Author: Here is the Ancient Egyptian feature chapter as promised. Just a heads up the things that happen in this chapter occurs after the events of Kaiba's dream. Yes, it was real and not just some mind trick Kaiba haha!

I'll just emphasize to you that this Chapter is very important in terms of the storyline and these events, characters etc will be referred to in upcoming Chapters. You will also gain a greater understanding to Bakura's obsession with Rebekah and learn why a little thing called "destiny" keeps pushing our two main protagonists together.

At the end, you will notice another exciting Character makes an entrance into this Ancient Egyptian saga. I may leave a hint at the end of the Chapter.

Anyway enjoy and don't forget to review!

Chapter 14 - Not just some Egyptian fairy tale

Rebekah lay back stretching her legs out as far as she could. She wiggled her toes beneath the golden sand, the rest of her body tingling in delight as her skin felt the warm glow of the Egyptian sun. The feeling was just too perfect and times like this were precious to her. Since the Kul Elna massacre, life had only proved more difficult. She and her childhood friend were constantly on the run, thieving their only means of survival. Some days she thought would be her last.

Being the only two survivors, they felt as if it was their duty to look out for each other. Learning about Rebekah's special gift had made things easier for them and she was quick to discover that Bakura had a unique power of his own. All the bitterness, anger, hatred and sadness that they held inside only made the monsters within them stronger. The two were an unstoppable team and with their power combined they swore to have revenge on the Pharoah who mercilessly took the lives of many people and ruined theirs. However, there was one problem...King Aknamkanon was no more.

Since his passing began the reign of a new pharaoh, his son Atem. Rebekah didn't really know much about the new Pharoah, but it seemed that he was warm-hearted and compassionate, always doing things for the greater good of his people. Bakura refused to believe any of it, he told her she was wrong. He warned her not to be fooled by his false displays of kindness, claiming that it was all an act. On the inside, he knew that Atem was just as evil and corrupt as his father. After all, he was the reason that their village was slaughtered in order to create the seven millennium items.

Rebekah glanced over at Bakura to only find him looking back at her. When her eyes met his, he returned a gentle smile, She often found him looking at her this way and she never really knew why. Unexpectedly he started to shift closer towards her and Rebekah felt her body go rigid upon realizing that he had one hand rested on her upper thigh. Rebekah looked down shyly, her cheeks becoming bright crimson in color. He then slowly lifted her head up from her chin so that he was looking her directly in the eyes.

"So beautiful," he murmured, sweeping a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Even the fairest queens of Egypt couldn't compare. Cleopatra, Nefertiti, they all wouldn't feel worthy to be seen in your presence."

"That's not true," Rebekah replied meekly. "I could never be as beautiful as them. They were destined for greatness, all of them. I'm just a girl from a village of criminals. I'm not worthy, I could never be a queen."

"Ah, but that doesn't mean that you can't look like one." Bakura reminded. "Especially after I give you this."

He reached inside his robe and brought out the most beautiful beaded necklace that Rebekah had ever seen. It's gold and blue colors glimmered magically in the sunlight. She bent her head down as he placed the magnificent piece of jewelry around her neck. It matched her tanned skin and dark hair perfectly as if it were made for her.

"B-Bakura I d-don't k-know what to say," She stammered in awe. "It's beautiful!"

"How about a thank you?" He suggested grinning widely. There was no doubt that he was happy with her reaction.

"Thank you!" Rebekah exclaimed with gratitude, throwing her arms around him. "Thank you Bakura, you're such a good friend!"

"Hmph, friend..." he muttered with disappointment under his breath.

Even though Bakura didn't intend on her hearing him, he still had been expecting more from her. To be completely honest the man was breaking on the inside. How could she merely see him as a friend when the fact was that he loved her?

"This is incredible!" She gushed again, her voice full of admiration. "But may I ask, where did you get this?"

Bakura took a deep breath, composing himself for his upcoming lie. "I bought it from a merchant at a marketplace," he replied.

Rebekah surveyed his facial expression for a few seconds and was easily able to tell that he was lying. Her lip curled up in disgust, her brown eyes shooting daggers into him. "You stole this, didn't you?" she questioned angrily.

He scowled defensively. "So does it matter? I thought that you would be happy to know that I risked my life to obtain this for you. It's from a tomb so no-one is going to miss it and besides the Queen of Egypt can't wear her jewelry if she's dead!"

