*Hello again! As you can see I have the next chapter! I want to say sorry for any confusion. I have lowered the rating to Pg13 for now, since there is blood in the first chapter, but this fanfiction will become rated R. Why? Because later in the story, there will be lemon and rape, okay. Just keep that in mind, and I will give you warning for the lemon and rape chapters. So, again, I'm sorry for the confusion, and I hope you will keep reading. Enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter 3~We will meet again.

Light from the morning sun was engulfing the darkness. People would usually be up, attending the tasks that they have been doing for most of their lives. The guards gave up their search for the two offenders early in the morning. Their only fear was facing the pharaoh. But other than that, everyone else just did what they always did. No one complained and people got on with their lives. News about the murders spread like wildfire, but they continued on with their business, knowing there was nothing they could do.

As the sun kept rising, light entered the room in which Anzu was sleeping in. She could feel the warmth of the sun hit her face and slowly opened her eyes. When fully opened, she sat up, stretched and yawned. She got out of her bed and stretched more; she was soon fully awake and left the room. Anzu remembered about the last night and wondered if her guest was still there. Slowly she walked to her room and looked inside. To her surprise, Bakura was still there. She smiled and for some reason glad that he was still here.

She slowly walked away and went into the kitchen. 'He'll surely be hungry. I better make breakfast. He seemed to really like the soup, so I'll make him some,' she thought as she retrieved all of the ingredients she needed. She made a small fire and began adding the ingredients. She realized yesterday that her parents had water in their room, she felt kind of foolish for not looking in their. But it then made her realize that if she didn't go out to get water yesterday, she would have never met Bakura. It was almost like she was supposed to meet him, but then again it maybe not.

She was concentrating too much on her thoughts and didn't realize that someone was behind her. Anzu couldn't react fast enough when the figure had wrapped his arms tightly around her, making it hard for her to move. The person held on tight and brought his face close to her ear, whispering his words so calmly.

"I told you, don't get to comfortable when a crook is in your house. See how easily I could have gotten you. Foolish girl, never let your guard down," Bakura whispered. Anzu was frozen not knowing what to do, but she remained tranquil. She had a feeling nothing would happen.

"Please," she started to speak, "let me go." Bakura looked at the girl and slowly removed his arms. Anzu then turned around to face him. Her eyes didn't show fear, nor did it show anger. She just stared at Bakura then smiled, making Bakura very surprised. Now he knew that there was something definitely wrong with her. Anzu ignored his look and asked, "Are you hungry? I made more soup." He looked at her a bit dazed then snapped out of it.

"Yeah, I am," he answered, wondering what he should do after all this. Anzu told to him to wait a little longer since the soup was not ready yet, and she sat down in front of him. They were silent, but it was too much to bear for the brown haired girl.

"So," she started, "how long have you been a thief, if you don't mind me asking?" Bakura glanced at her and hesitated to tell her, but he found no harm in it.

"I have been an enemy to everyone practically my whole life," he answered. Anzu waited for him to continue but he was silent.

"How could you have been stealing for all your life? Didn't your parents ever stop you?" she asked, but when his eyes fell as if hurt, she regretted asking. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked anything, you don't answer," she told him as she got up to check on the soup. She then heard him speaking, at first silently, and then he spoke up.

"My father," he began, "he was a thief as well, but he had no choice. In order to survive and provide food for my mother and me, he had to steal. I knew that I would become like him, and when my parents were killed, I began to follow in his footsteps. However I didn't do it only because I had to, but because I wanted to get revenge." Saying all this made Bakura uncomfortable, but he felt it was alright, he could trust her. It was odd to him how easily he just trusted her; it took him a year to trust Malik. He didn't know what was going on, the feelings he felt, everything was confusing.

Anzu could see this, the expression on his face were readable, and she felt she should say something, "Who do you want to get revenge on?" She hoped that question wasn't personal.

"Yami," he said simply, but continued after, "he killed both my parents. He isn't the type to tolerate enemies. He didn't hesitate to kill them, and what was worse I saw it all happen." His features changed to anger, just thinking of the pharaoh infuriated him.

"I'm sorry for your loss," just hearing that Yami killed his parents really surprised her. Was Yami that cruel? But Yami was nice to her, it didn't make any sense.

