Well here is the next chapter to my story, hope you enjoy it! ^_^
It was a day or two later and Serenity had been with the man a while now, she'd also learned his name was Bakura. In the past tow days he'd been out for the whole day and come back I the evening, demanded things off her. She refused to obey his orders and accept him as her master; therefore she was beaten and was currently attending to a scratch on her right arm.
"Ptah damn that son of a bitch," Serenity mumbled, now dubbed Senenet by Bakura, "but I wont bow down to him, I swore it, I will not be his servant, nor anyone else's!" She was furious, Bakura had hit her twice as many times the night after she'd arrived, and three times as much this time, it had taken her awhile to fix all her cuts.
"I heard all of that you know," Bakura commented, coming into the room and smirking, Senenet looked at him with absolute hatred. Her anger was radiating off her and Bakura felt it though it did not faze him one bit, it just encouraged him. "You will get yourself into trouble with that frame of mind," he commented smugly coming to stand in front of her. She held her sore right wrist and rubbed it subconsciously in her anxiety as to what was coming in the near future.
She raised her head and her eyes locked with Bakura's, his smirk widened only a fraction before it turned to a scowl, which Senenet gladly returned. "I told you to not look me in the eye," he slapped her, "as your superior you have no right to do that." She brought her left hand up and rubbed the red hand mark on her cheek her eyes never wavering from his.
"You've got spirit, I'll give you that but in this world, that's not enough, you've got to know how to fight," he remarked grabbing the front of her tunic and lifting her above the ground.
Her feet dangled in the air as she fought tooth and nail to get out of his grip, one of her eyes was closed in anger and she growled. "Let me go you damned bastard," she cried struggling some more and finally managing to land a kick in his groin. His grip loosened briefly and his knees bent slightly, in his weakened state she was able to wiggle out of his grasp.
"I said it once I'll say it twice, you've got spirit, fight me Senenet, I want to see what you can do," he challenged throwing his fist towards her face.
"You want me to fight you, but why, you told me a slave was not allowed to fight their master," she accused dodging the punch by ducking beneath his arm.
She also managed to catch his leg when he swung it at her crouched form, "So you want to obey my orders now?" he asked raising an eyebrow. Why were girls so confusing, especially this one, at first she'd seemed innocent and frightened, weak, now, they were almost equal.
He proved this theory right when he landed a well, placed punch to her stomach, which sent her flying backwards. She landed with a thump on her mattress bed; she bounced a bit before sitting up, although it looked hard and painful on her part, which it was.
"Here, let me help," Bakura said offering his hand to help her, she looked at it as though it had turned pink or something, she then looked at his face but it showed no emotion. She wiped the blood from her split lip with one hand before taking his hand with her good one and he hauled her to her feet.
She was so shocked at his behaviour and so lost in her won thoughts that she lost her footing and stumbled right onto Bakura who caught her and smirked. "Good in a fight, not so good out," he said smugly and she glared at him trying in vain to keep down the blush that threatened to take over at the close contact.
However she failed but not miserably, as a slight pink tinged the tops of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She pushed herself away form Bakura and turned away from him crossing her arms and holding her nose up, "Look's like someone's embarrassed," he taunted.
Senenet spun around and glared ta him, her blush gone, "Shut the fuck up, you have no right to speak to me that way," she accused pointing a finger at him.
He chuckled, stepping forward he took hold of her finger and forced it down by her side, pushing his body flush against hers, "Tell you what, if you do the things I ask I'll treat you better okay?"
"How can I be sure to trust you?" she inquired her eyes narrowing dangerously, in two days she'd learnt that Bakura could by truthful or lying and you couldn't tell the difference.
"You'll just have to because there is no way of knowing," he replied smirking down at her. "If you want I'll even promise not to use you as a pleasure slave, although you'd probably make a good one," he commented smirking using his eyes to look her up and down and Senenet had a feeling that he was mentally undressing her.
"You wouldn't dare," she gasped taking a step back form him and looking at his now smirking face, was he married to that look or something.
"Oh trust me Senenet," he whispered in a deadly tone looking at her with all the seriousness he possessed, "I've done far worse," he finished putting his face very close to hers, very close.
"What are you-" she started but was cut off when Bakura' pressed his mouth to her own stifling her. She pulled away quickly rubbing her lips franticly in an attempt to make it seem as though he hadn't just done that, "What was that for?" she demanded.
"I just anted to see how you reacted," he said straightening since Senenet herself was a good two inches shorter than himself, "and it was very…amusing." With that said he chuckled to himself before leaving the room, Senenet once more began to rub her right wrist in worry. "He is very confusing and yet," she touched her lips gently with two fingers, "that's what I like about him."
