" She was cut off with a muffling sound that I assume meant Marik had covered her mouth.
"I much preferred the Marik impersonation." I inform her.
"Seriously, dinner starts soon." Marik calls exasperatedly.
"Fine we are getting up." Bakura calls and we hear Emun making fun of Marik as they leave.
"Wonder what was up with her?"
"She will regret it if she tries me again."
"Hurt my sister and die." I yawned rolling over to go back to sleep.
I was abruptly pulled out of the bed and found myself standing in front of Bakura as he looked down at me taking in the clothes again. "I really am liking this skirt." I look down to see that it had started to ride up, blushing furiously I fixed it.
"Has anyone ever told you how cute your blush is?"
Knowing it was a rhetorical question I decided to annoy him. "Yep, Temy did after he kissed me." I say brightly.
"Stop talking about that damn excuse for a prince, if he knew who you were you would have been arrested."
"And just think you had accused me of being jealous." I laugh turning to leave the room, only to be pulled back to him.
"And I have reason to be, you are mine." I start to reply only to have his lips on mine again his arms going around me. I struggle to get free but that doesn't work, grabbing his face I manage to push it back away from me.
"That is really starting to get annoying." I hiss.
"Not as much as your memory loss." He countered.
"If you really want me to remember then why don't you just tell me?"
He dropped his arms and turned away from me. "I shouldn't have to tell you, if you had really meant it you wouldn't have forgotten."
"You know I have no idea what you are talking about and it really pisses me off when you do that!"
"Let's just go to dinner." He says turning back to me and grabbing my hand, pulling me after him as he went to I guess what could be called the great hall. As he did so I saw something in his eyes I had never seen before, what the hell was that?
"So can I kill that guy?" He looked angry that I had brought that up.
"No, I want to." Was his terse reply, giving my hand a squeeze.
"I think I should, he didn't try to do anything to you."
"He disobeyed orders, he's mine." I pout at that but quickly counter.
"You said you would kill anyone who tried to do anything to me if I didn't first; he would have been dead by now if you hadn't interrupted."
"Fine, but," He starts before we suddenly hear Emun and Marik bickering.
"Dear gods! Please tell me we don't sound like that?" I beg.
"Of course not, we are louder and swear more." Bakura happily informs me.
"It's a good thing we don't argue as much as they do then."
"Damn do they ever shut up?"
I giggled at that. "Knowing them they probably talk over each other and assume that the other is listening to them." He nodded laughing as well. That's when I noticed we were still holding hands and decided I didn't really mind, with him it could be worse.
As we entered the room I got very many hot looks from the thieves and decided the first chance I got I was going to get Rea to lend me something to wear other than this skirt. "And this is why I don't like this thing." I tell Bakura gesturing to the offending men; I hear a slight growl but nothing else.
"Seriously Marik, we can hear you bickering with Emun on the other side of the hideout." He informs them as we walk over to them.
"Kiya what the hell are you wearing?" Emun looked utterly revolted.
"Well, my dress got covered in blood so Bakura gave me this to put on. Isn't he so thoughtful?" I glare up at him.
"Kiya, I'm sure that your ass doesn't fit in that skirt, thing, whatever you want to call it, it's messed up." Didn't need to look at Bakura to know he was checking me out again.
"I don't see anything wrong with it." He states.
"I can see all of her legs pretty much, and her stomach!" Emun hisses, I try to get a look to see if my butt was covered but ended up just spinning in circles unable to.
"Yeah, this outfit really isn't very much is it?" I had decided to give up.
"Nope not really." Was all she said in response.
"Bakura, can I kill that guy now?" I look at him pleading.
"Yeah, just wait a minute." Bakura looked at his thieves, "Attention! I need Yafeu to come here." One of the guys in the group looked like he was going to shit his pants; he came up and stood before Bakura.
"Now?" I quirk an eyebrow.
"Go for it." Was Bakura's short reply. I pulled my dagger that was sheathed to my leg and slit his throat before he had a chance to react. "Let this be an example, don't touch Kiya." Bakura said as his thieves went back to what they were doing before.
"Bakura hold your arm out." I tell him. Shrugging he complied and I quickly cleaned my knife on his cloak before putting it away. He gave me a look that said 'really?'. "What, your cloak is red anyway."