"I don't need your sympathy," Bakura said coldly. Anzu wanted to say something but thought against it. Rather she went to get him a bowl of soup. The room was silent and no word was dad spoken. She quickly handed Bakura the bowl and sat back down. She wasn't too hungry so she just sat there and thought. She thought it would be best not to tell Bakura that Yami was her friend. True the Pharaoh made her uneasy, but she has known Yami very since she was young, but the thing was, as they got older, he seemed to have changed, making her feel uncomfortable.

When Bakura finished his breakfast, Anzu grabbed the bowl and placed it in a barrel filled with water, which contained other dishes. She stood there for awhile and turned around to see Bakura getting up.

"If you want to go now, you can," she said.

"I think I will. My partner probably is wondering where I am," he said, heading for the door.

"Wait," Anzu stopped him, he turned around and waited for her to continue, "if you…ever need a place to hide, you're more…than welcome to come here. You could come here whenever you're being chased, if you want that is, and you could tell your friend as well. I'm sure you two will be chased after again, so come to my house." He stared at her for a moment; something told him he would see her again, he didn't know when, but this wasn't the last time. So what harm would it be if he agreed?

"That'd be fine. I'll come here if I ever need to. But I don't guarantee your safety when my partner is here. H doesn't get along with people very well. So I warn you not to let you're guard around him. Got it," Bakura said as he continued to walk to the door.

"Wait," Anzu stopped him once again, making Bakura frustrated and impatient, "let me get you something." Anzu quickly ran into her room and came back with some type of clothing. She handed him the clothing and he unfolded it, revealing that it was a cloak. One with a hood and was a very dark blue. "It's so you could cover you're identity," she explained. He looked quizzically at it.

"Won't people be suspicious if I wore this?" he asked.

"No, not really. Many people wear things like those, no one will be suspicious, believe me," she told him.

"Why do you even have this with you," he asked another question.

"I made it for me, but I didn't like very much. I thought it would be useful if I ever needed to hide or something like that," she said, not knowing whether she would have ever used it.

"I see. Well then, I guess I'll out it on," he put the cloak on and it fit him nicely. He shadowed his face with the hood and he wouldn't be able to be identified by anyone. He took off the hood and looked at Anzu.

"Listen, if I were to come here whenever I need to, you must not say one word about this or about me. If you do, Anzu, I won't be responsible for my actions," he threatened. Anzu just nodded her head. He kept staring at her then he quickly turned away and left. Anzu watched him until he could no longer be seen; she knew she would see him, soon.

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"So you failed to catch them again, Bedius?" the pharaoh's voice boomed through the throne room of the palace. Yami was in the worst mood ever. First he found out that Bakura and Malik had been up to no good again, and he heard that Anzu was outside during the night. It scared him to know that she might have been in danger and those stupid guards of his didn't bother to escort her home.

"Yes, my lord, we searched all night, but we could not find them," Bedius said, nervous of what Yami was going to do. It was bad enough that he knew about Anzu. He knew he was going to be punished for this.

"I gave you another chance, yet you still failed. I think punishment is the best thing to do," Yami said, he snapped his fingers and two soldiers appeared beside Bedius, "seven slashes, that's how many he will receive." The soldiers took Bedius away, and he remained calm, he knew it was better to act like a man and face his punishment. As long as it wasn't death, he would be fine.

"Do you really think he deserved that?" Jou, who was watching the whole thing from the side, asked.

"Yes, of course I do. He failed to do what he was supposed to do. I can not tolerate failure, especially when it comes to those thieves," Yami explained, looking angrier than he was before. He couldn't stand the fact that there were thieves roaming around Egypt. He cared about the city and the people, believe it or not, but when it came to the bad people, he couldn't stand them. He blamed them for the way he is, but really he should learn to control his temper.

"Sir," a voice came from the doorway.

"What is it?" the pharaoh asked, trying to stay calm.

"You have a meeting to attend to, remember?" the voice said.

"Very well, I'll be there in a short while," Yami told him, while the person from the doorway left the room. Yami soon felt he was getting a headache. 'After this meeting, I'll go to the temple, Anzu should be there,' he thought as he got up from his chair. He quickly made his way to the meeting, but could only think of Anzu.

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Anzu walked slowly through the market, but she didn't stop to see what the merchants had. She wanted to see Seto, to tell him what had happened, but she knew she couldn't, especially since Bakura threatened her. She couldn't say anything, and she was going to make sure she wouldn't. As she walked to the temple, she held a bowl of soup for Seto, he also loved her soup. It was warm, but soon will turn cold if she did not hurry.

