Chapter Fifteen: Confrontation
Bakura woke into the darkness of his prison cell. Sitting up on the cold stone floor, he groaned as pain shot through his entire body. He fell back to the rough floor in immense pain. Pushing the pangs of hurt to a secluded part of his mind, Bakura attempted to rise to his feet again. Holding back another rush of pain, he limped to the door, a massive headache hitting his senses.
"Hey! Is it possible for me to get some water down here!?" he yelled down the quiet hall. The inhabitants of the other cells glanced at him momentarily before return to their own business. Bakura might be in captivity, but there were rumors that he could kill a fellow thief by just looking at him. Others cutpurses gave reasons to believe that he was a man possessed.
A bright light broke through the surrounding darkness, its source was the door at the end of the dank passage. Bakura could see the separate, distinct silhouettes of three guards.
'Not too many, for high security. I could easily take them down in one shot,' Bakura mused as they neared his cell. The three of them stopped in front of him.
"Are you the one demanding water from us, thief, even though we rank higher than you?" one of them questioned. Bakura snorted.
"No shit. Of course I am. Do you see any of these other sluggards standing at their doors talking to a bunch of lowlife guards? I bet the Pharaoh doesn't even know you exist," Bakura replied, getting a little ticked. The guards weren't amused.
"Well, thief, according to our distinct orders from the High Priest, we aren't allowed to give you anything but mocking remarks. You're to be judged for your 'crimes' in front of the High Court tomorrow," another guard spat. "And if you ask me, I see a bloody and disrespectful execution in your near future."
"I wasn't asking you, was I?" Bakura jeered. The guards chuckled in amusement. Still laughing, they strolled away. The light disappeared as they slammed the door and left the depressing premises. Bakura limped back to the corner were he had woke.
'Execution? Yami would never let that happen, would he?' Bakura thought miserably. 'But then again, he was unconscious when Set attacked me, he didn't see what happened. All that High Priest jackass has to do is keep Yami distracted long enough to sentence me. The other priests would probably agree, they fear Set's strength. He is the strongest after all. Once Yami was distracted for long enough, Set could take his place as the judge and I can kiss my sweet life goodbye.'
A sense of utter hopelessness surrounded the pale thief as he drifted into a fitful rest.
He was roughly through back to reality as a small rock collided with his head. Bakura swore loudly and glared around for the culprit.
"Who the hell threw that at me?" he bellowed. His eyes fell upon the faces of the other convicts. They were full of malice. Overcoming their fears of the pale thief, they started to mock him.
"Decided to join us, Bakura? How nice of you. Too bad you'll be leaving so soon, as you have an appointment with a noose as early as tomorrow," came the voice of a rat-faced criminal. The others chuckled.
"I never knew you could be caught, Bakura. Or was the High Priest to scary for you?" another mocked, throwing the group into howls of laughter.
"If you don't shut the hell up, I'm going to send each of you to hell right here, right now," Bakura growled, glaring at the demeaning crowd.
"And how will you do that? If you haven't forgotten, you're in that cell, and we're all in different cells from you," said a third, pointing out the obvious. Bakura's dark eyes flashed in rage and he recalled the spell of healing Yami had sent through him in Syria. He began to glow and the ridicule ceased.
Grinning internally, he let the spell slide away and disappear. It was a simple healing spell, not a curse, but the other thieves didn't know that small fact.
Their sense of fear for the thief king returned. Muttered soft apologizes, they disappeared back into the darkness of their own cells.
Regaining consciousness, Yami could feel that he was pressed against another body. A thick blanket covered the two of them.
Assuming he was in his own rooms and Bakura was lying next to him, Yami started to fall asleep again, resting his head on the chest of the other person.
His forehead brushed against something cold. Opening his eyes, he caught the glittering of a golden earring. Panic rose throughout his whole body. Tipping his head back, Yami could make out a head covered in chestnut hair in the dim light.
It was Set. Set was lying next to him. Set had his arm thrown haphazardly across Yami's hip. He tried to roll over, possibly roll away from the High Priest, but the grip on his hip tightened.
Yami flipped his head back up fearfully to be caught in an icy blue gaze.
"I'm sorry, Pharaoh," Set mocked, "but everyone agreed you'd be safer if you'd stayed with me. You didn't protest and slept right there all night long." He smirked. Yami had now given up any hope of getting away unnoticed and was frantically trying to push Set away from him.
"It's no use, little one, you're not strong enough to push yourself away from me. Besides, you can't leave yet, I have a few interesting questions for you."
Yami stopped struggling and looked up at Set, confusion clouding his eyes. Set pulled him tighter to his robes.
"For example, why would Bakura, a notorious tomb robber want to risk his life for the one who could have him executed?" Set inquired. Yami dropped his eyes, hoping to hid the blush that was rising to the surface of his cheeks.
