Bound
Chapter Fifteen
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A/N: I know a lot of you want a lemon in this story, but if there is anything, it will be lime at most. I'm sorry, but I respect FF.net's rules. Also, I used to write lemons, but have grown out of wanting to write them. Sorry! I'll try to do a nice steamy lime scene though. ;
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"Anzu?" Bakura questioned. Malik gave him a curious look.
"That is the Pharaoh's houseservant, the one I was telling you about." At Bakura's blank look, he continued on quickly. "The one he is enamored with! Oh, honestly, your memory is terrible."
"But that's Anzu!" Bakura declared in surprise. At hearing her name, Anzu looked over and spotted Malik and Bakura. Her eyes widened in surprise. She quickly dabbed the tears from her eyes and approached the two young men.
"Bakura!" she greeted him with a genuine smile. "I've worried about you often!"
"How is slavedom?" he asked with a sarcastic smile. She shook her head.
"I don't know; it is okay, I suppose. How about you? Where do they have you?"
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, they are forcing me to do a lot of things," he said. Malik snickered which earned him a glare from his partner.
"This moron is Malik," Bakura introduced. Anzu smiled at the blond before looking Bakura up and down.
"Well, it does not seem they have mistreated you. You still look well," she remarked. Malik narrowed his eyes and walked past her.
"You look healthy, too, Anzu," Bakura replied. His eyes widened ten-fold when Malik bashed Anzu over the head with a log.
"Fuck, Malik! What the hell was that for?! I know you're jealous, but--"
"I am not jealous!" Malik interrupted hotly. He glared down at the unconscious brunette. "Besides, this is the 'special' houseservant of the Pharaoh. If she truly is so special, he will miss her when we kidnap her."
Bakura's mouth hung agape. "Oh, no, Malik. She befriended me!"
"What? So now you want to fuck her? Damn, Bakura! What about our plan?!" Malik shouted, enraged. Bakura crossed his arms calmly.
"Jealousy does not become you," he said shortly.
"I'm not jealous!" Malik screamed and started dragging Anzu toward the exit of the garden. Bakura rolled his eyes, but eventually helped Malik carry the young girl out of the garden and toward their favorite desert temple with their favorite sennen items.
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"My lord Pharaoh, I could not help but notice that Anzu has been gone quite a long time," Mahalah said fretfully, chewing on her lower lip. Jounouchi raised an eyebrow and set his goblet of wine and paperwork down on Yuugi's table.
"How long is 'quite a long time'?" he asked.
"Four or five hours," Yuugi said unconcerned, not even looking up from his papyrus board.
"That is a long time, Yuugi. Where did she say where she was going? I can think of nothing that would take so long," the blond remarked. Mahalah clenched and unclenched her fists before flopping down on the seat opposite Yuugi and Jounouchi.
"Your servants are at ease around you," Jounouchi noted, barely suppressing a grin.
"Yes, they make themselves quite at home," Yuugi replied dryly.
"Oh, Pharaoh, I do worry about her! She is like a sister -- no, a daughter! -- to me!" Mahalah exclaimed anxiously.
"Leave us for a moment, Mahalah," Yuugi said. She nodded, obviously not paying too much attention, but left anyway. Yuugi turned to Jounouchi.
"I could not say this in front of the woman, but... I did something I shouldn't have," he began hesitantly.
"Oh, Ra, what did you do to Anzu?" Jounouchi accused. Yuugi glared at him.
"Nothing! I only kissed her!" he replied heatedly. Fortunately, both Yuugi and Jounouchi missed the surprised gasp from Mahalah around the corner as she eavesdropped.
"You did what?" Jounouchi exclaimed.
"You heard me! And she ran away afterwards. I'm sure she's just off somewhere crying like the brat that she is," Yuugi grumbled irritably.
Jounouchi shook his head. "That doesn't sound like you. You're wounded and worried; not a good combination. Maybe she didn't just run off to 'cry like a brat,' as you say."
Yuugi hadn't been scared of hardly anything since tiny instances in his childhood, yet as he considered his life without Anzu in it, he knew that he had never been so afraid of anything and doubted he ever would be again. The most powerful man in Egypt was being humbled by fear for a slave's life. Oh, how the Gods were cruel. Why did it have to be her?