When she reached the temple, she opened the doors and went inside. She saw Seto kneeling in front a statue, the one known as Ra. She slowly made her way to him, and waited until he was done. Seto was done as soon as she reached him, and he turned around, jumping when he saw her.

"Anzu, how long have you been there?" he asked trying to keep his posture straight.

"I just got here, and I brought you soup," she answered handing him the soup and giving him a small peck on the cheek. He wondered what that was for.

"Hello to you too. I see you're in a happy mood," he said smiling at her, he was always glad to see her happy.

"I am," she responded.

"Why exactly?" he asked, curious for what was making her like this.

"I can't say," Anzu said looking away. This got Seto's full attention.

"Really, and why is that?" he kept questioning. Anzu just looked at him and give him a look to back off. He took the warning and decided to change the subject. "So, did you hear about the murders?"

"Murders?" Anzu asked, afraid of what he was going to say.

"Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Shimi were killed and I was responsible for the ceremony. It lasted a really long time, and I was so glad when it was all over. It seems the murderers were Bakura and Malik, and I heard Yami was very angry that they got away. Do you know anything about it?" he asked, giving a sly look.

"No of course not, why would I?" she said trying to defend herself.

"Just asking," he said, "well I'm going to eat, I can't wait to put this delicious soup in my mouth." He left Anzu's side and began eating, and she just smiled at him. Anzu went to where he was and sat down. They started a conversation, laughed, and enjoyed their time together, but Anzu couldn't get her mind off Bakura, she could only think of him.

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Bakura walked slowly to Crime, he was thinking of a certain brunette girl. He couldn't stop thinking of Anzu ever since he left. In truth, he wished he hadn't left. Something just wanted him to know more about the girl. He tried to shrug it off but he just couldn't. He was scared of what he was feeling and didn't know what he should do. As he neared home, he tried to forget about it. He looked from the ground to see Lume at the entrance, and he saw that he had a confused look.

"Bakura, is that you?" Lume spoke, the question really got Bakura angry.

"Of course it's me, you fool! Who else would it be?" Bakura snapped at him, making Lume jump.

"Yeah, I know it's just that I'm surprised to see you. When Malik came back, he didn't know what happened to you. We all thought you were captured by the guards," Lume explained as he moved aside. Bakura didn't want to explain what happened so he just walked away. Lume looked at him baffled.

As Bakura walk deeper into Crime, his thoughts wondered back to Anzu. He couldn't help but growl, and kept on walking. He soon reached his home and walked inside. He walked into his room and saw Malik lying on his bed. This made him even angrier, and he growled louder, making the blonde hair boy jump and fall off the bed.

"Bakura? I can't believe it's you? Where have you been? What happened? I thought you were caught," Malik said, asking too many questions for Bakura to handle.

"Jeez, Malik, don't you have any faith in me?" Bakura said rolling his eyes and went on his bed.

"Of course I do, it's just that I couldn't find you last night. Where were you?" he asked again.

"Just sleeping," Bakura said, not wanting to really talk.

"Where the hell did you sleep? On the ground, outside?" Malik didn't understand his partner sometimes. Bakura didn't know what to tell him. He debated whether he should tell him about Anzu and the things that happened. He then remembered that Anzu would allow him to stay at her place whenever they needed to, so it was probably better to tell him.

"I slept in someone's home," Bakura began, "she offered me to sleep in her home, so I did."

"Ooohhh, she? Did anything happen, Bakura?" Malik said amusingly.

"No, I just slept and left. Reasons for it is because she helped me out, so I owed her. Also, she is allowing me to go to her house whenever we are being chased, you too can go," Bakura explained.

"Really? Well I would like to meet, and tell me did she give you that cloak? Because I want one too," Malik observed the piece of clothing and couldn't help but admire it.

"Yes she did, and I'm sure she would gladly give you one, if you ask politely, that is," Bakura told him, "and if you want to meet her, we can go to her house tonight."

"Really?" Malik asked, having a grin plastered on his face.

"But I warn you, don't touch her," Bakura informed. Malik just nodded his head, fearing of what Bakura would do to him. Bakura smiled at Malik's understanding and lay down on his bed. The reason he would take Malik to Anzu's house was because it was an excuse go see her again. He understood now that there was no point in denying it anymore, he wanted to see her and be with her. But the thing was he didn't know he had fallen for her.

*Well, that's it. I hope you liked that. It was so hard for me to decide what to write, but I got it. Anyways the next chapter will hopefully be better. 'Til then, bye!