Chapter Eleven: Intrusion
As Bakura set eyes on Thebes, he didn't recognize it. The walls had been rebuilt and most of the rooftops visible over it had been repaired or replaced. What amazed Bakura the most, however, was the palace visible in the distance.
Tall domes stretched high into the bright sky; it's many faces reflecting the rays of the sun in every direction. Some of the nearby workers noticed Bakura's gaping as he let his horse gallop off back into the desert through the gate.
"Beauty, ain't she? And it only took three days to build, even if we did have over a thousands men working on it," one of the workers boasted. "The new king is such a lucky bastard; he gets to live in that thing."
Bakura restrained his instincts to kill the man as he started to imitate Yami; pretending to prance around like he owned the world. Letting a growl slide from his mouth, he stalked of down the bustling streets, leaving a few shocked men behind.
He slipped unnoticed into a small store that was slightly concealed from direct sight. Walking casually around on the inside, he waited for the stocky shopkeeper to take note of his presence.
"Exactly how I remember it. With a few added details," Bakura commented, finally getting the attention of the owner.
Glancing up at the visitor, the storekeeper grinned as Bakura fingered some of his merchandise.
"Ah, Bakura. My top supplier. Long time no see. I hope I find you well?" he added.
"Well enough, Khanut, Look, I need to get into the palace. Do you have any blueprints of the grounds I could possibly plan from?" Bakura questioned. Khanut looked like a fox that had been let into the chicken cope.
"Eager to harvest the new income of gold?" Khanut stated. The thief snorted.
"Not quite yet. One of my.....companions.....was taken prisoner by a priest and I simply want him back. If there's some gold on the way, I might be able to grab some for you."
"Well, I think you're in luck today. One of my lesser suppliers came in yesterday and dropped off a bunch of various blueprints. The palace was among them. Ah, here they are," he said, handing Bakura a large bundle of rolled up parchment.
Bakura undid one of the rolls and found the passages of the palace staring up at him. He easily found the King's rooms, as well as the High Priest's rooms. With a few more glances, Bakura found, and memorized, six potential entrances. Rerolling the parchment, he handed them back to Khanut.
"Thanks," he muttered as he walked out the door. The crowds consumed him and he vanished from sight.
Yami woke with a headache rumbling through his head. Discovering that he was lying down, he tried to stand. He felt rough material brush his legs as he did so. Groggily, he took as step and fell back to the cold floor. He glanced around at his surroundings, only to find that he couldn't see them. It was too dark.
A small pinprick of light pierced the darkness as a door was opened into Yami's black prison.
"I wouldn't try to get up. You'll just end up hurting yourself even more," came Set's calm voice. Yami looked up and briefly saw the High Priest's silhouette before the door was closed again.
"Where am I? What are you going to do with me?" Yami asked frantically. Again, he stood up and took a step. Still not completely recovered, his step led him back to falling. But he never hit the floor.
Set's arms wrapped themselves tightly around Yami's form as he pitched forward. Yami immediately tried to push Set away, but he was too weak. Collapsing into Set's embrace, he felt a whisper flutter passed his ear.
"I'm not blind Atemu. I saw the way that disgraceful tomb robber was looking at you yesterday. You'd be safer here, with me," the whisper spoke quietly.
Yami struggled against Set's arms. Not wanting Yami to injure himself again, the taller one held him closer. Yami knew it was completely useless to fight, but he continued anyway.
"You know it's pointless to resist. I'm stronger than you," Set explained softly, the same seductive tone in his voice. One arm still secure around Yami's slim hips, Set used his now-free hand to tilt Yami's head to look up at the brunette. Their eyes met and locked.
Set could see an uncertain feeling present being held in Yami's eyes. There was also, however, a spark of defiance. The prince's eyes were glowing slightly in the darkness; the priest could see almost every detail on Yami's face. The younger, however, was blind to Set's.
Tears started to glisten in the corner of Yami's eyes. Fear became evident his deep blood-crimson orbs. As Set continued to take in every feature of Yami's porcelain face, it became clear to him how perfect every aspect of the small prince was.