Set's hand cupped Yami's soft face and lifted it to meet his gaze again.
"I see it now," he grumbled, "you love him. How could you possibly think that this relationship would last? You know a palace brat like you will never get closer to anyone lesser than a high lord!" he snapped. "You should focus on pleasing me, we're always seen together anyway, no one would know that you've become my slut."
"No! Set, I don't want to be your whore. I want to be with Bakura, because he loves me back!" Yami cried, resuming his previous struggles.
"That filth will never love you Atemu, he just wants to use you. But if that's the way you're going to be, you leave me no choice," Set growled. Grabbing Yami's face roughly, he forced Yami's lips onto his own again. Yami continued to fight against Set's embrace.
To gain more control, Set rolled over onto the young king. He straddled Yami's hips; successfully preventing him from moving completely. He pulled his lips away from Yami's mouth and smirked evilly.
"There's nothing you can do but accept the facts. By my command, Bakura will be executed and I will have you as my little slut at last," he sneered, his hands starting their way up Yami's shirt.
"Set, please, stop it! Don't do this to me!" Yami argued desperately.
"Hmm.....no, I don't think I will. I'm quite happy with the way things are going, my little whore," Set replied. He lifted Yami's shirt up and over the small king's head, leaving Yami's hands caught in the silk material.
Set's hands expertly worked their way across Yami's exposed flesh. His long fingers grazed one of Yami's small pink nipples, causing Yami to cry out in distress.
A loud knock came from the direction of the heavy door. Set cursed and pressed his hand firmly over Yami's mouth, preventing him from crying out.
Giving Yami a warning glare, the priest rose from the bed. Walking over to the door, he turned the silver handle sharply. He was confronted by the chief of guards. Yami could faintly make out what they were saying as he yanked his shirt back down over his exposed chest.
"My lord, the Syrian army is gathering at our borders again. The other priests call an immediate council to decide what should be done. They request your and the Pharaoh's presence as soon as possible," the guard stated.
"Very well. We will be there shortly," Set replied curtly, dismissing the man.
The guard made a quick, but formal bow and departed. Closing the door, Set turned back to where Yami was getting to his feet by the bed.
"You were lucky this time, Atemu. Next time, however, you won't be so lucky, my slut."
Cao: It's a bit longer, wouldn't you say?
Dark: If by a bit you mean half a page, maybe a hundred words.
Cao: Hey, I'm trying, ok? But please review, I'm going to need more support to make these chapters longer.
Bakura woke into the darkness of his prison cell. Sitting up on the cold stone floor, he groaned as pain shot through his entire body. He fell back to the rough floor in immense pain. Pushing the pangs of hurt to a secluded part of his mind, Bakura attempted to rise to his feet again. Holding back another rush of pain, he limped to the door, a massive headache hitting his senses.
"Hey! Is it possible for me to get some water down here!?" he yelled down the quiet hall. The inhabitants of the other cells glanced at him momentarily before return to their own business. Bakura might be in captivity, but there were rumors that he could kill a fellow thief by just looking at him. Others cutpurses gave reasons to believe that he was a man possessed.
A bright light broke through the surrounding darkness, its source was the door at the end of the dank passage. Bakura could see the separate, distinct silhouettes of three guards.
'Not too many, for high security. I could easily take them down in one shot,' Bakura mused as they neared his cell. The three of them stopped in front of him.
"Are you the one demanding water from us, thief, even though we rank higher than you?" one of them questioned. Bakura snorted.
"No shit. Of course I am. Do you see any of these other sluggards standing at their doors talking to a bunch of lowlife guards? I bet the Pharaoh doesn't even know you exist," Bakura replied, getting a little ticked. The guards weren't amused.
"Well, thief, according to our distinct orders from the High Priest, we aren't allowed to give you anything but mocking remarks. You're to be judged for your 'crimes' in front of the High Court tomorrow," another guard spat. "And if you ask me, I see a bloody and disrespectful execution in your near future."
"I wasn't asking you, was I?" Bakura jeered. The guards chuckled in amusement. Still laughing, they strolled away. The light disappeared as they slammed the door and left the depressing premises. Bakura limped back to the corner were he had woke.
'Execution? Yami would never let that happen, would he?' Bakura thought miserably. 'But then again, he was unconscious when Set attacked me, he didn't see what happened. All that High Priest jackass has to do is keep Yami distracted long enough to sentence me. The other priests would probably agree, they fear Set's strength. He is the strongest after all. Once Yami was distracted for long enough, Set could take his place as the judge and I can kiss my sweet life goodbye.'
A sense of utter hopelessness surrounded the pale thief as he drifted into a fitful rest.
He was roughly through back to reality as a small rock collided with his head. Bakura swore loudly and glared around for the culprit.
"Who the hell threw that at me?" he bellowed. His eyes fell upon the faces of the other convicts. They were full of malice. Overcoming their fears of the pale thief, they started to mock him.