"You are right. I am scared, but be damned if you ever tell anyone!" Yuugi said matter-of-factly. "However, I'm sure she is around, so we shall simply send a few guards to locate her and bring her back here, so that I may thoroughly wring her neck."
Jounouchi itched to point out that Yuugi would never hurt her, but wisely kept quiet. No matter his shield of aloofness, Yuugi was scared that something had happened to her. And after two attempts had been made on her life, he had every good reason to think something may have happened again.
"I'll send guards out to search for her immediately," Jounouchi said, rising to his feet.
"Jou! Search the gardens first; they're her favorite places," Yuugi said. Jounouchi nodded and exited the Pharaoh's chambers.
From her hiding place behind the door, Mahalah watched Yuugi run his hands through his hair and lean over with his head in his hands.
"Poor fool; he doesn't even know he loves her yet," she whispered.
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Anzu moaned in pain as she stirred from her fitful unconsciousness.
"I demand to know who tried to kill me THIS time," she ordered sarcastically in a hoarse croak. She tried to hold onto her pounding head, but discovered that her hands were tied behind her back. She slowly cracked open her eyes. Her surroundings were almost pitch black; all she could make out was a door in the far corner. Her captors had been nice enough to give her a cot to lay on instead of the floor.
"It is about time; you've been unconscious for two days," a voice from the left corner informed her. She whipped her head over in that direction too quickly, earning an extra-painful throb from her head.
"Bakura?" she asked in disbelief, her eyes slowly focusing to the dark, and thus his ivory mane. He pressed away from the wall he was leaning on to approach her. She inched away from him slowly. She closed her eyes when he lifted his hand, fully expecting him to hit her.
Anzu re-opened her cerulean orbs in surprise when he gently rubbed the back of her head briefly. "The bump is almost gone, at least," he told her. "I am sorry that he was so rough."
"He..." she started, trying to think who he was talking about. Then it dawned on her. "Malik! That bastard!" she spat.
He chuckled. As if on cue, Malik entered. He raised an eyebrow nonchalantly.
"I thought I heard a screaming harpy."
"You have not heard anything yet, you piece of filth! How dare you?" she screamed, ignoring the persistent pounding in her head. Malik, however, ignored her and instead asked her a question. "Are you the Pharaoh's personal houseservant?"
"Yes," she growled. He gave Bakura a look that said 'see?'.
"I see. And you are valuable to him, correct?" he continued.
"I..." she faltered and gave him a questioning look. "What is this about?"
Bakura looked from her to his partner, opting to stay silent. Malik rolled his eyes. "Just answer!" he snapped. Anzu looked down, and Bakura was mildly surprised to see her anger replaced by sadness.
"I mean nothing to him," she told them with an inaudible sigh.
"What?!" Malik exploded. "Aren't you the slave who was the dancer before?" At her mute nod, he paced the dark room in an obvious fury. "The entire court is talking about you, saying that the Pharaoh is enamored with you! But you're telling me you're just a worthless slave?"
Bakura stepped forward then. "Malik, calm down. She has been through enough already without you telling her she's worthless."
Malik spun around. "Sure, defend her when our plan is about to go down to hell!"
Anzu looked up at the two of them. They were a beautiful sight to hold, the pair of them taking on an almost ethereal image. Their hair glowed in the dark room, and she remarked dully that they were the most beautiful two people she had ever seen right next to each other.
Still yet, their beauty didn't lift her spirits, not only because of their foul game, but because she knew what Malik said was true. She really was a worthless slave. Yuugi didn't care about her at all. He had even wiped his mouth to rid of himself of her filth after he had kissed her.
"I defend her because she hasn't done anything wrong, you jealous prat!" Bakura snapped back.
"I'm not jealous!" Malik screamed for the umpteenth time before storming out of the room, leaving an infuriated Bakura and depressed Anzu.
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NEXT CHAPTER: Anzu is still missing the day before Yuugi's birthday. Malik and Bakura set their plan into action, dragging Anzu along with them.