Lifting Yami's head a little higher, he forced Yami to kiss him. Fighting, Yami tried to push the intruding priest away, but Set's strong arms held him tightly.
Yami's fear climbed to a new level as he felt Set's tongue slide across his soft lips. Startled by the muscle's appearance, Yami gasped. In that small amount of time, Set shoved his tongue passed Yami's slightly parted lips and into his mouth. Yami gagged as the priest's tongue brushed over his own and everywhere else in his mouth. He tried to push Set's tongue out of his mouth, but to no avail.
When his attempts failed, Yami went with his instincts. He bit down hard on the priest's tongue, causing Set to cry out. In his pain, Set's grip on Yami lessened and his mouth parted from the prince's. Roughly pushing Set away, he ran for the door, the coppery taste of the brunette's blood still in his mouth. As he ran recklessly down the hallways, many servants looked up and watched him sprint passed.
Yami turned down a lesser hall, not caring where he ended up as long as it was as far away from Set as he could manage.
When Yami finally stopped his reckless run to catch his breath, he realized he didn't know where he was. The walls were unlit and reminded Yami of what had just happened. Trying to shake the disgusting feelings away, he tried to figure out where he was.
A loud noise echoed through the rough passage. Not knowing where it had come from, or what had caused it, Yami took off running the same direction he had been going before he stopped.
The dark corridor twisted and wound its way deeper into the ground. Head down, Yami didn't see where he was going until it was too late.
The frightened prince ran headfirst into a person in the center of the narrow tunnel. He fell to the floor, too afraid to even look at whom he had run into. Two hands grabbed his upper arms and hauled him back to his feet. Yami began to struggle against the arms now holding him.
"Yami, it's okay, it's only me!" came the voice. Soothed by the voice, Yami opened his eyes and glanced at who was holding him. It was Bakura.
Flinging himself into Bakura's dark form, Yami let his tears flow freely.
Setting Yami on the ground, Bakura settled them both down against the damp tunnel wall. Yami pressed his face into Bakura's shoulder and continued to cry. The thief took the time to inspect Yami in the faint light coming from the tunnel's exit. The boy was shirtless, with only a simple servant's kilt around his waist. His neck was all red in one spot and Yami's lips were swollen.
Eventually, Yami's cries died down to a low sobbing. Bakura held Yami as he finished weeping, one of his callused hands stroking the youth's hair to calm him.
When Yami pulled his face away from Bakura's shoulder, the thief decided to ask why he had been crying.
"I don't mean to intrude, but what, or who, made you scared like this?" Bakura asked sympathetically. Yami sniffed, tears flooding back to his eyes.
"You don't have to tell me, I'm content just being able to hold you," Bakura added frantically.
"No, I want to tell you. Just promise me you won't do anything rash," Yami replied, his sobbing gone.
Bakura swore he wouldn't react to what Yami had to tell him and Yami launched into the whole story, from the bath to the dark room.
When Yami was finished, Bakura cursed himself for making that promise. How dare Set do anything to harm his Yami! Even if he was the High Priest, he still had no right to violate Yami in the way he had. Pushing his anger off to the side, he helped Yami to his feet.
"We should get you back to your rooms," Bakura stated. Upon seeing Yami's fearful eyes, he quickly reacted. "I'll stay with you there, just out of sight, okay?" he added.
With those last words easing Yami's feelings, they both set off up the dark corridor and towards Yami's apartments in the middle of the palace.
Dias: Longer, yet not quite as long as the next one. This one was.....7 pages written, the next one is.....14. There's your reference. And each chapter has added stuff too. So, look forward to it. But I must apologize; it won't be going up for close to three weeks. I'm going on vacation with no access to a computer. Sorry. I would put it up on Saturday, but I'm busy.
Dark Dias: She has a geography challenge to win so that she can qualify for nationals.
Dias: Shut up, okay? I don't need the whole world knowing about that. Go on and rant for me.
Dark Dias: Yes Master. AS USUAL, LEAVE A REVIEW, EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT!
Dias: Good dark. See ya next time, even if it is in a few weeks. And again, I'm sorry.
As Bakura set eyes on Thebes, he didn't recognize it. The walls had been rebuilt and most of the rooftops visible over it had been repaired or replaced. What amazed Bakura the most, however, was the palace visible in the distance.
Tall domes stretched high into the bright sky; it's many faces reflecting the rays of the sun in every direction. Some of the nearby workers noticed Bakura's gaping as he let his horse gallop off back into the desert through the gate.
"Beauty, ain't she? And it only took three days to build, even if we did have over a thousands men working on it," one of the workers boasted. "The new king is such a lucky bastard; he gets to live in that thing."
Bakura restrained his instincts to kill the man as he started to imitate Yami; pretending to prance around like he owned the world. Letting a growl slide from his mouth, he stalked of down the bustling streets, leaving a few shocked men behind.
He slipped unnoticed into a small store that was slightly concealed from direct sight. Walking casually around on the inside, he waited for the stocky shopkeeper to take note of his presence.
"Exactly how I remember it. With a few added details," Bakura commented, finally getting the attention of the owner.
Glancing up at the visitor, the storekeeper grinned as Bakura fingered some of his merchandise.
"Ah, Bakura. My top supplier. Long time no see. I hope I find you well?" he added.
"Well enough, Khanut, Look, I need to get into the palace. Do you have any blueprints of the grounds I could possibly plan from?" Bakura questioned. Khanut looked like a fox that had been let into the chicken cope.
"Eager to harvest the new income of gold?" Khanut stated. The thief snorted.
"Not quite yet. One of my.....companions.....was taken prisoner by a priest and I simply want him back. If there's some gold on the way, I might be able to grab some for you."
"Well, I think you're in luck today. One of my lesser suppliers came in yesterday and dropped off a bunch of various blueprints. The palace was among them. Ah, here they are," he said, handing Bakura a large bundle of rolled up parchment.
Bakura undid one of the rolls and found the passages of the palace staring up at him. He easily found the King's rooms, as well as the High Priest's rooms. With a few more glances, Bakura found, and memorized, six potential entrances. Rerolling the parchment, he handed them back to Khanut.
"Thanks," he muttered as he walked out the door. The crowds consumed him and he vanished from sight.
Yami woke with a headache rumbling through his head. Discovering that he was lying down, he tried to stand. He felt rough material brush his legs as he did so. Groggily, he took as step and fell back to the cold floor. He glanced around at his surroundings, only to find that he couldn't see them. It was too dark.
A small pinprick of light pierced the darkness as a door was opened into Yami's black prison.
"I wouldn't try to get up. You'll just end up hurting yourself even more," came Set's calm voice. Yami looked up and briefly saw the High Priest's silhouette before the door was closed again.
"Where am I? What are you going to do with me?" Yami asked frantically. Again, he stood up and took a step. Still not completely recovered, his step led him back to falling. But he never hit the floor.
Set's arms wrapped themselves tightly around Yami's form as he pitched forward. Yami immediately tried to push Set away, but he was too weak. Collapsing into Set's embrace, he felt a whisper flutter passed his ear.
"I'm not blind Atemu. I saw the way that disgraceful tomb robber was looking at you yesterday. You'd be safer here, with me," the whisper spoke quietly.
Yami struggled against Set's arms. Not wanting Yami to injure himself again, the taller one held him closer. Yami knew it was completely useless to fight, but he continued anyway.
"You know it's pointless to resist. I'm stronger than you," Set explained softly, the same seductive tone in his voice. One arm still secure around Yami's slim hips, Set used his now-free hand to tilt Yami's head to look up at the brunette. Their eyes met and locked.
Set could see an uncertain feeling present being held in Yami's eyes. There was also, however, a spark of defiance. The prince's eyes were glowing slightly in the darkness; the priest could see almost every detail on Yami's face. The younger, however, was blind to Set's.
Tears started to glisten in the corner of Yami's eyes. Fear became evident his deep blood-crimson orbs. As Set continued to take in every feature of Yami's porcelain face, it became clear to him how perfect every aspect of the small prince was.