"Decided to join us, Bakura? How nice of you. Too bad you'll be leaving so soon, as you have an appointment with a noose as early as tomorrow," came the voice of a rat-faced criminal. The others chuckled.
"I never knew you could be caught, Bakura. Or was the High Priest to scary for you?" another mocked, throwing the group into howls of laughter.
"If you don't shut the hell up, I'm going to send each of you to hell right here, right now," Bakura growled, glaring at the demeaning crowd.
"And how will you do that? If you haven't forgotten, you're in that cell, and we're all in different cells from you," said a third, pointing out the obvious. Bakura's dark eyes flashed in rage and he recalled the spell of healing Yami had sent through him in Syria. He began to glow and the ridicule ceased.
Grinning internally, he let the spell slide away and disappear. It was a simple healing spell, not a curse, but the other thieves didn't know that small fact.
Their sense of fear for the thief king returned. Muttered soft apologizes, they disappeared back into the darkness of their own cells.
Regaining consciousness, Yami could feel that he was pressed against another body. A thick blanket covered the two of them.
Assuming he was in his own rooms and Bakura was lying next to him, Yami started to fall asleep again, resting his head on the chest of the other person.
His forehead brushed against something cold. Opening his eyes, he caught the glittering of a golden earring. Panic rose throughout his whole body. Tipping his head back, Yami could make out a head covered in chestnut hair in the dim light.
It was Set. Set was lying next to him. Set had his arm thrown haphazardly across Yami's hip. He tried to roll over, possibly roll away from the High Priest, but the grip on his hip tightened.
Yami flipped his head back up fearfully to be caught in an icy blue gaze.
"I'm sorry, Pharaoh," Set mocked, "but everyone agreed you'd be safer if you'd stayed with me. You didn't protest and slept right there all night long." He smirked. Yami had now given up any hope of getting away unnoticed and was frantically trying to push Set away from him.
"It's no use, little one, you're not strong enough to push yourself away from me. Besides, you can't leave yet, I have a few interesting questions for you."
Yami stopped struggling and looked up at Set, confusion clouding his eyes. Set pulled him tighter to his robes.
"For example, why would Bakura, a notorious tomb robber want to risk his life for the one who could have him executed?" Set inquired. Yami dropped his eyes, hoping to hid the blush that was rising to the surface of his cheeks.
Set's hand cupped Yami's soft face and lifted it to meet his gaze again.
"I see it now," he grumbled, "you love him. How could you possibly think that this relationship would last? You know a palace brat like you will never get closer to anyone lesser than a high lord!" he snapped. "You should focus on pleasing me, we're always seen together anyway, no one would know that you've become my slut."
"No! Set, I don't want to be your whore. I want to be with Bakura, because he loves me back!" Yami cried, resuming his previous struggles.
"That filth will never love you Atemu, he just wants to use you. But if that's the way you're going to be, you leave me no choice," Set growled. Grabbing Yami's face roughly, he forced Yami's lips onto his own again. Yami continued to fight against Set's embrace.
To gain more control, Set rolled over onto the young king. He straddled Yami's hips; successfully preventing him from moving completely. He pulled his lips away from Yami's mouth and smirked evilly.
"There's nothing you can do but accept the facts. By my command, Bakura will be executed and I will have you as my little slut at last," he sneered, his hands starting their way up Yami's shirt.
"Set, please, stop it! Don't do this to me!" Yami argued desperately.
"Hmm.....no, I don't think I will. I'm quite happy with the way things are going, my little whore," Set replied. He lifted Yami's shirt up and over the small king's head, leaving Yami's hands caught in the silk material.
Set's hands expertly worked their way across Yami's exposed flesh. His long fingers grazed one of Yami's small pink nipples, causing Yami to cry out in distress.
A loud knock came from the direction of the heavy door. Set cursed and pressed his hand firmly over Yami's mouth, preventing him from crying out.
Giving Yami a warning glare, the priest rose from the bed. Walking over to the door, he turned the silver handle sharply. He was confronted by the chief of guards. Yami could faintly make out what they were saying as he yanked his shirt back down over his exposed chest.
"My lord, the Syrian army is gathering at our borders again. The other priests call an immediate council to decide what should be done. They request your and the Pharaoh's presence as soon as possible," the guard stated.
"Very well. We will be there shortly," Set replied curtly, dismissing the man.
The guard made a quick, but formal bow and departed. Closing the door, Set turned back to where Yami was getting to his feet by the bed.
"You were lucky this time, Atemu. Next time, however, you won't be so lucky, my slut."
Cao: It's a bit longer, wouldn't you say?
Dark: If by a bit you mean half a page, maybe a hundred words.
Cao: Hey, I'm trying, ok? But please review, I'm going to need more support to make these chapters longer.