I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM YU-GI-OH! THE CREDIT GOES TO MR. Takahashi (I cannot spell his name!)
With a jealous glare, Atem swung his sword aiming it for Bakura's chest, but in a quick flash, the thief already had his weapon blocking the death blow. The sound of metal clashing against itself was heard echoing throughout the room. "If you kill me, Pharaoh, you'll have one very upset female. And I don't think you want that do you." Bakura smirked and risked a glance at Ayah. The priests were surrounding the frightened female trying their best to calm her. "Don't worry, beautiful, I won't kill him!" he shouted. "Look out!" she screamed. Bakura ducked just as the Pharaoh's sword sliced through the air where his head just was. I won't kill him, not in front of MY queen that is. Bakura thought.
Bakura is right. I can't kill him and I won't. I'm letting my jealousy control me and hurting the woman I love. the Pharaoh thought to himself. He groaned in pain as Bakura's blade clawed into his shoulder, wounding him badly. "Pharaoh, I have the advantage. I know all the dirty tricks in the book and for a plus, I'm stronger." Atem looked over at Ayah who was sitting on the floor feeling completely helpless. The look on her tear stained face and sad eyes seemed to send him a secret message. His sword clashed with Bakura's. They stared sternly at one another, breathing heavily from the strain of the duel. "Is she pregnant?" the Pharaoh asked. The thief king grinned with pleasure, "She very well could be." "Curse you." Atem whispered to him. "Thank you, Pharaoh." Bakura smirked and swung his sword. Atem blocked the swing and sliced Bakura's leg. He cornered the thief and pointed the weapon at Bakura's neck. "I have an advantage too. My father taught me to sword fight. Now drop your sword. Bakura dropped his weapon on the stone floor. "Pharaoh, I know you won't kill me. Not in front of Ayah and not ever."
"Your right, thief. I won't kill you. Not like this." Atem used the handle of the sword and his fist to knock Bakura out. The thief king fell to the ground unconscious.
Atem sheathed his sword and went over to Ayah. He helped her up and used his thumb to wipe the tears off her face. She looked so pale and her blank stare made it seem like she died.
She allowed him to carry her and place her on Windlord. The Pharaoh climbed aboard "It will be ok, Ayah." She just blankly stared at him.
Shadow Spirit descended the stairs to where his master lay. The horse shoved him with his muzzle, Darn it, he's not dead! