Master's Assassin
Author's note- I don't own Bakura, Malik or any of the Yu-Gi-Oh characters
mentioned. Chandra is my own character though.
Chapter 1
The Hunted
Bakura stepped back into the shadow of the ally. There was still no sign of his quarry. He wasn't worried though; his Master had said that his quarry would be here and his Master did not lie to him. Bakura waited patiently, he had plenty of time. A few minutes later he saw the person he was hunting. Pulling up the hood of his cloak around his head, Bakura moved out into the street.
The person he was following was obviously not in a hurry as every once in awhile he would stop and look at the merchandise the venders on the side of the road were selling. He was wearing a loose robe that covered him from shoulders to feet, with a hood pulled over his head.
Bakura followed the hooded figure until they passed out of the market providence and into a more secluded area. After his prey turned a corner Bakura decided to make his move. He came around the corner as silent as a cat and almost ran into the person that he was trying to capture. Dodging the punch that was thrown at him Bakura launched his attack.
After a short fight, in which Bakura was punched in the face, he managed to knock his opponent out. As Bakura's opponent fell to the ground the hood covering his head was thrown back and a mass of blond hair and his face was revealed. Bakura took a step back. 'He's a she.' He thought. 'Master didn't tell me I was going to be dealing with a girl.' He gingerly touched his cheek. 'She sure can fight' he admitted. After making sure she was unconscious and going to remain that was for awhile Bakura picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
Bakura deposited his burden at the feet of his Master. "My Lord," Bakura bowed, "I've brought her as you asked."
"Good. Revive her."
Bakura reached into a pouch hanging at his waist and brought out a vial of smelling salts. Bakura waved it under her nose. She awoke with a start and tried to stand up but her hands were tied together. She managed to get to her knees but Bakura grabbed her arms and forced to turn and face his Master.
"Aaah, Mistress Chandra. How nice of you to join us." Bakura's Master said rising out of his throne.
She glared at him. "And who are you?"
"Me?" He chuckled. "I am the future Master of the World. My name is Malik and you would be wise to serve me." Saying this he threw back his hood to reveal his face.
Chandra looked up into his face. He had bronze skin and dirty blond hair that fell into his eyes and flew about his face. Despite this she wouldn't have labeled him as cute. 'He is too commanding to be cute' she thought, 'Gorgeous is a better word'. He absolutely radiated power and strength. She twisted her head to look at his companion who was still holding her. 'Or his minion more like.' He had purple hair that was almost white and went everywhere including in his face and looked like he hadn't combed it for weeks. His large eyes were a deep brown. He wasn't bad looking either. She sighed and faced Malik again.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" She asked.
Malik grinned. "That's more like it. I have noticed that you have a natural ability to go unnoticed. I want to use that ability."
"You mean you want a spy." She said flatly. He nodded. "If you desire to put it in those terms, then yes, I want to use you to spy. Or if you do well in my services then maybe an assassin."
She thought about it. If she agreed she new that she would be safe from these people but she doubted the people she would be spying on would be any less dangerous. "And if I refuse?" She asked.
"Then I'm sure we can find another use for you." He snapped his fingers and from behind the throne came a man dragging a woman. She was limp in his grasp and Chandra could tell she had been sorely mistreated. Depositing her in front of the throne the man pulled a whip from his belt and flicked it menacingly toward her. The man looked at Malik who gave a slight nod. The man's whip flicked out twice leaving marks on the woman's shoulders. She didn't scream or cry out, she was beyond caring. Chandra darted forward as the whip flicked out again. Chandra took the whip on her arm. The whip wrapped around her arm, with a yank she got the whip away from the man. She took the whip and shook it threateningly at him.
"That's cruel. I don't care what she's done it's not right to torture her." Chandra turned to the woman on the floor. Turning her over Chandra saw that the woman was unconscious. She heard a gentle step behind her. She turned and flicked the whip out at the person's ankles.
Before he knew what was happening the whip around Bakura's ankles had been pulled tight and he was falling to the ground. Bakura managed to catch himself and not fall totally down but instead fell to his knees. Gasping as pain shot up his legs Bakura sat back on his heels.
Malik was momentarily taken by surprise when Bakura fell but he covered it quickly. He took a step toward them clapping. "Very good, very good."
Chandra quickly dropped the whip. "I won't play your sick games, Malik!" She yelled.
Bakura had untangled himself by this time and got to his feet. Malik motioned for him to take Chandra away. "Very well, Mistress Chandra let's see if you change your mind after a few days in a cell. Take her away."
Bakura led Chandra down a hallway into a room. The room had four cells in each wall except the one where they entered. Bakura led her to one on the wall farthest from the entrance. "You might as well help him, you know. He'll get you to help him eventually anyway, by saying yes now you'll save yourself a lot of pain and suffering." Bakura shut the cell door, locked it, and walked away. Chandra sat on the cold bench that was the only furnishing in the cell. She didn't want to work with this Malik guy but seeing as he was capable of torture and she had nothing else to do she didn't know how long she would be able to resist his offer. 'I hate it when this happens' she thought as she lay down and tried to get comfortable.
The next day she awoke to the sound of slamming doors and running feet. The door to the prison room was flung open to reveal a disheveled Bakura. He dressed as a kid in blue jeans and a T-shirt. He looked somehow a lot gentler than when she had last seen him. He looked around wildly then dashed out slamming the door behind him.
Chandra was puzzled. 'Why did he look so scared?' she wondered. 'What was he looking for?' She had decided that he had definitely been looking for something, or someone. The question was.what?
Chandra spent some time then to think. She had been tired of her old life anyway, and this was a perfect chance to do something different. The only thing was that this had a definite evil taint to it. Chandra was a moral person to an extent. She didn't harm anyone without a reason but she didn't mind harming a person to get what she wanted. In other words, she wasn't cruel, just determined. 'Alright let's give these guys a try' she thought.
Later that day Bakura came back into the room carrying a tray of food. He unlocked her door and slipped inside. He handed her the tray and leaned against the wall while she ate. After she was done he took the tray and was about to leave when Chandra spoke up. "I've decided. I would like to serve you and your Master."
Bakura smiled. "I'm glad to see that you've come to your senses. Come, I'll take you to our Master."
He led her out of the room still with one hand on her shoulder. 'He still doesn't trust me.' Chandra thought, 'then again, I wouldn't trust me either.' She was led back into the throne room where she had first been revived. Malik was sitting in the throne. She was led to the base.
Bakura was still wary of this girl. She still might have something planned, females where tricky like that. She surprised him as the first thing she did upon reaching the base of the throne was to fall to her knees in front of Malik.
"Sir, please forgive my resistance earlier. I am now fully prepared to follow you."
Malik raised an eyebrow at Bakura, he was clearly suspicious. "And what, pray tell, made you decide to join us?"
Chandra looked at him. She decided that in this case honesty was the best way to go. "My Lord, I simply want a change of scenery. I'm tired of doing what I've always done. Besides you have a good operation. Also you have very good looking assistants." When she said the last statement she slid a look towards Bakura but he kept his eyes straight ahead.
Malik chuckled. "Very well. You shall be permitted into our order. You understand of course that until we are sure we can trust you, you will be given mundane chores."
Chandra liked his frankness. "Of course. It's what I would have done had I been in your place." She got to her feet. "Thank you My Lord." She said with a bow.
Malik motioned Bakura towards him. "Take her to get outfitted with everything she will need while staying inside our warren. She is not to leave under any circumstances unless I say so. Also you will give her a room next door to yours."
Bakura raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Next to mine, Master?" Bakura wasn't sure that was a good idea. His room was right next to Malik's room. He walked up next to Malik. "What if she tries to strangle me in my sleep? Or you?" Bakura whispered. "Until you're sure you can trust her don't you think a room inside the servants' wing would be better?"
"Keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer. My dear Bakura I know what I'm doing and I think she is honest about being on our side.at least until she gets a better offer from somewhere else. Now run along and get her outfitted."
Stung by the verbal reprimand, Bakura led Chandra down another corridor to a door marked with a strange symbol. "This is the tailor's room. We keep all our spare outfits in here." He unlocked the door and followed her inside.
After getting all her clothing and shoes Bakura showed Chandra to a room next to his. "This is where you will sleep. Here is your key; it only opens your door."
Chandra nodded. She stepped inside and was surprised when Bakura followed her in. She inspected the room. It was larger than she thought it was going to be. There was a queen size bed in one corner and a table with a chair in the other. One door in the wall led off to a bathroom and the other to a small closet. The floor was covered with nice thick rugs and the bed had nice covers and sheets. There were no windows which led Chandra think that they were underground.
She turned around to see Bakura watching her. She raised an eyebrow. He turned his eyes away and asked her if there was anything she needed.
"No. Thank you."
"Well if you have any needs just push this button." He showed her a small button on the wall next to the bed. "Come on now, I need to show you the rest of this place."
He led her on an extensive tour to show her the mess hall, the private dinning rooms, the guards' quarters and anything else he thought would be important. They ended the tour in the hallway leading to both their rooms.
"Master's quarters are right up the hall to the left past mine. And seeing as it's getting late we should both go to bed."
"Goodnight then Master Bakura."
"Goodnight to you Chandra. And welcome to our service. I hope you will not be disappointed with us." Bakura gave a short bow and turned to let himself into his own rooms.
"Bakura." Chandra called.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Who were you searching for this morning when you came into the prison room?"
"A thief." He answered with a smile before disappearing
Chandra unlocked her door and went inside. She realized that Bakura might not have been telling the truth about what he was looking for. She changed into the nightshirt that had been provided to her and slipped into the bed. 'Why would he lie?' she wondered as she pulled up the covers. She fell asleep almost as soon as she closed her eyes.
Chapter 1
The Hunted
Bakura stepped back into the shadow of the ally. There was still no sign of his quarry. He wasn't worried though; his Master had said that his quarry would be here and his Master did not lie to him. Bakura waited patiently, he had plenty of time. A few minutes later he saw the person he was hunting. Pulling up the hood of his cloak around his head, Bakura moved out into the street.
The person he was following was obviously not in a hurry as every once in awhile he would stop and look at the merchandise the venders on the side of the road were selling. He was wearing a loose robe that covered him from shoulders to feet, with a hood pulled over his head.
Bakura followed the hooded figure until they passed out of the market providence and into a more secluded area. After his prey turned a corner Bakura decided to make his move. He came around the corner as silent as a cat and almost ran into the person that he was trying to capture. Dodging the punch that was thrown at him Bakura launched his attack.
After a short fight, in which Bakura was punched in the face, he managed to knock his opponent out. As Bakura's opponent fell to the ground the hood covering his head was thrown back and a mass of blond hair and his face was revealed. Bakura took a step back. 'He's a she.' He thought. 'Master didn't tell me I was going to be dealing with a girl.' He gingerly touched his cheek. 'She sure can fight' he admitted. After making sure she was unconscious and going to remain that was for awhile Bakura picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
Bakura deposited his burden at the feet of his Master. "My Lord," Bakura bowed, "I've brought her as you asked."
"Good. Revive her."
Bakura reached into a pouch hanging at his waist and brought out a vial of smelling salts. Bakura waved it under her nose. She awoke with a start and tried to stand up but her hands were tied together. She managed to get to her knees but Bakura grabbed her arms and forced to turn and face his Master.
"Aaah, Mistress Chandra. How nice of you to join us." Bakura's Master said rising out of his throne.
She glared at him. "And who are you?"
"Me?" He chuckled. "I am the future Master of the World. My name is Malik and you would be wise to serve me." Saying this he threw back his hood to reveal his face.
