Chapter Three
Six months later:
Everything was different now. There was no hiding from it. Master Sayaru was deathly ill, and Seta was dead. She hadn't stolen anything since before that day, and people in the market began to look at her strangely.
She cared about nothing else now. All she wanted was revenge. Revenge against the Pharaoh, the one who killed Seta. She remembered how she had almost fallen for him when she saw him as a boy. Almost fell in his trap. She wasn't going to let that happen now. Not ever, she said to herself.
She knew she had to steal now. Master Sayaru was in dire need of herbal medicines, and all the boys complained of how she never did anything anymore. She wished to prove them wrong. Security in the market had gone down from decreasing theft. Now was her chance.
She took off in the market, ducking under tables and curtains, trying not to be noticed. When she had finally reached the herbal medicines, she saw that the store owner had left to discuss a complaint with a pestering customer. She snuck behind the curtain to see what was on the shelves. She found the right bottle, and fled, avoiding attention from the busy townspeople.
She smiled with achievement as she had turned into the alley without being noticed. But everything went downhill when she heard an abrupt whistle. A guard was chasing after her. She sped up, turning corner after corner. She cursed when she saw guards from the front of her. An entire pack. She could feel a hard tug on her shirt, pulling her to the ground. The bottle had rolled to the side.
She looked to then pack in front of her to see the middle split in half and a tall man standing between it. She knew it was him by the way he was dressed. All fancied up, always going around expecting people to bow down to him everyplace he set foot on. The ever so handsome, lovely, and sweet Pharaoh. She glared at him, and then stood up. She wouldn't be disgraced by him.
He knew what she was planning. "Bow to me."
She stood there, still glaring at him.
"I said bow!"
Nothing.
He stomped on the medicine bottle, shattering glass all around, and even cutting her arm. She was furious now.
"I needed that!"
"It's too late. I've heard a lot about you, Ayara."
How did he know her name? Seta. He must've made Seta tell him. Either way, she hated being called by that. The only people she would let call her that was Master Sayaru and Seta.
"My name is not-"
"Guards, take her to the palace. I shall keep her under my watch now."
What was he doing? Only specified criminals were taken to the palace. Others were just sent to the normal prison. The Pharaoh's guards took hold of her arms, and dragged her to the palace. She knew she needed to get that medicine to Master Sayaru fast. She kicked and struggled to get out, but it only caused her more trouble. The Pharaoh was being carried on blankets and curtains ahead of her. What a spoiled brat, she thought. He must've lived like this his entire life.
When they had reached the palace, she was placed in a very uncomfortable prison. It was dark, cold, and wet. She wasn't sure if there were any rats down there, but she wouldn't have been surprised. It was nothing new to her, since at the hideout all of that was there. She sat down, and thought about her position. Master Sayaru was deathly ill, but she couldn't get to him because of a stupid half-wit pharaoh who arrested her. Could anything be any more annoying?
Caught up in her thoughts, she fell asleep on the cold ground. The last thing that mumbled out was,
"I hate my life."
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He couldn't stop. All he could think about was that girl. She looked so familiar. But where had he seen her? It seemed like it had been a long time. But thoughts were broken by a voice.
"My Pharaoh," said one minion.
"What do you want?"
"How long do you plan to keep that stupid wench locked up in the prison?"
"How dare you! That is disrespectful, and I will not tolerate it."
"Sorry, sir. Will my question be answered?"
"No, it will not. Get out of my sight, you disgust me."
As the minion had retreated, he pondered the question. The law for imprisoning thieves was only supposed to be one night. He would have to let her free by dawn. There was something to it all, though. He didn't want her to leave.
Could he have gained feelings for this girl? No. Never.
Then what was it?
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Zoe-San: End of Chapter Three. Hope you liked it. ^_~
Yami: They better.
Zoe-San: -_-'
Yami Bakura: If they don't they shall all burn-
Zoe-San: What are you doing here?! You're not even in this fic!
Yami Bakura: Neither are you.
Zoe-San: I'm the authoress.
Yami Bakura: Well.........you're not technically in this fiction, so I have the right to be here.
Zoe-San: Bakura?
Yami Bakura: You know, you shouldn't be so rude as to-
Zoe-San: Bakura?
Yami Bakura: People deserve the respect to-
Zoe-San: Bakura?!
Yami Bakura: Did you see the last episode? Tea stole my ring!
Zoe-San: BAKURA!!!
Yami Bakura: Yessssss?
Zoe-San: Shut up!
Yami Bakura: That wasn't polite.
