Author's note: Hi guys! I just wanted to let you know that the next *real* chapter will be out sometime between Thursday and Sunday if all goes well. My classes are keeping me busy, which means that I haven't had a chance to start it yet. It'll be my first non pre-written chapter, so I can make no promises other than to say that I'll try to keep to that guys are awesome, so I wanted to give you guys something until the chapter comes out. Unless you guys want me to keep it up I'll delete it when the next chapter is ready for you!
Thanks for all of your support so far!
-TheEagerScribbler
***In case you haven't read the author's note: This is just to tide you over until I finish the next chapter. I'll delete it before I post it unless you guys want me to keep it up.
Higher Stakes: Akari's pov
Every hour of every day was spent locked in the same shoebox motel room. Sometimes Bakura, Akari's captor, would leave for hours on end and come back looking entirely too pleased with himself, and other days he'd come back in a foul mood. On those days he'd come back muttering and swearing under his breath in a language that she couldn't understand.
Often he'd just sit there in the desk chair and watch her with calculating eyes. Maybe he was trying to figure the best way to factor her into his plans, or maybe he was just a creep. Either way it made a shiver crawl up her spine.
Sometimes when he was bored he'd tell her about his earlier encounters with her dad and the ancient Pharaoh that had bested him twice, or sometimes he'd ramble on about fate and destiny.
"It appears that fate has brought us all together one final time. Things didn't happen the way that they were meant to and now fate is finally bringing about what should have been! You get to watch as history is made little girl-you should feel honored!" He'd said one evening late at night when neither could sleep.
"You're right, I'm glad I'll get to be there to watch my father kick your butt back to Egypt!"
"I doubt that. But Egypt...that is intriguing."
Many of their conversations were like that. She sometimes got the feeling that she didn't entirely understand what he was talking about because he'd say and mean another.
He was definitely clever, and he did have a way with words, but there was something off about him. She wondered if the evil had made him unbalanced somehow. If she were to be honest with herself (something that she had attempted to make a habit of doing) she had wondered why he hadn't done anything to her. She had thought that he'd at least try to use her shake her dad during a duel or something. Instead he'd bring back a pizza or take out and use the stolen credit card to rent a movie.
Today he had brought back something that smelled spices. Before he even took it out of the bag she knew what it was-it had to have been some sort of curry, because it smelled exactly like her Mom's cooking. He handed her a fork-it was real tableware this time-and flimsy paper plate that he glomped a portion of chicken and rice onto.
"I thought you'd appreciate a little change." He had said with a strange smile on his face.
She looked at with some hesitation. It smelled delicious, but how did she know that he hadn't poisoned it?
"Don't worry, it's perfectly safe-surely you've realized now that it is most advantageous for me to keep you alive until my plans come to fruition."
She shrugged and took a bite. It was cold, but it tasted exactly like her mother's cooking. It suddenly hit her. The weird smile, the smell, the fact that it so cold- it was her mother's cooking. Her heart stopped and she nearly dropped the plate. He had broken into her house? "What did you do to them?" She shouted.
"I just dropped by for a little visit, that's all. Nobody was there, so I stole some food from the fridge. I don't suppose stealing the right word anyway-you do technically live there after all, and I have graciously decided to share it with you. We are simply two acquaintances sharing a meal together. I hardly think they'll notice-your mother's been busy in the kitchen lately-the entire icebox was filled with food. You could have fed my village for a week with all of the food in there." His face suddenly grew dark, but he chose not to say something. His message was loud and clear. She had better behave herself or he'd hurt her family. It wasn't like she could do anything anyway. As much as she wanted to, escape was impossible. How does one escape a cage with no door?
She missed everything-her dad's easy smile, her mom's pep talks, Uncle Joey's spurr of the moment duels, and Uncle Seto's lectures about keeping ahead of everyone else. She had never missed home so much. She hated it, but all she could was wait for her Dad to rescue her. If anyone could do it, it was him...right? For the thousandth time she had been kidnapped she found herself repeating something that her Mom had said a thousand times-Have faith.
Author's note:
How'd you like a peek into Akari's situation? Thanks so much to all who read and review. The next chapter should be up in about a week!
Sincerely,
TheEagerScribbler