She gasped. "This belonged to the Queen of Egypt? Bakura how could you! Now there must be hundreds of the palace soldiers after us. How could you have been so stupid?"

The black haired girl began to inhale and exhale deeply. Her breathing was getting faster and faster to the point where she was now hyperventilating. "Rebekah pull yourself together!" Bakura demanded, roughly shaking her by her shoulders. "You know that I'd never let anything bad happen to you. I promise I'll always be there to protect you, till the last breath leaves my body. Rebekah, I'd do anything for you because I lov-"

"OVER THERE!" A harsh voice interrupted.

They both looked over in horror to see Pharoah's soldiers, horses, chariots and all. Without a doubt, they had been looking for them for a long time, possibly to punish them for multiple crimes that they had committed.

"How did they find us?" Rebekah cried out, clutching onto Bakura nervously.

"Never mind that now." He said, grimacing at the sight of them. "We have to run!"

He grabbed her by arm and the two of them ran for their lives. Attempting to escape was almost futile, as all the soldiers chased them closely with horses. They took a sharp turn past a set of boulders and for a minute Rebekah thought that they lost them. She took a brief moment to regain her breath, surprisingly Bakura didn't seem to be half as tired as she was. She glanced up at him only to see a large grin on his face making her wonder how on earth he could be smiling at a time like this.

Then that's when she saw it, a shadow lurking by a tree in the near distance. Rebekah squinted her eyes to get a closer look and saw a dark silhouette of a man. Even though Rebekah wasn't able to fully identify him, she could see he was wearing a black robe. She frowned deep in thought, Rebekah remembered seeing someone like this before. Yes, it was all coming back to her, it was another time when she and Bakura were in trouble. Was it possible that Bakura had followers, ones who helped them escape in times of peril? Was that the reason they had always been so lucky, why Bakura seemed so confident right now?

"Rebekah, listen to me," Bakura instructed in a hoarse whisper. "On the count of three, I want you to run and don't look back."

"But what if I don't make it?" Rebekah questioned anxiously, not feeling quite up to the challenge. "Bakura I'm scared!"

"Don't be." He replied, squeezing her hand comfortingly. "I'll be right by your side, you have to trust me."

"Okay," She nodded knowing that he was right. Rebekah was always able to rely on Bakura, he had never let her down before. She then waited in anticipation for him to start counting.

"ONE..."

"TWO..."

"THREE!"

Rebekah's heart pounded as she and Bakura sped through the hot sand. Now they were beginning to get closer making her think that everything was going to be alright, sadly that was not the case. Suddenly Bakura heard her yelp in pain, he turned to face her and shock pulsated through his body when he found out why. A soldier had launched a dagger at her and it had slashed the back of her leg, it bled almost uncontrollability.

"REBEKAH!" Bakura cried out, as she fell forward. "Are you alright?"

"Bakura, I'm so sorry." Rebekah murmured sadly, feeling almost too ashamed to look at him. "I tried and I failed."

"Don't say that!" he yelled, gritting his teeth in angst. In the distance, he could see the soldiers getting closer to them. "You can do this, we can do this! Just try and get up. Please, Rebekah!"

She bent one leg in an attempt to stand upright, but the pain was just too much. Rebekah dropped back weakly at the sight of the blood, it was all over now...

"Get up Rebekah," Bakura demanded impatiently "We need to hurry!"

"But I can't!" She continued to weep.

"Then use the power of the Black Dragon! Unleash the anger within!"

Now what Bakura had suggested would have been more than ideal. The monster within her soul contained powers that were immeasurable, surpassing the strength of any other creature known. However, the truth was Rebekah never really had full control of this power. Often when Rebekah called upon the powers of the Black Dragon, it would be a moment of life or death. She would need to be fully consumed by anger and this would put a high amount of strain on her small body. After utilizing this powers there would be many drawbacks like nosebleeds, high fevers and sometimes difficulty breathing. Even though Bakura thought she was blessed to have such a gift, she didn't always see it way.

"I can't Bakura!" Rebekah repeated a second time. It was at that very moment that he knew she had given up.

Bakura sighed deeply and started to try and hoist her onto his back. Rebekah quickly gathered what he was trying to do and stubbornly pulled herself away from him. "Don't," She said in almost a whisper. "I won't slow you down, I won't hold you back."