"You are odd." Was his reply as he drapes an arm around my shoulders leading me toward the throne on its raised platform. I duck under his arm.
"I'm going to find your sister she might have some pants I can borrow."
I found her in the hall on her way in for dinner. "Oh Hi Kiya."
"Hey can you do me a favor?"
"Um sure." She said hesitantly.
"Can I borrow some pants or a longer skirt or something?" I ask with a blush.
She giggled a bit. "Of course, my brother gave you that didn't he?"
"How ever did you guess?" I snort as she leads me to her room.
"Um this is all I have that would fit you, sorry." Well what was I really expecting she is tiny? It was also a black skirt but it at least reached the top of my sheath.
"It's fine thanks." And she left to let me change.
"Kiya, I'm not getting how this is an improvement." Emun commented as I reentered the great hall.
"Well, I think it's an improvement and that is what matters."
"Whatever." She smiled as she mocked Marik's voice.
"Not this again." Marik sounded annoyed.
"Ouch, you hurt the feelings I don't have." Still copying him.
"I have feelings!" Marik replied defensively.
"Yes, I believe you."
"Quit mocking me!" She just rolled her eyes.
"So Kiya, how do you like walking around on your own?"
"I am enjoying it! I should carry him around, see how he likes it." Really it gets so annoying.
"You can pick him up?"
"I can try." I walk up to the throne and try to lift him off it as he just laughs, pulling me onto his lap facing him.
"This is going to be fun." He whispers, making a gesture with the hand not holding me in place.
A table and chairs were brought over to him as was a bunch of food. I am assuming Marik and Emun sat and started eating as a smirking Fluffy grabbed a drumstick and looking me in the eye started to eat. I glared at him as my stomach complained. "Must not eat." I breathe.
"Kiya, why aren't you eating? And Bakura, why are you taunting her with food?" I hear Emun ask behind me.
"Well, Spiky and I made a bet that if I could go a day without eating I could go home." I inform her glancing at her over my shoulder.
"What if he wins?"
"Well, he says he'll decide when he wins." He turned my head back to face him so that I had to watch him savor every last bite.
I could faintly hear Emun and Marik talking, when Bakura finished off his chicken, threw the bone back on the table and, while leaning over to get a new piece, kissed me. Damn him he's doing this to torment me! I could smell the juices from the chicken on his lips. Did he really think I would give up that easily? He forced his tongue into my mouth. I could now taste the bloody freaking chicken!
"That's it!" I yell as I jump off him, not quite sure how I actually got free. "I'm going to find Renihura!" Giving him a hard poke on the shoulder only to recoil in pain. "Damn it Bakura you hurt me!" I whined.
"I hurt you? You are indeed backwards." He raised an eyebrow, rubbing his shoulder.
"Yes, being the big, evil, mean person you are you injured me intentionally."
"Sometimes I really wonder how things work in that pretty little head of yours." He laughed. "Besides that really hurt my arm, probably more than your finger."
"Sure."
"Seriously, you two are freaks." Emun stated.
"Right we're the freaks. What were you and Marik doing earlier?"
"Talking. That's all we do, talk."
"Right, I was going to find Renihura." I grab her and drag her off with me.
"What the hell Kiya?"
"Sorry, I just didn't think you wanted to be alone with them." I start looking around, glaring at the perverted thieves as I did so. "Found him!"
I make a dash toward him and smack the back of his head."Oh, hey Kiya." He says rubbing where I hit him.
"Hey Renihura, this is my sister Emun, Emun, Renihura, Renihura, Emun."
"Hey." She mumbled.
"So, who's your friend?" I say jerking my head towards the guy next to him.
"This is Teremun, I told you about him earlier remember" Teremun, had jet black hair, a similar color to Emun's, and he had pretty hazel eyes, he was built similar like Renihura.
"Hi." Emun smiled at him.
"Well, Teremun, nice to meet you. Hey Emun, your name is in his, Teremun, Emun."
"Cool Kiya." She blandly replied.
"So, Renihura, mind if we join you?"
"Of course not." I plop down next to him propping my feet up in his lap. Emun sat down across the table from us and started braiding her hair.
"Do I look like a foot rest to you?" He asked, looking down at my legs and feet.
