Chapter Fourteen: Attackers
Bakura dashed down various streets, trying to make his way to the newly constructed palace. After deciding on one of the many knives Khanut had shown him, his mind had finally wrapped itself around what his next actions were to be. Jei wouldn't wait until the cover of darkness to kill Yami now that he knew how Bakura felt. He would attack right away, no matter what the risks.
The thief cursed under his breath and tucked the knife farther into his belt. With his cloak flaring behind him, Bakura pushed his way through the mingling crowds.
Wherever Bakura turned, a hawker tried to get his to buy some item that served no purpose to the pale thief. Children danced around his legs, all hugging his knees in hope of some affection. Shoving both bothers out of the way he continued to run through the crowd, carelessly bumping into those many people in his way.
After a herd of longhorn cattle blocked his path completely, he lost his temper.
"Why the hell is everyone trying to slow me down!? Is it because someone is about to be murdered in the hands of a common thief!?" He screamed in rage.
The crowd around him fell silent in fear. They scattered, hiding from the one who had yelled 'murder' in clear daylight. Taking the new space to his advantage, Bakura ran the rest of the way to the palace.
Dodging the few guards in the courtyard, Bakura heaved himself up the ivy that hung conveniently right by the King's balcony. He was half way to the ledge when he heard a faint scream come from the room above him.
Bakura was mortified. How had Jei gotten here ahead of him? Even Jei would have had a tough time getting through the crowds; he was a thicker man than Bakura was.
Doubling his previous speed, Bakura climbed the rest of the way to the balcony, hoping he wasn't to late. He climbed over the stone railing and saw the scene before him. The large Hittite held Yami with one arm around the young Pharaoh's chest and a knife pressed to his throat. Bakura's breath caught when his eyes fell on the unmistakable glint of blood. Set and the other priests stood motionless at the door.
Angry at the lack of action in the room in front of him, Bakura launched himself at the other thief.
Instinctively, Bakura grabbed the knife tucked in his belt and plunged it deep into the Hittite's heart.
Jei's eyes flew wide as he released Yami from his hold. Set darted towards him and caught the new King as he stumbled from shock. The assassin fell forward to reveal his killer. Bakura stood behind the dead man, anger still seething within his eyes. Glancing up he caught sight of Set caressing Yami's leg lustfully.
The rage bubbled wildly inside of him. Silently he removed the knife from Jei's back and proceeded to Set. Said priest caught Bakura's arm as the thief tried the stab Set.
"Foolish thief. If you think you can kill me as easily as that, you are sadly mistaken," Set sneered, throwing Bakura backwards.
Bakura stumbled, but stayed on his feet. Set gently lay a now unconscious Yami on the floor and rose to his feet.
"Now, since you tried to kill me, I'm going to send you tell hell the painful way," Set threatened, his anger starting to show.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the ornamented dagger in his fist. Facing the thief, their fight started. The two took turns in jabbing their sharpened pieces of steel in each other's direction.
Their fight carried into the evening and both participants were growing weary. Yet they continued to lash out at each other.
Set stabbed a weak attack and Bakura went to block it. As he did so, he left a spot open on his lower torso. Removing a second blade from his belt, Set thrust it into Bakura's side and gave it a twist. A cry of pain tore from the thief's mouth as he fell, defeated, to the floor.
Set stood over where Bakura lay motionless and laughed.
"Maybe I'll let you suffer before you take your all-exclusive one-way trip to hell, tomb robber," he taunted. Turning away from Bakura's fallen form, he addressed the other priests. "Find some men to take care of these two. Have them remove the dead man and destroy his body. Throw the other in a high security cell. He is to have no food or drink. Is that clear?" The priests nodded in understanding.
"What is to be done with Atemu?" Shadi asked, glancing down at the unconscious king.
"I'll take him to my rooms for tonight. There may have been others with the Hittite; we don't want to risk putting Atemu in trouble again. He'll be safer with me," Set replied.
