I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM YU-GI-OH! THE CREDIT GOES TO MR. Takahashi (I cannot spell his name!)
Atem sat on the floor of his bed chamber trying to teach Ayah how to duel. She lay on her stomach, feet crossed in the air, staring at the scratches the Pharaoh had made. She still felt rather confused. "Do you like to ride?" Atem asked. Her eyes lightened when she looked at him, "Yes, I do." "Then let's give the horses some exercise." he said as he helped her to her feet.
"Windlord, this is the woman you carried home earlier today. Beautiful, isn't she." Ayah smiled shyly at the Pharaoh's comment. Windlord stomped his hoof and shook his chestnut head in approval making his silky mane ripple in the wind. Atem loved the way Ayah's eyes sparkled, the way she stood there in the moonlight looking at him smiling.
Suddenly, they heard irritated snorting and stomping in the last stall. Atem caught Ayah's worried glance, "Shadow Spirit is working himself into a rage again. That horse lets noone ride him or even get near him." "Please let me try, my Pharaoh. I may be able to calm him." Ayah pleaded. "I'm sorry, I don't want you to get hur..." before the Pharaoh could finish Ayah stood in front of the stall that contained the unruly stallion. Atem watched praying silently that Ayah was doing the right thing.
Shadow Spirit's shiny coat was as black as the night, his hooves so thick, the earth rumbles when he touches the ground. He glared at Ayah with fiery red eyes that seemed as though they could burn a hole right through her. Ayah spoke softly as she crept closer, "Shh...its ok. No need to get upset. I just want to stoke your beautiful black coat." She stretched a hand out to him. Shadow Spirit bit at her hand, piercing her pale skin. Ayah swallowed her cry of pain; her hand gently stroked the stallion's coat. He liked the sound of her sweet voice and he felt no fear vibrating from her. There was no fun if the human was not afraid of him. Shadow Spirit tolerated her touches and even let her mount.
Shadow Spirit walked calmly out of the stall with Ayah on his back. "See...even he can be gentle, when he wants to be." "Please let me tie this around your hand." Atem held up a piece of cloth. Ayah leaned over sand the Pharaoh bandaged her sore hand, then he climbed onto Windlord's back. "Read to ride?" he asked. "I'll beat you to the gate, Pharaoh!" Atem was amazed at how fast Ayah and Shadow Spirit got to the gate.
Atem and Ayah rode though the shadows, casting each other sweet smiles. Fireflies danced in the background like stardust. Ayah followed Atem up a steep bank; they slowed their horses into a slow trot around the bluffs.
"Where are we?" Ayah asked looking around. She dismounted Shadow Spirit and walked to the edge of the cliff. She could see for miles beyond.
"As far as the eye can see." Atem said coming up next to her. He wrapped his arm around Ayah and drew her in closer. He could feel the heat from her body making his heart pump faster. She lay her head on his shoulder and placed a hand on his chest. She rubbed him for a moment, than began to tug fiercely on his tunic. He whispered, "You wish for me to remove that?" She nodded, a very naughty grin on her face.
The Pharaoh reached behind his head and pulled his tunic and majestic cape off, then he scooped Ayah up and carried her into a small, secluded cave. He sat her down and spread his cape on the ground like a carpet. "You don't care if that gets dirty?" Ayah asked with concern. Atem lay on his side, "Nope." He rolled onto his back as Ayah came over to join him. Her back lay against his side, her soft hair brushing against his bare chest. He wrapped an arm around her making sure she was close and warm. Atem sucked on her ear, "Mmmmm", he mumbled. "My Pharaoh, enjoying yourself aren't you?" Ayah giggled. "Snuggling with you. Yes, I am." he replied. His hand betrayed him and started to slither up Ayah's stomach to her chest through the silk fabric of her dress.
Ayah found herself thinking about the thief king. I hope Bakura is ok...No... he deserved it. What he did is NOT how you get a lady's attention...although...that maneuver he did to steal me was pretty awesome...so talented...and of course I didn't miss that charming smirk on his face. She could not control the flame in her heart that was taking over.
Atem was kissing her neck and urging her to do the same to him. Ayah rolled over to face him and placed her hands on his cheeks. She let him continue burying her in kisses not wanting him to stop, but also, wanting to run far away.
Outside the cave entrance, Shadow Spirit was growing impatient. He wanted to find his master and began stomping his hooves making the earth rumble. Windlord snorted at him to behave himself, sensing that the Pharaoh probably had important business in that cave and was not to be disturbed. Shadow Spirit ignored the other stallion and angrily yanked on his rope.
Atem slipped his tunic and cape back on "I guess Shadow Spirit doesn't like the idea of us together." Atem and Ayah climbed back on their horses. "Ready to ride back to the palace?" Atem asked. "Yes, my Pharaoh. We could use some major beauty sleep." she yawned.
They descended from their perch on the clifftop back to the sands below.
Atem noticed that Shadow Spirit wasn't up to speed. The Pharaoh kept glancing over his shoulder to see if Ayah was still there. "Don't worry about me, my Pharaoh! I'm just letting Shadow Spirit relax. I think I over worked him." she called. "I understand." Pharaoh replied. He slowed Windlord to a soft trot to let Ayah and Shadow Spirit catch up.
Shadow Spirit was pretending to be tired. He was saving his energy to make his escape, catching up was not what he planned to do. With a suprising burst of power Shadow Spirit took off in another direction. "AHHH!! Shadow Spirit! What are you doing!" Ayah cried out in surprise.
"Ayah!" Atem shouted, but he could not see her or Shadow Spirit. They had taken off in a streak of lightning and then melted away into the darkness. "Home, Windlord! I will not rest until she is found and safe!"
"Pharaoh! You have returned. Where is the woman?" Priest Seto asked irritated. "Shadow Spirit decided to take his own course with Ayah. Tell all the Priests. We must search for her now." Atem scrambled off of his horse in a hurry to alert everyone about the search.
Meanwhile, Ayah was clutching onto Shadow Spirit for dear life. "Please stop, Shadow Spirit! I know I snuggled with the Pharaoh when I shouldn't have, but we didn't DO anything! I promise!" Shadow Spirit came to a sudden stop. Surprised, Ayah climbed down. She kissed and stroked the horse's neck. "Thank you. Thank you. Now, where are we?" She looked around, but it was hard to see in the surrounding darkness. She could just make out forms of broken buildings and remnants of people. There was a nasty sent in the air of old rotting corpses. Ayah plugged her nose, "Ewww. Disgusting smell. And you wanted to come to this ghost town, Shadow Spirit? She followed the horse to a small run down shack of a house. Shadow Spirit flopped onto his side to sleep. "Unusual horse you are." Ayah said as she burrowed close to the back stallion for warmth, that and because the noticed some creepy looking spirits headed her way. She closed her eyes and fell asleep in odd security of the mysterious equine.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! And thanks everyone for your reviews! ;-) Getting into some more Thief King moments...