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Ahh, an assortment of feelings all mixed up! This story is nearing an end. I'll try to update soon. Please review; it motivates me! :D
Chapter Fifteen
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A/N: I know a lot of you want a lemon in this story, but if there is anything, it will be lime at most. I'm sorry, but I respect FF.net's rules. Also, I used to write lemons, but have grown out of wanting to write them. Sorry! I'll try to do a nice steamy lime scene though. ;
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"Anzu?" Bakura questioned. Malik gave him a curious look.
"That is the Pharaoh's houseservant, the one I was telling you about." At Bakura's blank look, he continued on quickly. "The one he is enamored with! Oh, honestly, your memory is terrible."
"But that's Anzu!" Bakura declared in surprise. At hearing her name, Anzu looked over and spotted Malik and Bakura. Her eyes widened in surprise. She quickly dabbed the tears from her eyes and approached the two young men.
"Bakura!" she greeted him with a genuine smile. "I've worried about you often!"
"How is slavedom?" he asked with a sarcastic smile. She shook her head.
"I don't know; it is okay, I suppose. How about you? Where do they have you?"
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, they are forcing me to do a lot of things," he said. Malik snickered which earned him a glare from his partner.
"This moron is Malik," Bakura introduced. Anzu smiled at the blond before looking Bakura up and down.
"Well, it does not seem they have mistreated you. You still look well," she remarked. Malik narrowed his eyes and walked past her.
"You look healthy, too, Anzu," Bakura replied. His eyes widened ten-fold when Malik bashed Anzu over the head with a log.
"Fuck, Malik! What the hell was that for?! I know you're jealous, but--"
"I am not jealous!" Malik interrupted hotly. He glared down at the unconscious brunette. "Besides, this is the 'special' houseservant of the Pharaoh. If she truly is so special, he will miss her when we kidnap her."
Bakura's mouth hung agape. "Oh, no, Malik. She befriended me!"
"What? So now you want to fuck her? Damn, Bakura! What about our plan?!" Malik shouted, enraged. Bakura crossed his arms calmly.
"Jealousy does not become you," he said shortly.
"I'm not jealous!" Malik screamed and started dragging Anzu toward the exit of the garden. Bakura rolled his eyes, but eventually helped Malik carry the young girl out of the garden and toward their favorite desert temple with their favorite sennen items.
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"My lord Pharaoh, I could not help but notice that Anzu has been gone quite a long time," Mahalah said fretfully, chewing on her lower lip. Jounouchi raised an eyebrow and set his goblet of wine and paperwork down on Yuugi's table.
"How long is 'quite a long time'?" he asked.
"Four or five hours," Yuugi said unconcerned, not even looking up from his papyrus board.
"That is a long time, Yuugi. Where did she say where she was going? I can think of nothing that would take so long," the blond remarked. Mahalah clenched and unclenched her fists before flopping down on the seat opposite Yuugi and Jounouchi.
"Your servants are at ease around you," Jounouchi noted, barely suppressing a grin.
"Yes, they make themselves quite at home," Yuugi replied dryly.
"Oh, Pharaoh, I do worry about her! She is like a sister -- no, a daughter! -- to me!" Mahalah exclaimed anxiously.
"Leave us for a moment, Mahalah," Yuugi said. She nodded, obviously not paying too much attention, but left anyway. Yuugi turned to Jounouchi.
"I could not say this in front of the woman, but... I did something I shouldn't have," he began hesitantly.
"Oh, Ra, what did you do to Anzu?" Jounouchi accused. Yuugi glared at him.
"Nothing! I only kissed her!" he replied heatedly. Fortunately, both Yuugi and Jounouchi missed the surprised gasp from Mahalah around the corner as she eavesdropped.
"You did what?" Jounouchi exclaimed.
"You heard me! And she ran away afterwards. I'm sure she's just off somewhere crying like the brat that she is," Yuugi grumbled irritably.
Jounouchi shook his head. "That doesn't sound like you. You're wounded and worried; not a good combination. Maybe she didn't just run off to 'cry like a brat,' as you say."
Yuugi hadn't been scared of hardly anything since tiny instances in his childhood, yet as he considered his life without Anzu in it, he knew that he had never been so afraid of anything and doubted he ever would be again. The most powerful man in Egypt was being humbled by fear for a slave's life. Oh, how the Gods were cruel. Why did it have to be her?