"I agree. Atemu would be much safer with you, Set. We all know you would protect him with your life if you had to," Akhunadin agreed.
Set bent down and gently lifted Yami into his arms. He smiled as the young king whimpered slightly and snuggled closer to the warmth of Set's body.
With Yami secure in his arms, Set walked swiftly to the door. The other priests moved aside as he passed them and entered the corridor. Each of the remaining priests glared at the fallen thief before leaving.
A little while after they all departed from Yami's rooms, a few men came and dragged Jei's body off to be burned. Burning a body was a way of destroying a body that showed no respect to the former occupant, but the priests had all agreed that Jei deserved no respect after what he had done.
Bakura was slung like a sack of potatoes over the shoulders of another guard and was hauled off to the dungeons.
All the other convicts that inhabited the rest of the cells stared in disbelief as the pale haired thief was tossed carelessly into an empty room. The guards chuckled at their sense of disappointment.
"He got into a rather nasty tangle with the High Priest earlier. He's lucky he still has his life.....for the moment," one stated. The criminals weren't satisfied.
"He's pissed of the priest before and got away, what did he do this time?" they demanded, banging on the bars.
"There was another one who tried to kill the Pharaoh and that piece of filth in there killed him. For some reason he tried to kill Priest Set as well," the guard replied again. "But of course, the only person that was stronger than the High Priest was the former Pharaoh. This new one's too young to have mastered anything."
A groan came from Bakura's direction.
"It looks like the Thief King is waking up," the guard stated. "Maybe he should stay asleep though." With that he hurled a rock at Bakura's head, knocking the thief out again.
Cao: Ok, that one was short. But please don't hate me, I'm just writing what I wrote down in my book!
Dark: She enhanced it a lot. That whole last section in the dungeon isn't actually written down.
Cao: I'll try to make the next one longer, but it's already shorter than the last one in pen, so I'll try my hardest. Thanks for reading and (hopefully) reviewing!
Bakura dashed down various streets, trying to make his way to the newly constructed palace. After deciding on one of the many knives Khanut had shown him, his mind had finally wrapped itself around what his next actions were to be. Jei wouldn't wait until the cover of darkness to kill Yami now that he knew how Bakura felt. He would attack right away, no matter what the risks.
The thief cursed under his breath and tucked the knife farther into his belt. With his cloak flaring behind him, Bakura pushed his way through the mingling crowds.
Wherever Bakura turned, a hawker tried to get his to buy some item that served no purpose to the pale thief. Children danced around his legs, all hugging his knees in hope of some affection. Shoving both bothers out of the way he continued to run through the crowd, carelessly bumping into those many people in his way.
After a herd of longhorn cattle blocked his path completely, he lost his temper.
"Why the hell is everyone trying to slow me down!? Is it because someone is about to be murdered in the hands of a common thief!?" He screamed in rage.
The crowd around him fell silent in fear. They scattered, hiding from the one who had yelled 'murder' in clear daylight. Taking the new space to his advantage, Bakura ran the rest of the way to the palace.
Dodging the few guards in the courtyard, Bakura heaved himself up the ivy that hung conveniently right by the King's balcony. He was half way to the ledge when he heard a faint scream come from the room above him.
Bakura was mortified. How had Jei gotten here ahead of him? Even Jei would have had a tough time getting through the crowds; he was a thicker man than Bakura was.
Doubling his previous speed, Bakura climbed the rest of the way to the balcony, hoping he wasn't to late. He climbed over the stone railing and saw the scene before him. The large Hittite held Yami with one arm around the young Pharaoh's chest and a knife pressed to his throat. Bakura's breath caught when his eyes fell on the unmistakable glint of blood. Set and the other priests stood motionless at the door.
Angry at the lack of action in the room in front of him, Bakura launched himself at the other thief.
Instinctively, Bakura grabbed the knife tucked in his belt and plunged it deep into the Hittite's heart.