Chandra looked up into his face. He had bronze skin and dirty blond hair that fell into his eyes and flew about his face. Despite this she wouldn't have labeled him as cute. 'He is too commanding to be cute' she thought, 'Gorgeous is a better word'. He absolutely radiated power and strength. She twisted her head to look at his companion who was still holding her. 'Or his minion more like.' He had purple hair that was almost white and went everywhere including in his face and looked like he hadn't combed it for weeks. His large eyes were a deep brown. He wasn't bad looking either. She sighed and faced Malik again.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" She asked.
Malik grinned. "That's more like it. I have noticed that you have a natural ability to go unnoticed. I want to use that ability."
"You mean you want a spy." She said flatly. He nodded. "If you desire to put it in those terms, then yes, I want to use you to spy. Or if you do well in my services then maybe an assassin."
She thought about it. If she agreed she new that she would be safe from these people but she doubted the people she would be spying on would be any less dangerous. "And if I refuse?" She asked.
"Then I'm sure we can find another use for you." He snapped his fingers and from behind the throne came a man dragging a woman. She was limp in his grasp and Chandra could tell she had been sorely mistreated. Depositing her in front of the throne the man pulled a whip from his belt and flicked it menacingly toward her. The man looked at Malik who gave a slight nod. The man's whip flicked out twice leaving marks on the woman's shoulders. She didn't scream or cry out, she was beyond caring. Chandra darted forward as the whip flicked out again. Chandra took the whip on her arm. The whip wrapped around her arm, with a yank she got the whip away from the man. She took the whip and shook it threateningly at him.
"That's cruel. I don't care what she's done it's not right to torture her." Chandra turned to the woman on the floor. Turning her over Chandra saw that the woman was unconscious. She heard a gentle step behind her. She turned and flicked the whip out at the person's ankles.
Before he knew what was happening the whip around Bakura's ankles had been pulled tight and he was falling to the ground. Bakura managed to catch himself and not fall totally down but instead fell to his knees. Gasping as pain shot up his legs Bakura sat back on his heels.
Malik was momentarily taken by surprise when Bakura fell but he covered it quickly. He took a step toward them clapping. "Very good, very good."
Chandra quickly dropped the whip. "I won't play your sick games, Malik!" She yelled.
Bakura had untangled himself by this time and got to his feet. Malik motioned for him to take Chandra away. "Very well, Mistress Chandra let's see if you change your mind after a few days in a cell. Take her away."
Bakura led Chandra down a hallway into a room. The room had four cells in each wall except the one where they entered. Bakura led her to one on the wall farthest from the entrance. "You might as well help him, you know. He'll get you to help him eventually anyway, by saying yes now you'll save yourself a lot of pain and suffering." Bakura shut the cell door, locked it, and walked away. Chandra sat on the cold bench that was the only furnishing in the cell. She didn't want to work with this Malik guy but seeing as he was capable of torture and she had nothing else to do she didn't know how long she would be able to resist his offer. 'I hate it when this happens' she thought as she lay down and tried to get comfortable.
The next day she awoke to the sound of slamming doors and running feet. The door to the prison room was flung open to reveal a disheveled Bakura. He dressed as a kid in blue jeans and a T-shirt. He looked somehow a lot gentler than when she had last seen him. He looked around wildly then dashed out slamming the door behind him.
Chandra was puzzled. 'Why did he look so scared?' she wondered. 'What was he looking for?' She had decided that he had definitely been looking for something, or someone. The question was.what?
Chandra spent some time then to think. She had been tired of her old life anyway, and this was a perfect chance to do something different. The only thing was that this had a definite evil taint to it. Chandra was a moral person to an extent. She didn't harm anyone without a reason but she didn't mind harming a person to get what she wanted. In other words, she wasn't cruel, just determined. 'Alright let's give these guys a try' she thought.
