Chapter Fourteen: Before Lord's Party

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A/N: Okies, got a hair cut like… two weeks ago and it's boy short, I donated to Locks of Love. Anyways, I crawled out of bed, pulled on some jeans and my favorite brown sweater, got an apple for breakfast. My cousin came over just two minutes later, looked at me and my apple then screamed at the top of her lungs, "HOLY BLEEP! MY COUSIN'S LIGHT YAGAMI!" Then she promptly went fangirly and yeah… apparently, I just need a Death Note now. End of the rant so, ENJOY!

She cried as she was dressed, her tears falling fast. They had unlocked her from the chain but the freedom was only brief, a tracking device and explosive now strapped to her ankle, prevented her from leaving the grounds of Bakura. Though she was dressed nice, she wasn't going to be anyone's doll for their sick enjoyment. Looking down, she tried to think about if she had thrown the party, if her status as Lady was restored and she had thrown a party to celebrate.

As a slave of the House of Kaiba, she should have worn a blue colored dress but since she was in possession of Bakura and Marik, they had flipped a coin to see what color she would wear. Trust Bakura to have a double headed coin. A red, strapless dress was chosen, though she would have died if given the option of wearing the colors again. The whole bodice was covered in rhinestones as the bodice cut off to reveal a long straight skirt, hugging her hips but leaving enough room for her to run if ordered to.

Other slaves of Bakura had been ordered to make Tea look presentable, as she was to be the subject of the party, the ones they were going to rub in everyone else's faces and after the party, the dress would be in ribbons and her screams would echo throughout the night, if Bakura would have his way.

She didn't want this; she wanted to be free, to be somewhere safe, not trapped like this! Her mind snapped as she rocked her body, her thoughts racing to her past. When remembering that she was a Lady, that she was engaged to Domino's most powerful man, she never felt more safe but every time Bakura or Marik came near, her mind would snap again and she'd rock, trying to forget about where she was and who she was with.

A loud slap rung through the air as she fell on her side. "Shut up!" Bakura shouted, scaring away any slaves that were near him. Giving them all a glare, he sent them away, each running for their lives. "Tea Anzu Mazaki Gardner, first born of Tenzou Gardner, fifth son of the Gardner line. Wouldn't your family just be so pleased that you are now a slave and now, you're going crazy," he sneered, cackling as he hit her again. Grabbing her hair, Bakura forced her up and held her lower jaw. "You and I are going to have so much fun and if you dare go crazy in the middle of it, I'll slit your throat."

Throwing her back down, he shouted for those who ran away to come back and fix her back up. Leaving the room, Bakura glared at his twin, who was watching for the doorway. "What?"

Ryou looked away, trying to ignore the hole that Bakura's eyes were drilling. "Nothing, Bakura, nothing."

"Get over it, Ryou. She's just a stupid slave who is in her place."

-.-.-

Seto Kaiba glared at the Moto twins for the umpteenth time that day. "Explain."

Yami sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Kaiba, we don't have time for this."

"Just shut up and explain!" Yugi jumped and looked at Yami. Sure, he's seen the eldest Kaiba really pissed off but never like this.

Taking a deep breath, the older Moto started. "Bakura will be presenting Tea at the party. He's expecting all of us to be there and act presentable while he rubs it in that he has her."

Yugi nodded with his brother's statement and then looked at Kaiba. "I think there is a way to get her out of there."

"And what do you propose? Waltzing up to Bakura, asking for her back and him returning her? Don't be an idiot!"

"No, no, there is a law somewhere that forbids Lords from taking slaves from his fellow Lords," Yugi explained slowly. Then, face met palm. "But this is Bakura we're talking about. He breaks laws all the time."

"Really?" Sarcasm, Seto Kaiba's weapon of choice.

"Kaiba, if we behave as we are supposed to, I'm sure that no harm will come to her and there will be a spot to take Tea back," Yami said, defending his brother.

"She is mine, has been from the start and always will be."

Yami stood and glared at the older Lord. "Just because you had history, emphasis on HAD, doesn't mean she's going to stay yours. She's a former Lady, a slave, yes, but she will buy herself into freedom." And when she does, that's when I will make her mine, he thought, his jaw clenched.

Seto's ice blue eyes narrowed, his fist curling up. "I don't know why I'm even bothering with you two geeks."

Yugi held up his hands. "We wanted to help. We were friends with Tea when we were kids." Looking from his brother to the Kaiba Lord, he lowered his hands. "I understand that you two were once a thing but now isn't the time for fighting, Bakura and Marik are the enemy, not us. Kaiba, you will need help in rescuing her."

"I don't need anyone's help."

-.-.-

Mokuba paced the room as Noa was busy typing up something on his flat screen computer. "Stop that, you'll wear a hole in the carpet and that isn't easy to cover up. I'm not buying another Persian rug for you to cover up your mistakes."

Stopping, Mokuba looked at his step brother before chewing on his lower lip. "I miss Tea."

"You miss a SLAVE?"

"A FORMER Lady."

"Whatever." Noa returned back to his typing before double clicking on a file that appeared on his screen. "Hey, Mokki, get out of your mood and check this out."

Looking over his brother's shoulder, Mokuba quickly read the schematics and data in the file before looking at the mini Seto. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." Looking at the watch on his left wrist, Noa looked back at the screen. "Tonight. We have a few hours to prepare."

"Should we tell Seto?" Mokuba wondered out loud as he scrolled down, trying to find a flaw in his brother's plan.

Noa pushed away from the desk and shook his head. "Nah, we'll do this on our own. We had better start working now though." Typing up several codes, Noa's eyes went to Mokuba's. "Go see if they have a solid plan and when they do, come tell me."

Mokuba nodded and took off his shoes, letting his socks muffle his footsteps as he rushed through the hallways to look over the main room where the three Lords were arguing amongst themselves. Face met palm, hard.

A/N: Writer's block is gone. Review.