He snarled angrily, feeling quite shocked at her reaction. He was only trying to help her and all she did was turn him away. "I won't go anywhere without you!" Bakura hissed.

"Please, you have to!" Rebekah pleaded, the desperation evident in her voice. "I'm too badly injured and if you don't leave me behind they'll catch you too."

"No, I won't!" He argued, shaking his head. "I care for you far too much."

"If you care for me then you'll listen to me." She advised, her eyes becoming glassy with tears. "Just go Bakura! I promise I'll be okay."

Bakura seemed hesitant at first, however, the sight of the soldiers getting closer was enough to convince him. He gently brushed his thumb over her chin and took one last look into her beautiful brown eyes. "Rebekah I promise I'll come back for you."

Rebekah nodded back even though she wasn't entirely sure that he could keep his promise. "Just go!" She screamed one last time and within a matter of seconds, the soldiers were by her side. Bakura hastily fled into the distance and they bound her hands and legs in heavy chains...

"Get going!" A soldier ordered as a sharp spear probed at her back. 'There's no rest for the wicked!"

Rebekah groaned in agony as the soldiers continued to roughly drag her along with the chains she was bound by. The fact that her leg was injured didn't make things easier. It really slowed them down and the fact that she was taking "her own sweet time" continued to frustrate them even further. Walking was the last thing the poor girl needed. She stumbled forward and fell into the sand, it was clear that her body couldn't take any more of this.

"Hold on, it seems as if our little friend has collapsed again." another soldier jeered.

"The Pharoah better give us a good reward for hauling this thief to the dungeon..."

It was quite a long distance, but eventually, they made it to the Pharaoh's palace. The place was absolutely majestic, exactly as her parents had described. She followed them closely behind, internally admiring all the beautiful handcrafted statues and golden hieroglyphics. Little did the soldiers know that Rebekah had been here before.

When they reached a set of large doors, Rebekah was told to wait outside. The time she spent waiting almost felt like an eternity, she mentally counted the seconds both forwards and backward in her head. She didn't even want to think about what fate had in store for her. All of a sudden, she heard a voice and her heart skipped a beat.

"Bring the scoundrel before the pharaoh!"

The guards then returned and brought her into a large room. The first thing she noticed was the golden throne situated in the middle of the room and in it sat a man with tri-colored hair and amethyst eyes. Rebekah had never seen this man in her life so she assumed that he was the one known as Atem. His facial expression was softer than she had expected as if he was just confused as she was. Was he really as cruel as Bakura said he was? She knew she would find out soon.

Next Rebekah observed that there were five other individuals present with the Pharoah, four men, and one woman. They were all dressed in white robes and all had a golden item in their possession. Looking to her right her eyes locked with the one man she hoped to see. He was dressed differently from the others, wearing blue and gold with a large serpent headpiece. The sight of him made her weak at the knees and made her heart beat thump. He was the beautiful high priest with the brown hair and blue eyes...

As Priest Seto looked back at the girl brought before him, he started to feel anxious. Without a doubt, he had seen her before and he knew exactly who she was. He felt sick knowing that he had referred to her as a scoundrel, a brigand, a criminal when she was anything but that. The girl had saved his life and he refused to repay her by taking hers away, even if the crimes she had committed were punishable by death.

'Is it really her? It has to be! I could never forget a face like that...'

'Don't be foolish!' A voice inside his head scolded. 'You do not know this girl! Besides black hair and brown eyes are common to many women in Egypt. She is not the one who saved you before.'

Rebekah continued to stare back at him with frightened eyes. She hoped that he would remember her, that he would show her the same mercy that she had shown him when she spared him from Bakura.

"State your name!" Priest Seto demanded, folding his arms in a serious manner.

The girl standing before him remained silent, she didn't dare utter a word. Words couldn't describe how afraid she was right now. She feared what would happen if she told him who she truly was. How the others would see her if they found out about the Black dragon.

A low growl escaped him, Seto felt quite annoyed by the fact that she refused to say anything. He knew that her silence would only make things more difficult in her current predicament. So he thought he'd try again.

"State your name," he repeated a second time. "Surely you know I have the power to sentence you to death or free you."

Without any signs of hesitation, she was quick to reply this time. "My name is Rebekah," she said quietly and at that very moment, Seto's mind began to spin.