'Hold on a second, did I just say like? I'm going mad! I've known him two days and I was saying I hated him only five, ten minutes ago,' she complained to herself mentally flopping down on her bed tired out with the days events. She laid on top of her blanket in a star like position, fast asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily, undisturbed by nightmares and horrific illusions.
Unknown to her Bakura opened the door to her room and used his skills as a tomb robber to enter without making a sound. He went and stood by the bed, "I've had you two days and I know so little of you," he whispered to himself as he starred at the girl, asleep, before him. "I can sense great power from you but you don't know it, there's something about you, Ra damn you Senenet your giving me emotions," he then sat don beside her slipping form on the bed.
He closed his eyes for a minute before reopening them and looking out the open window with its bellowing rag curtains. "Your not…normal," he observed looking back to her and putting his lips to hers for a reason even he didn't know.
Bakura's father had left his mother when he found she was pregnant, she'd died giving birth to him. He'd been sold as a slave, taken at the mere age of twelve and he had run, he'd run and made his own way through life to become what he was today, a feared tomb robber. And he was lonely, so lonely, now that Senenet had become part of his life his locked up emotions were getting the better of him, he was confused and lonely and he didn't know whether to lash out or, as he was now, try to love someone.
Senenet stirred beneath him and two sets of eyes snapped open, cerulean met a burning red; Bakura broke the kiss off to stare mutely at Senenet. "Bakura," Senenet whispered, "get off," he cried pushing him to the floor, she glared at him and was surprised as he backed out of the room with wide eyes and a scarred expression on his face.
"What's with him?" Senenet asked herself as she starred blankly at the slightly open door, "I can sense his confusion but why is he kissing me, we barely know each other and I hate him." She looked at her hands as though would give her the answers she sought, but alas, they remained silent and she was now just as confused as Bakura, but over different things.
---The next day---
Senenet sat bolt upright in bed, she hadn't realised that she had fallen asleep; she winced, as there was a load crash and a frustrated growl. She quickly swung her legs off her mattress and hurried out of the room, looking around the front room hurriedly it didn't take her long to find Bakura in a room at the back of the 'shack'.
There was water all over the floor and a pot along with it, still rolling absently around. Bakura was clutching his left wrist, his hand was going red, obviously he had burnt his hand and he was blowing at it franticly. Senenet quickly grabbed a gold plate and took it to Bakura who looked at her suspiciously, "Give me your hand," she demanded but he refused drawing it closer to his chest.
"NOW!" she ordered grabbing his wrist and throwing his hand onto the plate, he cried out in pain but she held his hand down. The metal was cool and was helping to cool his hand off, however, it needed water but that would have to wait. Senenet tore the bottom of her tunic of and rapped it tightly around Bakura's hand.
He drew it back to himself and examined the wrappings, then he looked at her, "Why did you do that?" he asked looking at her straight in the eye.
"You took me from Aaron did you not?" she replied looking at him, "however much of a bastard you've been to me I still owed you that favour," was her conclusion. Bakura himself nodded accepting her offer and continuing to look at his hand as Senenet cleared up. It wasn't the cleaning and fetching that she minded it was Bakura's high and mighty attitude, how he though he as better than her when they probably weren't than much older than each other, not form the looks of things anyway.
"Um…thanks," Bakura muttered and Senenet smiled at him, he raised an eyebrow, enjoying the sight having never seen her smile before.
"Doesn't life seem that much easier when manners are involved," she commented, it was more like a hint, which Bakura caught onto easily and humphed. She snorted at his childish behaviour as she picked up the rolling pan and placed it on the table in the middle of the room. "What were you doing anyway?" she asked looking around briefly then at him.
"What are you doing up so early?" he asked, returning her question with a question and making her scowl.
"You expect me to sleep through that racket and your rather…colourful, language," she said choosing her words carefully.
"Not really," he smirked, "I was just trying to make breakfast or something," he said looking away but had to look back again when Senenet gave him another one of her would-be-award winning smiles.
"Well that's a bit…out of character for you don't you think?" she inquired looking at him expecting an answer. He didn't give her the satisfaction of getting one he just smirked ta her making her growl.
"Now, now, temper, temper," he taunted, "you know curiosity killed the cat," he continued to tease her waving a finger in front of her face which she was sorely tempted to bite.
"But satisfaction brought him back," she replied and Bakura was at a loss for words, that smirk of his was now having an affair with Senenet as Bakura looked completely shocked at her comeback.
Okay the pairing is Serenity-Senenet/Bakura kay, if not, tuff!!! Anyway, this chapter may seem a bit here and there but it will eventually make sense...I hope. Anyway, please review! ^_^