"Yep! And Bakura is a pillow." I happily reply, I notice Bakura glaring over and wave at him.
"Whoa, Kiya, look!" Emun was pointing at Neferet and next to her was a girl who looked exactly like her. "There are two of them."
"Really Bakura, identical whores. Why would you want two whores that look exactly the same?" I grumble as Renihura looks at me funny.
"They're not Bakura's." Renihura says confused.
"Really, because Neferet seems to think otherwise."
"What? Bakura doesn't... never mind." Renihura stopped.
"So the one next to Neferet, who's she?"
"That's her twin sister Sahara." Teremun reply.
"Oh lucky us they are coming this way." Emun sarcastically informs us.
"Neferet how lovely to see you again." I mock.
"Hi you must be Kiya." Sahara said in a bubbly voice.
"Whoa, it's happy." Emun states, "They are sisters how freaking opposite can they be?"
"Well, we are sisters, and we are pretty different." I pointed out.
"Hello, you're ignoring us." Neferet said in her annoyingly high pitched voice.
"Very good Neferet, you should get a treat." I say condescending.
"Whatever, bitch just thought you should know Bakura is mine." She huffs.
"Right and what gave you that impression or idea I wanted him?" I say as my sister starts cackling.
"Please my sister can't stand him!" She manages to get out.
"You want him you can have him but I don't think he wants you." I wave her off.
"Just stay away from him." She was glaring at me.
"Well, wish I could but unfortunately he insists on me sharing a room with him, I think I'm going to make him sleep on the floor." I muse.
"Oh my gods! You can't do that to him!"
"Right, my sister does what she pleases and she's kicked his ass before." Emun is awesome!
"Right, if I could do whatever I want I wouldn't even bloody be here in the first place. Damn Fluffy!"
"Hey I say it's your fault we are here." She protested.
"Like hell it is! You knew they planned on kidnapping us but didn't tell me!"
"Well you are the one who didn't notice he followed you home!"
"Excuse me! I believe I was telling you to stop hanging all over Bakura." Neferet interrupts.
"Right I told you, you want him, he is all freaking yours go do whatever the hell you want with him!" I scream at her gesturing towards Bakura.
She just glares and walks off; as she left Rea came over. "You do know my brother can't stand her right?"
"Well then this should be entertaining." Emun says drily, pointing at the platform with his throne on it. I glance over my shoulder to see Neferet sitting on his lap trying to get his attention as he glares at me.
"Nice." I say as he shoved her off of him and snarls at her, she stood and huffed out of the hall. "So Spikes, when can I go home? I miss Tarik." I shout at him.
"When you say the words I so long to hear." Is his answer, judging by the expression on my sister's face her mind was in the same place as mine.
"And which words were those exactly? I can think of several things that I'm sure you would love to have Kiya say to you." She asks loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Pervert." I hear Teremun cough.
"Am not." She pouts.
"Well, I think we both were thinking of the same things so I guess that makes us both perverted." I say shrugging.
"She just has to say that she will join me." Is the answer from the throne after he stops to think about it.
"Good, since what I thought you meant you will never hear." I call back.
"Don't be that way baby."
"Don't call me that Fluffy!" I can see that I've ticked him off and get an idea. "Emun, come here." She leans over the table and I whisper, "Want to see how badly we can tick off Bakura?"
"I have nothing better to do, besides sounds like fun. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, remember earlier when I tried to pick up Bakura? I thought I'd do something similar."
"What are you two whispering about?" Rea sat down next to Emun, leaning over too.
"Nothing, just ways to kill your brother." I brightly inform her.
"Well since you couldn't lift Bakura, care to see if you can one of these two?" Emun caught enough of my thought process to know where it was headed.
"Sure, pick one."
"Renihura." She decided after sizing them up.
"Care to make it more interesting?" I smirk as she nods. "When I succeed I get to lock you in a room with Marik for three hours."
She glared at me. "Alright, but I get a new dagger if you can't."
"I think you can pick him up, and I want to play with Emun's hair." Teremun stated.
"I just braided it, do you have any idea how much effort that took!" She demanded. Unlike me, who likes to keep their hair short, Emun's hair goes down past her butt.
"I know, that's what makes it fun." He is an odd one.