Jei's eyes flew wide as he released Yami from his hold. Set darted towards him and caught the new King as he stumbled from shock. The assassin fell forward to reveal his killer. Bakura stood behind the dead man, anger still seething within his eyes. Glancing up he caught sight of Set caressing Yami's leg lustfully.
The rage bubbled wildly inside of him. Silently he removed the knife from Jei's back and proceeded to Set. Said priest caught Bakura's arm as the thief tried the stab Set.
"Foolish thief. If you think you can kill me as easily as that, you are sadly mistaken," Set sneered, throwing Bakura backwards.
Bakura stumbled, but stayed on his feet. Set gently lay a now unconscious Yami on the floor and rose to his feet.
"Now, since you tried to kill me, I'm going to send you tell hell the painful way," Set threatened, his anger starting to show.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the ornamented dagger in his fist. Facing the thief, their fight started. The two took turns in jabbing their sharpened pieces of steel in each other's direction.
Their fight carried into the evening and both participants were growing weary. Yet they continued to lash out at each other.
Set stabbed a weak attack and Bakura went to block it. As he did so, he left a spot open on his lower torso. Removing a second blade from his belt, Set thrust it into Bakura's side and gave it a twist. A cry of pain tore from the thief's mouth as he fell, defeated, to the floor.
Set stood over where Bakura lay motionless and laughed.
"Maybe I'll let you suffer before you take your all-exclusive one-way trip to hell, tomb robber," he taunted. Turning away from Bakura's fallen form, he addressed the other priests. "Find some men to take care of these two. Have them remove the dead man and destroy his body. Throw the other in a high security cell. He is to have no food or drink. Is that clear?" The priests nodded in understanding.
"What is to be done with Atemu?" Shadi asked, glancing down at the unconscious king.
"I'll take him to my rooms for tonight. There may have been others with the Hittite; we don't want to risk putting Atemu in trouble again. He'll be safer with me," Set replied.
"I agree. Atemu would be much safer with you, Set. We all know you would protect him with your life if you had to," Akhunadin agreed.
Set bent down and gently lifted Yami into his arms. He smiled as the young king whimpered slightly and snuggled closer to the warmth of Set's body.
With Yami secure in his arms, Set walked swiftly to the door. The other priests moved aside as he passed them and entered the corridor. Each of the remaining priests glared at the fallen thief before leaving.
A little while after they all departed from Yami's rooms, a few men came and dragged Jei's body off to be burned. Burning a body was a way of destroying a body that showed no respect to the former occupant, but the priests had all agreed that Jei deserved no respect after what he had done.
Bakura was slung like a sack of potatoes over the shoulders of another guard and was hauled off to the dungeons.
All the other convicts that inhabited the rest of the cells stared in disbelief as the pale haired thief was tossed carelessly into an empty room. The guards chuckled at their sense of disappointment.
"He got into a rather nasty tangle with the High Priest earlier. He's lucky he still has his life.....for the moment," one stated. The criminals weren't satisfied.
"He's pissed of the priest before and got away, what did he do this time?" they demanded, banging on the bars.
"There was another one who tried to kill the Pharaoh and that piece of filth in there killed him. For some reason he tried to kill Priest Set as well," the guard replied again. "But of course, the only person that was stronger than the High Priest was the former Pharaoh. This new one's too young to have mastered anything."
A groan came from Bakura's direction.
"It looks like the Thief King is waking up," the guard stated. "Maybe he should stay asleep though." With that he hurled a rock at Bakura's head, knocking the thief out again.
Cao: Ok, that one was short. But please don't hate me, I'm just writing what I wrote down in my book!
Dark: She enhanced it a lot. That whole last section in the dungeon isn't actually written down.
Cao: I'll try to make the next one longer, but it's already shorter than the last one in pen, so I'll try my hardest. Thanks for reading and (hopefully) reviewing!