'So it is her!'

"What crime has she committed?" Priest Seto questioned the others.

"She's a thief," Isis spat disgustedly, her eyes moving to the necklace Rebekah was wearing. "Stealing from the pharaoh is an inexcusable crime!"

"Isis is right my Pharoah." Mahad joined in. "That stolen necklace belonged to your mother, the Queen of Egypt. Cast her to the dungeon!"

"Wait," Shada halted the soldiers. "How can we be so rash to make that decision. We know nothing about this girl."

"Very true." Shimon nodded in agreement, before turning to her. "Where are you from Rebekah. In what village were you born?"

Rebekah inhaled deeply. She knew once she answered this question there would be no going back. A part of her wanted to lie, things would have been much easier that way but she couldn't do that to Seto. If he really wanted her dead he would have done something by now and it made her wonder if he cared about her the same way that she cared for him.

"Kul Elna..." She replied in an almost whisper.

For some strange reason, the words she spoke did not evoke the reaction that she expected. Instead, everyone simply stood there with a blank expression on their face. It was as if the name Kul Elna and its history meant nothing to them. However, Rebekah noticed that the man known as Aknadin seemed to be enraged upon hearing her last spoken words.

"This woman is dangerous!" He yelled furiously. "Guards seize her!"

With haste, two guards rushed towards Rebekah pinning her down on either side. Their grip was so strong that no matter how hard she tried she couldn't move. One pulled out a large silver blade and held it close to her neck, it glinted dangerously in front of her face causing her to shiver. At that very moment, Priest Seto felt his blood run cold. They were about to slaughter her in front of his very eyes.

"A being with a heart of such darkness has no place in this world!" Aknadin announced.

"In the name of the pharaoh!" the man with the knife pledged, as he brought it closer to her throat...

"STOP!" Priest Seto screamed out. "STOP RIGHT NOW!"

The man immediately dropped his weapon in a state of panic and looked back at the high priest with wide eyes. Seto had become a complete mess. He was panting heavily and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. No one was able to understand why he was acting this way.

"I have a better idea." he managed to choke out.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING SETO?" Aknadin roared angrily. "THIS GIRL IS EVIL!"

"Then I shall cleanse her soul of this evil," Priest Seto defended, glancing back at her. "So she can walk free."

'I'm so sorry Rebekah, but there is no other way. I must banish the Black Dragon from your soul. Your power may be gone, but at least your life will be spared.'

The soldiers pulled up a large stone tablet and pushed her towards it. Rebekah chewed her lip nervously as she could see each of the Pharoah's guardians moving forward. What on earth did they plan to do with her? Was this some form of punishment?

"Commence with the Millennium trial of this woman's soul," Priest Seto ordered. "Thou shall now be judged by the dark magic of the seven millennium items. Kalim will start."

"The Millennium scale is unable to find balance," Kalim observed, holding out his Millenium item. "Meaning the evil within her heart is immeasurable."

He stepped aside and Shada came forward. "Now the Millenium key I will reveal the creature within," he said, before holding it in front of Rebekah's forehead. Within a few seconds he collapsed, the man was shaking uncontrollably. No one had any idea of what type of creature he had seen except Seto. He was well aware of the extent of her power.

"Shada what did you see?" the others demanded nervously.

"The power within her..." He said gasping for air. "It's too strong. I've never seen such a powerful spirit before."

Everyone stood there stunned, wide-eyed and in shock, however, Aknadin was not so easily convinced. Never had he encountered a monster too strong for the sacred guardians to handle, so he continued the millennium trial unphased by what the others said.

"I shall now invoke the energies of the Millenium eye." he continued nonchalantly. "Thus, revealing and extracting the being that dwells within."

All of a sudden they felt a strong gust of wind. Looking up they all watched on in fear as the creature of darkness descended from the sky. The dragon was covered in black scales and had red eyes that gleamed menacingly. It gave a ferocious roar making everyone that stood before it tremble.

"Unbelievable! How can such a creature live in the heart of a petty thief?" Aknadin exclaimed.

"Now I will rid the girl of this horrid monster!" Priest Seto said lifting up his Millennium item. "Millenium rod relinquish the beast. I beseech thee!"