Yami: *puts duct tape over Bakura's mouth*
Yami Bakura: *muffled curses*
Six months later:
Everything was different now. There was no hiding from it. Master Sayaru was deathly ill, and Seta was dead. She hadn't stolen anything since before that day, and people in the market began to look at her strangely.
She cared about nothing else now. All she wanted was revenge. Revenge against the Pharaoh, the one who killed Seta. She remembered how she had almost fallen for him when she saw him as a boy. Almost fell in his trap. She wasn't going to let that happen now. Not ever, she said to herself.
She knew she had to steal now. Master Sayaru was in dire need of herbal medicines, and all the boys complained of how she never did anything anymore. She wished to prove them wrong. Security in the market had gone down from decreasing theft. Now was her chance.
She took off in the market, ducking under tables and curtains, trying not to be noticed. When she had finally reached the herbal medicines, she saw that the store owner had left to discuss a complaint with a pestering customer. She snuck behind the curtain to see what was on the shelves. She found the right bottle, and fled, avoiding attention from the busy townspeople.
She smiled with achievement as she had turned into the alley without being noticed. But everything went downhill when she heard an abrupt whistle. A guard was chasing after her. She sped up, turning corner after corner. She cursed when she saw guards from the front of her. An entire pack. She could feel a hard tug on her shirt, pulling her to the ground. The bottle had rolled to the side.
She looked to then pack in front of her to see the middle split in half and a tall man standing between it. She knew it was him by the way he was dressed. All fancied up, always going around expecting people to bow down to him everyplace he set foot on. The ever so handsome, lovely, and sweet Pharaoh. She glared at him, and then stood up. She wouldn't be disgraced by him.
He knew what she was planning. "Bow to me."
She stood there, still glaring at him.
"I said bow!"
Nothing.
He stomped on the medicine bottle, shattering glass all around, and even cutting her arm. She was furious now.
"I needed that!"
"It's too late. I've heard a lot about you, Ayara."
How did he know her name? Seta. He must've made Seta tell him. Either way, she hated being called by that. The only people she would let call her that was Master Sayaru and Seta.
"My name is not-"
"Guards, take her to the palace. I shall keep her under my watch now."
What was he doing? Only specified criminals were taken to the palace. Others were just sent to the normal prison. The Pharaoh's guards took hold of her arms, and dragged her to the palace. She knew she needed to get that medicine to Master Sayaru fast. She kicked and struggled to get out, but it only caused her more trouble. The Pharaoh was being carried on blankets and curtains ahead of her. What a spoiled brat, she thought. He must've lived like this his entire life.
When they had reached the palace, she was placed in a very uncomfortable prison. It was dark, cold, and wet. She wasn't sure if there were any rats down there, but she wouldn't have been surprised. It was nothing new to her, since at the hideout all of that was there. She sat down, and thought about her position. Master Sayaru was deathly ill, but she couldn't get to him because of a stupid half-wit pharaoh who arrested her. Could anything be any more annoying?
Caught up in her thoughts, she fell asleep on the cold ground. The last thing that mumbled out was,
"I hate my life."
------------------------------------------
He couldn't stop. All he could think about was that girl. She looked so familiar. But where had he seen her? It seemed like it had been a long time. But thoughts were broken by a voice.
"My Pharaoh," said one minion.
"What do you want?"
"How long do you plan to keep that stupid wench locked up in the prison?"
"How dare you! That is disrespectful, and I will not tolerate it."
"Sorry, sir. Will my question be answered?"
"No, it will not. Get out of my sight, you disgust me."
As the minion had retreated, he pondered the question. The law for imprisoning thieves was only supposed to be one night. He would have to let her free by dawn. There was something to it all, though. He didn't want her to leave.
Could he have gained feelings for this girl? No. Never.
Then what was it?
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Zoe-San: End of Chapter Three. Hope you liked it. ^_~
Yami: They better.
Zoe-San: -_-'
Yami Bakura: If they don't they shall all burn-
Zoe-San: What are you doing here?! You're not even in this fic!
Yami Bakura: Neither are you.
Zoe-San: I'm the authoress.
Yami Bakura: Well.........you're not technically in this fiction, so I have the right to be here.
Zoe-San: Bakura?
Yami Bakura: You know, you shouldn't be so rude as to-
Zoe-San: Bakura?
Yami Bakura: People deserve the respect to-
Zoe-San: Bakura?!
Yami Bakura: Did you see the last episode? Tea stole my ring!
Zoe-San: BAKURA!!!
Yami Bakura: Yessssss?
Zoe-San: Shut up!
Yami Bakura: That wasn't polite.
Yami: *puts duct tape over Bakura's mouth*
Yami Bakura: *muffled curses*