Bound
Chapter Three
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NOTE: Please keep in mind that this story is what's classified as 'fiction.' I am a history major, so I am not making mistakes by accident. If anything is untrue historically, there is a reason -- it benefits the story in some way. Thanks! :)
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The blond boy, looking to be seventeen or so, regarded Bakura in a calm manner. He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, drawing Bakura's eyes to his lovely, violet ones. "Of course, I took back what is rightfully ours."
Bakura exploded in rage. "I stole that treasure INCLUDING that ring-thing, fair and square!" He seethed with anger and everyone watched him carefully. Isis and the few other slaves stared back and forth between the blond man and Bakura. The younger boy smirked and appeared to be withholding a laugh. Bakura's eyes narrowed.
"Ring-thing? Fool. You have no idea what that 'ring-thing' is," the man said before turning away and walking off.
"Malik! Tell Seto I shall be there in a moment," Isis called after her brother.
He didn't glance back, but waved his hand in acknowledgment. Bakura glared at his retreating back, wondering at his words. He had no idea what the ring-thing was? He knew, alright. It was wonderful gold, something he could barter off! What could possibly be so special about it? Well, he didn't know the answer to that question, but he did know one thing.
Bakura had been truly upset twice in his life and both times had been due to something Malik had done.
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Anzu sat by the window, staring off into the lovely sunrise. It was the first she had seen in a few weeks. When she had still been in her village, she had made it a point to get up early enough to see the glorious sunrise peeking over the horizon each morning. Her personal favorites were when they were a vivid pink. Pink was her favorite color. Honda used to sometimes watch the sunrise with her and she suddenly missed her cousin who was being worked to death outside. She resituated herself on her satin, yellow pillow as she continued to gaze out the window, almost in a dazed state.
She had felt ashamed after she had been done dancing the few nights before, but she hadn't had to dance since then. She mused that the more she did it, the more she'd get used to it. The other girls were still asleep with the exception of a few concubines who were returning from their night's work. They each smiled at her before preparing for sleep. Mahalah had been right. Every girl here was like a sister. They all cared for each other and were exceedingly nice. Anzu wondered at how they could be so loving when they were treated as common slaves and whores. Of course -- Anzu directed her eyes to Teneia -- there was always one bad apple in the bunch.
And that bad apple happened to be approaching Anzu quickly.
Teneia stopped abruptly before Anzu and placed her hands on her hips. "Well, Anzu," she sneered, "I need to have a little chat with you about the other night."
Anzu raised an eyebrow sardonically. "Delayed reaction?"
Teneia face-faulted, confused for a moment, before she realized what Anzu meant. "Look, bitch! The Great Pharaoh might have paid you a little more attention, but he's still mine!"
Now it was Anzu's turn to look confused. When she had looked at the Pharaoh, he had been staring at Teneia. What was this woman talking about?
"Teneia, back off. He's not yours. You're a slave to him, nothing more," Mahalah said, coming up behind Anzu. A few of the other girls had also risen, hearing the commotion, and came to stand behind Mahalah. Each girl was equally beautiful and each girl regarded Teneia the same way: with extreme dislike.
"What is this, Mahalah, dear? Teneia claiming ownership to the Pharaoh again?" one of the girls questioned with laughter in her eyes. A few of the others giggled and returned to what they had been doing.
"He does love me and you'll pay if you get near him!" Teneia cried in dismay, tears rising to her eyes before she stormed off. Anzu's hand rose to her mouth in surprise.
"She's... a bit dillusional about the Great Pharaoh," Mahalah supplied hesistantly. Anzu smiled before returning to the window.
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Isis entered the Sacrifice Chamber, her brother leaving as she did. Seto had his back to her, but she noticed it lose its tenseness when he noticed she was there.
"You called for me, High Priest?"
He nodded, more to himself, and turned around to face her. "Yes, Isis."
She quickly glanced around, looking for any signs of life. "Should you address me so informally? Someone may hear us!"
He approached her slowly. He gripped her arms lightly when he reached her and she gulped nervously. "It's just you and I," he whispered.
She backed out of his arms, still looking around the room. "Did you need to speak with me about something?" she asked quickly. He sighed and turned his back to her again.
"The Pharaoh is now aware that we have all seven sennen items back," he informed her.
"Oh, that reminds me, Seto! About the items, I don't know if they're safe here. For example, one of the new cleaning servants had been in possession of the sennen ring. He seemed pretty angry about Malik taking it back. Who knows if he'll try to steal it again," she said, walking up to him worriedly.
"Well, the slave won't get a chance. That's what I was going to tell you. The Pharaoh has ordered that each of us come to possess our items again. I'll get my rod back and you'll get your necklace. He thinks they'll be safer with their owners and of course, he'll take back the puzzle."