A strong flash of light emitted from the Millennium rod as Priest Seto dragged the monsters very spirit towards the stone tablet. Even though he experienced great physical and mental anguish in doing so the Dragon was finally sealed away inside the stone tablet. He then gave a sigh of relief knowing that because of this Rebekah would live.

Afterward, everything was quiet, but only for a little while. To their horror, they saw that the stone tablet was beginning to crack. The Guardians of the Pharaoh never had an issue with containing a monsters spirit before. Within a few seconds, the stone tablet had shattered completely. The Black Dragon had freed itself and it looked really angry.

"My Pharoah!" Shada called out, his voice full of fear. "We need to summon the Egyptian gods."

"No!" Priest Seto said quickly. "I can handle this."

"Seto is mad!" Aknadin scoffed, disapproving the actions of the young high priest. "Does he really think he can fight this monster?"

"I think we're about to find out," Isis said, as she watched him advancing towards the Dragon.

Seto cautiously walked up to the Black Dragon, it growled upon noticing her was getting closer. It bared his teeth threateningly at him and in his defense he lifted up his Millennium rod, however that only seemed to aggravate it more. He then had an idea, it was risky but he hoped it would work. The high priest slowly placed his millennium rod on the floor and backed away a few steps.

"What are you doing?" Shimon asked, only to be hushed by Seto.

"I won't fight you." He murmured softly to the Dragon, before slowly walking towards it again.

He walked closer and closer till eventually, he was face to face with the Black Dragon. The creature of darkness eyed him suspiciously, wondering if it were to trust him or not. "I promise I won't hurt you." Priest Seto whispered a second time and then he did something that shocked everyone. He reached one arm forward and started to gently stroke the Dragon's scaly head. The Dragon simply stood there enjoying his touch, stretching out its body as if it were a household pet.

Seto looked over and he saw that Rebekah had a small smile on her face. He then knew that their spirits were connected and that she and the dragon were one. He slowly moved back from the Dragon and it simply vanished. It seemed that it didn't see him as a threat anymore and neither did Rebekah.

"What did you do to the Black dragon?" Aknadin demanded. "Seto where is it?"

"Back in her soul where it belongs," He replied.

"But Seto you can't just let this girl roam free," Aknadin protested. "She is dangerous!"

He looked down glumly, Akndadin was right. The condition of her release was that she was to be cleansed of the monster within and now that the Black Dragon had retreated back into her soul their options were limited. Priest Seto knew that if it were up to the other guardians they would have her sentenced to death, however, he had one final idea. He knew there was a chance that Rebekah might never forgive him, but at least this way she would be safe. He knew Aknadin was growing suspicious and if he asked for her release Seto was afraid that he would learn of his feelings for her. He couldn't let that happen.

"I know," Priest Seto sighed in defeat. "For that, I shall have her locked away in the dungeon where she can never harm anyone ever again."

Rebekah's eyes widened in incredulity, she wasn't sure if she had heard Seto correctly. It hurt her so much knowing that he thought she used her power to hurt people when she had never done such things. Hell, she had used every last ounce of strength she had just to save him that day. How could she have been so naive to think that he cared about her, that he actually wanted to free her? Now because of him, she was sure that she would spend the rest of her days rotting away in the palace dungeon. She took one last glance into his beautiful blue eyes, the blue eyes that belonged to her traitor.

"Guards take her to the dungeon." He commanded, as two soldiers dragged the raven-haired girl away. "Get her out of my sight!"

Rebekah clutched her stomach as she felt it rumble for what seemed to be the hundredth time. It had almost been a day since she had eaten and now the hunger was almost unbearable. To make things worse, she was locked away in an underground dungeon and her arms and legs were bound by heavy chains. Who did she have to thank for that? None other than Seto. Bakura had been right in telling her not to trust the Pharoah or his guardians. How could she have been so foolish to let her infatuation for him cloud her judgment?

Unexpectedly she heard a large door swing open and the sound of footsteps. At first, she was dismissive of the noise thinking that it was merely the guards bringing in another prisoner. However, when she glanced up from her sullen state she saw that it was something far worse than that. It was Priest Seto and he was walking right towards her. Yes, the bastard was making his way towards her cell after all he had done. When he had reached the door he unlocked it with a steel set of keys. The door that held her captive was now wide open.

"What are you doing?" Rebekah hissed, feeling quite skeptical about his actions.

"Saving you!" He replied in a hushed tone.

"Huh?"