Later that day Bakura came back into the room carrying a tray of food. He unlocked her door and slipped inside. He handed her the tray and leaned against the wall while she ate. After she was done he took the tray and was about to leave when Chandra spoke up. "I've decided. I would like to serve you and your Master."
Bakura smiled. "I'm glad to see that you've come to your senses. Come, I'll take you to our Master."
He led her out of the room still with one hand on her shoulder. 'He still doesn't trust me.' Chandra thought, 'then again, I wouldn't trust me either.' She was led back into the throne room where she had first been revived. Malik was sitting in the throne. She was led to the base.
Bakura was still wary of this girl. She still might have something planned, females where tricky like that. She surprised him as the first thing she did upon reaching the base of the throne was to fall to her knees in front of Malik.
"Sir, please forgive my resistance earlier. I am now fully prepared to follow you."
Malik raised an eyebrow at Bakura, he was clearly suspicious. "And what, pray tell, made you decide to join us?"
Chandra looked at him. She decided that in this case honesty was the best way to go. "My Lord, I simply want a change of scenery. I'm tired of doing what I've always done. Besides you have a good operation. Also you have very good looking assistants." When she said the last statement she slid a look towards Bakura but he kept his eyes straight ahead.
Malik chuckled. "Very well. You shall be permitted into our order. You understand of course that until we are sure we can trust you, you will be given mundane chores."
Chandra liked his frankness. "Of course. It's what I would have done had I been in your place." She got to her feet. "Thank you My Lord." She said with a bow.
Malik motioned Bakura towards him. "Take her to get outfitted with everything she will need while staying inside our warren. She is not to leave under any circumstances unless I say so. Also you will give her a room next door to yours."
Bakura raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Next to mine, Master?" Bakura wasn't sure that was a good idea. His room was right next to Malik's room. He walked up next to Malik. "What if she tries to strangle me in my sleep? Or you?" Bakura whispered. "Until you're sure you can trust her don't you think a room inside the servants' wing would be better?"
"Keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer. My dear Bakura I know what I'm doing and I think she is honest about being on our side.at least until she gets a better offer from somewhere else. Now run along and get her outfitted."
Stung by the verbal reprimand, Bakura led Chandra down another corridor to a door marked with a strange symbol. "This is the tailor's room. We keep all our spare outfits in here." He unlocked the door and followed her inside.
After getting all her clothing and shoes Bakura showed Chandra to a room next to his. "This is where you will sleep. Here is your key; it only opens your door."
Chandra nodded. She stepped inside and was surprised when Bakura followed her in. She inspected the room. It was larger than she thought it was going to be. There was a queen size bed in one corner and a table with a chair in the other. One door in the wall led off to a bathroom and the other to a small closet. The floor was covered with nice thick rugs and the bed had nice covers and sheets. There were no windows which led Chandra think that they were underground.
She turned around to see Bakura watching her. She raised an eyebrow. He turned his eyes away and asked her if there was anything she needed.
"No. Thank you."
"Well if you have any needs just push this button." He showed her a small button on the wall next to the bed. "Come on now, I need to show you the rest of this place."
He led her on an extensive tour to show her the mess hall, the private dinning rooms, the guards' quarters and anything else he thought would be important. They ended the tour in the hallway leading to both their rooms.
"Master's quarters are right up the hall to the left past mine. And seeing as it's getting late we should both go to bed."
"Goodnight then Master Bakura."
"Goodnight to you Chandra. And welcome to our service. I hope you will not be disappointed with us." Bakura gave a short bow and turned to let himself into his own rooms.
"Bakura." Chandra called.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Who were you searching for this morning when you came into the prison room?"
"A thief." He answered with a smile before disappearing
Chandra unlocked her door and went inside. She realized that Bakura might not have been telling the truth about what he was looking for. She changed into the nightshirt that had been provided to her and slipped into the bed. 'Why would he lie?' she wondered as she pulled up the covers. She fell asleep almost as soon as she closed her eyes.