She clapped her hands. "Oh, how wonderful! When will we receive them again?"
"In two months, on the eve of the Pharaoh's twentieth birthday. We'll double up on the guards until then."
Isis ran her hand across her neck, already envisioning her beloved necklace resting on it. She did miss it so and didn't feel complete without it. She rested her hand by her side. "I should be returning to my work," she said simply before turning to walk away.
She felt a hand grab her own small one and was pulled into Seto's waiting arms. He tilted her head back gently and slowly descended his mouth upon hers. She wrapped her bronzed arms around his neck and allowed his soft lips to carress her own.
Hidden in the shadows, her younger brother watched them silently, his arms crossed over his chest.
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Yuugi sat in his meeting room chamber, staring off into space. He had never thought this long about a woman, especially not a slave. Even with Tedeia, his interest only remained while she was near him. Once she was done with her dancing, his thoughts drifted elsewhere to other things. But no, not this one. He had only seen her for a short time, but her face remained vivid in his memory and mind.
It wasn't even that she was extraordinarily beautiful; he had seen prettier women. He didn't know what it was about her. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, he mused. At one point when he had been watching her out of the corner of his eye and she had thought he had been looking the other way, she had shot him a sinister look that if looks could kill, he'd be on his way to the afterlife already, probably would have already arrived. For some reason, that had only made her more interesting. Other slaves fell at his feet and vied for his attention with the hope that they'd be set free, but he didn't doubt she'd try to kill him if she got the chance.
He momentarily contemplated making a trip down to the Pleasure Ladies' quarters, but just as quickly brushed that thought aside. It simply did not do for a Great Pharaoh to associate himself with whores and sluts for any reason other than his own pleasure. But still, he had to know more about this new dancer girl. He sat up straighter as he thought of the solution to his dilemma.
He would simply have Jounouchi call upon the little vixen to find out more about her!
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NEXT CHAPTER: Jounouchi calls upon Anzu to learn more about her for Yuugi. Bakura and Malik have a little 'chat' about their differences. Members of the royal court begin to prepare for Yuugi's twentieth birthday.
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Hello, all! ^^ I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I apologize that it wasn't as long as the first two, but I'll try to make the next one longer. I hope the have the next chapter out within a few days. Review and tell me what you think so far. See you soon! ^_^
Chapter Three
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NOTE: Please keep in mind that this story is what's classified as 'fiction.' I am a history major, so I am not making mistakes by accident. If anything is untrue historically, there is a reason -- it benefits the story in some way. Thanks! :)
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The blond boy, looking to be seventeen or so, regarded Bakura in a calm manner. He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, drawing Bakura's eyes to his lovely, violet ones. "Of course, I took back what is rightfully ours."
Bakura exploded in rage. "I stole that treasure INCLUDING that ring-thing, fair and square!" He seethed with anger and everyone watched him carefully. Isis and the few other slaves stared back and forth between the blond man and Bakura. The younger boy smirked and appeared to be withholding a laugh. Bakura's eyes narrowed.
"Ring-thing? Fool. You have no idea what that 'ring-thing' is," the man said before turning away and walking off.
"Malik! Tell Seto I shall be there in a moment," Isis called after her brother.
He didn't glance back, but waved his hand in acknowledgment. Bakura glared at his retreating back, wondering at his words. He had no idea what the ring-thing was? He knew, alright. It was wonderful gold, something he could barter off! What could possibly be so special about it? Well, he didn't know the answer to that question, but he did know one thing.
Bakura had been truly upset twice in his life and both times had been due to something Malik had done.
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Anzu sat by the window, staring off into the lovely sunrise. It was the first she had seen in a few weeks. When she had still been in her village, she had made it a point to get up early enough to see the glorious sunrise peeking over the horizon each morning. Her personal favorites were when they were a vivid pink. Pink was her favorite color. Honda used to sometimes watch the sunrise with her and she suddenly missed her cousin who was being worked to death outside. She resituated herself on her satin, yellow pillow as she continued to gaze out the window, almost in a dazed state.
She had felt ashamed after she had been done dancing the few nights before, but she hadn't had to dance since then. She mused that the more she did it, the more she'd get used to it. The other girls were still asleep with the exception of a few concubines who were returning from their night's work. They each smiled at her before preparing for sleep. Mahalah had been right. Every girl here was like a sister. They all cared for each other and were exceedingly nice. Anzu wondered at how they could be so loving when they were treated as common slaves and whores. Of course -- Anzu directed her eyes to Teneia -- there was always one bad apple in the bunch.
And that bad apple happened to be approaching Anzu quickly.