Seto quickly ambled towards her, eager to free her from the from the chains she was bound by. When he was just close enough to touch her, she hastily shifted her body away from him. Her lip curling up in anger. Something inside him nearly tore in half when he saw the way that she looked at him, but he then reminded himself that this was expected. Seto knew that now Rebekah would find it hard to trust him, that she didn't know what to think of him anymore.

"Don't take another step!" She warned crossly, narrowing her eyes at him. He simply held up his hands in a surrender and took a few steps backward, wanting to show her that he meant no harm. Rebekah then turned away, she couldn't bring herself to look at him.

"Are you hungry or thirsty?" Priest Seto questioned, only to receive no reply. She looked up stubbornly, refusing to say a word however she was betrayed by a loud growl from her stomach. "I thought as much," he said, before pushing a stone plate towards her. "Here eat."

She suspiciously eyed the plate of food before her. Not only did there seem to be a lot more of it, but it looked vastly superior to the stale bread and vinegar that the guards had given her before. "Where is this from?" Rebekah asked, feeling skeptical towards his kind actions.

"It's mine from the palace." He explained gently.

Rebekah's head told her to doubt Seto once again, but her heart convinced her that he was telling the truth. Maybe her thoughts of him trying to poison her were a bit extreme after all. She slowly reached forward and began to nibble on the bit of food that was closest to her.

"I know whats going to happen next..." She mumbled sorrowfully to herself.

"What?" Priest Seto blurted out confused.

Rebekah shook her head, refusing to repeat what she first said. "So what kind of people are down here with me?" She began. "What crimes have they been convicted of?"

"Theft, treason, and murder just to name a few." Priest Seto continued to list.

"And you think I'm just like them?"

"I know you're nothing like them." He corrected her. "Rebekah I don't believe that you have darkness in your heart."

"How can you say that?" Rebekah questioned, feeling taken aback by his faith in her. "Don't you remember what you saw?"

He smiled. "Yes, I know what I saw back in the Pharoah's courtyard when I thought it was all over for me. I was left at the mercy of a mad man, but then you showed up and saved me. You didn't know a thing about my past, didn't know a thing about me yet you still saved me. That day you believed that I deserved to live and now I am saving you the same way."

Priest Seto walked closer towards her and he was happy to note that this time she didn't flinch or move away. She calmly stood there as she watched him unlock the shackles on her hands and feet. Once she was free, Rebekah rubbed the soreness of one hand with the other. The firm circular motions seemed to subside the pain she felt in her wrists.

"Seto, can I ask you something?" Rebekah said, looking up at him slowly. Seto felt quite intrigued that she had addressed him informally and by his first name. He watched her attentively, eager to hear what she had to say.

"You use that golden rod to draw monsters out of peoples souls right? I heard you say that when a person's soul is cleansed you set them free, but today you had a problem with me. The others said I was too powerful, too strong. They said that they had never encountered a creature like my Dragon. So I wanted to ask you if they were right, have you ever met anyone like me before?"

Before she could even finish asking the question, his mind traveled back to a certain day in his past. It was the day that his village was being attacked by slave traders. He remembered thinking all hope was lost till the White Dragon appeared... Yes, the dragon showed incredible strength, a strength that could easily rival any powers the Black dragon had. Was this the answer that Rebekah was looking for? Suddenly he shook his head free of the thought, it was probably all just some childhood hallucination. He was merely a young boy, he couldn't have been sure of what he saw.

"No," He replied giving her a small smile. "You're one of a kind."

Rebekah smiled back at him and within a few seconds, his fingers lovingly intertwined with hers. "Thank you," She said softly. "Thank you for saving my life. I don't know how I could ever repay you."

"How about like this?" Priest Seto replied softly, before lifting her up in his arms. He pulled her closer towards him, pressing her hard against his long muscular body. She tilted her head upwards and their lips met in a kiss...

Author: I hope everybody enjoyed this chapter! It was certainly one of my favorites to write.

Did anyone pick up on who the new character is? Let's say she has a little something to do with the White Dragon. Who am I kidding? She has everything to do with the White Dragon. It's Kisara for goodness sake! Who will Kisara be to Rebekah friend or foe?

After reading this chapter who actually feels bad for Theif King Bakura? He's stuck in the friend zone...

I'll see you all next chapter and in the mean time please review! :)