"So you two want to get in on this?" I ask glancing between Rea and Renihura.
"Um, I want you to promise not to try to kill my brother when you can't pick up Renihura."
"And I likewise think you won't be able to," He pauses to think about it, looking me over. "I bet a kiss."
"Fine." I stand up and 'try' to pick him up only to fall into his lap, I look up to see him smiling.
"Fine looks like Teremun and I lose, I promise not to try to kill Bakura and Emun when we get home you may pick out a new knife."
I start to stand up only to be pulled back down. "I think you are forgetting something."
"No, I just thought you were joking." Wrapping my arms around his neck, I can see Bakura glaring, watching to see what happens.
I didn't quite hear his reply since I was distracted by his amazing eyes, I'm not sure if it was my imagination or not but I could have sworn his eyes got a tad greener. I lean up to kiss him when I'm pulled from his lap by Bakura, who took the spot I had been sitting in putting me in his lap instead.
"What do you think you were doing?" He asked darkly. "We keep having this problem of you forgetting you are mine."
"No, we have this problem of you thinking that, no matter how many times I have to inform you otherwise."
"Bakura, I think you are going about this the wrong way." Rea informs him.
"I wonder why you think it's your business." She looked offended and left.
"Marik, stop touching me!" Emun slapped his hand away from her face.
"You know, she's right Bakura." Marik pointed out.
"Right since your methods work so much better." My sister scoffed. Teremun and Renihura exchanged a look that seemed to say 'what the hell is wrong with these four?'
"I'm starting to see why this skirt is better." Emun blurts out. "With this one you aren't giving everyone a view of your huge ass."
"You did not just say I have a big butt."
"Well, where did you think all the food you perpetually eat goes?" She asked sarcastically.
"Stop calling me fat!"
"I never said you were fat, I said your behind should be its own country." Marik and Bakura seemed to find this amusing and the other two had slipped off.
"I don't have a big butt!" I shriek at her.
"Hey, no one ever said having a large ass was a bad thing." Bakura tried to reassure me.
"I hate you all!" I yell trying to get free from his grip.
"Well, I think we shall bid you two good night." He calmly informs Marik and Emun, standing up and heading back to his room, pulling me behind him.
"No! I don't want to share a room with you! I want to go home and see Tarik!" I whine as he shut his door behind us.
"You want to go home, then you know what to do." He says removing his cloaks and flopping onto his bed, leaning against the wall.
"No I won't say it, I would then have to see more of you and that is the last thing I want."
"So you would rather be stuck here with me forever as my prisoner never seeing your son again?" He says mockingly.
"No, I will find a way to get out of here." I say plopping down into the chair, playing with one of his daggers.
"Hey those aren't toys you know."
"Really could have fooled me, they look fake. Here let me test one!" I say throwing it towards him; it hit the wall just above his head.
"You have bad aim." He says picking it up and returning it to the desk.
"No I made a promise to your sister I wouldn't kill you, I just wanted to see how you would react."
"Oh and isn't that what you were doing earlier with Renihura, seeing how I'd react?" He says tilting my chin up so I had to look at him.
"No, I was trying to annoy you, well that's how it started anyway. Did you ever notice how entrancing his eyes are?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.
"Not even close to yours." I blink and cast my eyes down, trying to hide the blush that I felt forming.
Why did he have to make a non-perverted complement? "Sure, I'm going to sleep, this time stay on your side." I climb into bed and close my eyes.
"Good night Kiya." He says pulling me to him.
"I said stay on your side."
"It's my bed the whole thing is my side." No doubt that infuriating smirk was firmly in place.
"I don't want to sleep; I'm going to talk to Marik and Emun." I try getting up but find myself smashed between him and the bed. "Get off."
"You don't want to sleep hm? There are several things we could do instead, but you aren't leaving this room." He says leaning closer to me.
"Ewwww, no! Unless you want to sword fight, but there isn't enough space in here for that. I could use a good fight." He looks down at me suspiciously.
"And you promise you won't try to kill me or run away?"
Pouting I retort, "Fine, I promise not to escape or kill you, not that I had thought of doing so I just want to beat you up." He stared at me for a second before deciding that I was being honest.
"Right, I have a place we can fight." He gives me a kiss then climbs off me, helping me to my feet.