"You are right. I am scared, but be damned if you ever tell anyone!" Yuugi said matter-of-factly. "However, I'm sure she is around, so we shall simply send a few guards to locate her and bring her back here, so that I may thoroughly wring her neck."
Jounouchi itched to point out that Yuugi would never hurt her, but wisely kept quiet. No matter his shield of aloofness, Yuugi was scared that something had happened to her. And after two attempts had been made on her life, he had every good reason to think something may have happened again.
"I'll send guards out to search for her immediately," Jounouchi said, rising to his feet.
"Jou! Search the gardens first; they're her favorite places," Yuugi said. Jounouchi nodded and exited the Pharaoh's chambers.
From her hiding place behind the door, Mahalah watched Yuugi run his hands through his hair and lean over with his head in his hands.
"Poor fool; he doesn't even know he loves her yet," she whispered.
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Anzu moaned in pain as she stirred from her fitful unconsciousness.
"I demand to know who tried to kill me THIS time," she ordered sarcastically in a hoarse croak. She tried to hold onto her pounding head, but discovered that her hands were tied behind her back. She slowly cracked open her eyes. Her surroundings were almost pitch black; all she could make out was a door in the far corner. Her captors had been nice enough to give her a cot to lay on instead of the floor.
"It is about time; you've been unconscious for two days," a voice from the left corner informed her. She whipped her head over in that direction too quickly, earning an extra-painful throb from her head.
"Bakura?" she asked in disbelief, her eyes slowly focusing to the dark, and thus his ivory mane. He pressed away from the wall he was leaning on to approach her. She inched away from him slowly. She closed her eyes when he lifted his hand, fully expecting him to hit her.
Anzu re-opened her cerulean orbs in surprise when he gently rubbed the back of her head briefly. "The bump is almost gone, at least," he told her. "I am sorry that he was so rough."
"He..." she started, trying to think who he was talking about. Then it dawned on her. "Malik! That bastard!" she spat.
He chuckled. As if on cue, Malik entered. He raised an eyebrow nonchalantly.
"I thought I heard a screaming harpy."
"You have not heard anything yet, you piece of filth! How dare you?" she screamed, ignoring the persistent pounding in her head. Malik, however, ignored her and instead asked her a question. "Are you the Pharaoh's personal houseservant?"
"Yes," she growled. He gave Bakura a look that said 'see?'.
"I see. And you are valuable to him, correct?" he continued.
"I..." she faltered and gave him a questioning look. "What is this about?"
Bakura looked from her to his partner, opting to stay silent. Malik rolled his eyes. "Just answer!" he snapped. Anzu looked down, and Bakura was mildly surprised to see her anger replaced by sadness.
"I mean nothing to him," she told them with an inaudible sigh.
"What?!" Malik exploded. "Aren't you the slave who was the dancer before?" At her mute nod, he paced the dark room in an obvious fury. "The entire court is talking about you, saying that the Pharaoh is enamored with you! But you're telling me you're just a worthless slave?"
Bakura stepped forward then. "Malik, calm down. She has been through enough already without you telling her she's worthless."
Malik spun around. "Sure, defend her when our plan is about to go down to hell!"
Anzu looked up at the two of them. They were a beautiful sight to hold, the pair of them taking on an almost ethereal image. Their hair glowed in the dark room, and she remarked dully that they were the most beautiful two people she had ever seen right next to each other.
Still yet, their beauty didn't lift her spirits, not only because of their foul game, but because she knew what Malik said was true. She really was a worthless slave. Yuugi didn't care about her at all. He had even wiped his mouth to rid of himself of her filth after he had kissed her.
"I defend her because she hasn't done anything wrong, you jealous prat!" Bakura snapped back.
"I'm not jealous!" Malik screamed for the umpteenth time before storming out of the room, leaving an infuriated Bakura and depressed Anzu.
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NEXT CHAPTER: Anzu is still missing the day before Yuugi's birthday. Malik and Bakura set their plan into action, dragging Anzu along with them.
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Ahh, an assortment of feelings all mixed up! This story is nearing an end. I'll try to update soon. Please review; it motivates me! :D