Teneia stopped abruptly before Anzu and placed her hands on her hips. "Well, Anzu," she sneered, "I need to have a little chat with you about the other night."
Anzu raised an eyebrow sardonically. "Delayed reaction?"
Teneia face-faulted, confused for a moment, before she realized what Anzu meant. "Look, bitch! The Great Pharaoh might have paid you a little more attention, but he's still mine!"
Now it was Anzu's turn to look confused. When she had looked at the Pharaoh, he had been staring at Teneia. What was this woman talking about?
"Teneia, back off. He's not yours. You're a slave to him, nothing more," Mahalah said, coming up behind Anzu. A few of the other girls had also risen, hearing the commotion, and came to stand behind Mahalah. Each girl was equally beautiful and each girl regarded Teneia the same way: with extreme dislike.
"What is this, Mahalah, dear? Teneia claiming ownership to the Pharaoh again?" one of the girls questioned with laughter in her eyes. A few of the others giggled and returned to what they had been doing.
"He does love me and you'll pay if you get near him!" Teneia cried in dismay, tears rising to her eyes before she stormed off. Anzu's hand rose to her mouth in surprise.
"She's... a bit dillusional about the Great Pharaoh," Mahalah supplied hesistantly. Anzu smiled before returning to the window.
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Isis entered the Sacrifice Chamber, her brother leaving as she did. Seto had his back to her, but she noticed it lose its tenseness when he noticed she was there.
"You called for me, High Priest?"
He nodded, more to himself, and turned around to face her. "Yes, Isis."
She quickly glanced around, looking for any signs of life. "Should you address me so informally? Someone may hear us!"
He approached her slowly. He gripped her arms lightly when he reached her and she gulped nervously. "It's just you and I," he whispered.
She backed out of his arms, still looking around the room. "Did you need to speak with me about something?" she asked quickly. He sighed and turned his back to her again.
"The Pharaoh is now aware that we have all seven sennen items back," he informed her.
"Oh, that reminds me, Seto! About the items, I don't know if they're safe here. For example, one of the new cleaning servants had been in possession of the sennen ring. He seemed pretty angry about Malik taking it back. Who knows if he'll try to steal it again," she said, walking up to him worriedly.
"Well, the slave won't get a chance. That's what I was going to tell you. The Pharaoh has ordered that each of us come to possess our items again. I'll get my rod back and you'll get your necklace. He thinks they'll be safer with their owners and of course, he'll take back the puzzle."
She clapped her hands. "Oh, how wonderful! When will we receive them again?"
"In two months, on the eve of the Pharaoh's twentieth birthday. We'll double up on the guards until then."
Isis ran her hand across her neck, already envisioning her beloved necklace resting on it. She did miss it so and didn't feel complete without it. She rested her hand by her side. "I should be returning to my work," she said simply before turning to walk away.
She felt a hand grab her own small one and was pulled into Seto's waiting arms. He tilted her head back gently and slowly descended his mouth upon hers. She wrapped her bronzed arms around his neck and allowed his soft lips to carress her own.
Hidden in the shadows, her younger brother watched them silently, his arms crossed over his chest.
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Yuugi sat in his meeting room chamber, staring off into space. He had never thought this long about a woman, especially not a slave. Even with Tedeia, his interest only remained while she was near him. Once she was done with her dancing, his thoughts drifted elsewhere to other things. But no, not this one. He had only seen her for a short time, but her face remained vivid in his memory and mind.
It wasn't even that she was extraordinarily beautiful; he had seen prettier women. He didn't know what it was about her. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, he mused. At one point when he had been watching her out of the corner of his eye and she had thought he had been looking the other way, she had shot him a sinister look that if looks could kill, he'd be on his way to the afterlife already, probably would have already arrived. For some reason, that had only made her more interesting. Other slaves fell at his feet and vied for his attention with the hope that they'd be set free, but he didn't doubt she'd try to kill him if she got the chance.
He momentarily contemplated making a trip down to the Pleasure Ladies' quarters, but just as quickly brushed that thought aside. It simply did not do for a Great Pharaoh to associate himself with whores and sluts for any reason other than his own pleasure. But still, he had to know more about this new dancer girl. He sat up straighter as he thought of the solution to his dilemma.
He would simply have Jounouchi call upon the little vixen to find out more about her!
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NEXT CHAPTER: Jounouchi calls upon Anzu to learn more about her for Yuugi. Bakura and Malik have a little 'chat' about their differences. Members of the royal court begin to prepare for Yuugi's twentieth birthday.
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Hello, all! ^^ I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I apologize that it wasn't as long as the first two, but I'll try to make the next one longer. I hope the have the next chapter out within a few days. Review and tell me what you think so far. See you soon! ^_^