Lifting Yami's head a little higher, he forced Yami to kiss him. Fighting, Yami tried to push the intruding priest away, but Set's strong arms held him tightly.
Yami's fear climbed to a new level as he felt Set's tongue slide across his soft lips. Startled by the muscle's appearance, Yami gasped. In that small amount of time, Set shoved his tongue passed Yami's slightly parted lips and into his mouth. Yami gagged as the priest's tongue brushed over his own and everywhere else in his mouth. He tried to push Set's tongue out of his mouth, but to no avail.
When his attempts failed, Yami went with his instincts. He bit down hard on the priest's tongue, causing Set to cry out. In his pain, Set's grip on Yami lessened and his mouth parted from the prince's. Roughly pushing Set away, he ran for the door, the coppery taste of the brunette's blood still in his mouth. As he ran recklessly down the hallways, many servants looked up and watched him sprint passed.
Yami turned down a lesser hall, not caring where he ended up as long as it was as far away from Set as he could manage.
When Yami finally stopped his reckless run to catch his breath, he realized he didn't know where he was. The walls were unlit and reminded Yami of what had just happened. Trying to shake the disgusting feelings away, he tried to figure out where he was.
A loud noise echoed through the rough passage. Not knowing where it had come from, or what had caused it, Yami took off running the same direction he had been going before he stopped.
The dark corridor twisted and wound its way deeper into the ground. Head down, Yami didn't see where he was going until it was too late.
The frightened prince ran headfirst into a person in the center of the narrow tunnel. He fell to the floor, too afraid to even look at whom he had run into. Two hands grabbed his upper arms and hauled him back to his feet. Yami began to struggle against the arms now holding him.
"Yami, it's okay, it's only me!" came the voice. Soothed by the voice, Yami opened his eyes and glanced at who was holding him. It was Bakura.
Flinging himself into Bakura's dark form, Yami let his tears flow freely.
Setting Yami on the ground, Bakura settled them both down against the damp tunnel wall. Yami pressed his face into Bakura's shoulder and continued to cry. The thief took the time to inspect Yami in the faint light coming from the tunnel's exit. The boy was shirtless, with only a simple servant's kilt around his waist. His neck was all red in one spot and Yami's lips were swollen.
Eventually, Yami's cries died down to a low sobbing. Bakura held Yami as he finished weeping, one of his callused hands stroking the youth's hair to calm him.
When Yami pulled his face away from Bakura's shoulder, the thief decided to ask why he had been crying.
"I don't mean to intrude, but what, or who, made you scared like this?" Bakura asked sympathetically. Yami sniffed, tears flooding back to his eyes.
"You don't have to tell me, I'm content just being able to hold you," Bakura added frantically.
"No, I want to tell you. Just promise me you won't do anything rash," Yami replied, his sobbing gone.
Bakura swore he wouldn't react to what Yami had to tell him and Yami launched into the whole story, from the bath to the dark room.
When Yami was finished, Bakura cursed himself for making that promise. How dare Set do anything to harm his Yami! Even if he was the High Priest, he still had no right to violate Yami in the way he had. Pushing his anger off to the side, he helped Yami to his feet.
"We should get you back to your rooms," Bakura stated. Upon seeing Yami's fearful eyes, he quickly reacted. "I'll stay with you there, just out of sight, okay?" he added.
With those last words easing Yami's feelings, they both set off up the dark corridor and towards Yami's apartments in the middle of the palace.
Dias: Longer, yet not quite as long as the next one. This one was.....7 pages written, the next one is.....14. There's your reference. And each chapter has added stuff too. So, look forward to it. But I must apologize; it won't be going up for close to three weeks. I'm going on vacation with no access to a computer. Sorry. I would put it up on Saturday, but I'm busy.
Dark Dias: She has a geography challenge to win so that she can qualify for nationals.
Dias: Shut up, okay? I don't need the whole world knowing about that. Go on and rant for me.
Dark Dias: Yes Master. AS USUAL, LEAVE A REVIEW, EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT!
Dias: Good dark. See ya next time, even if it is in a few weeks. And again, I'm sorry.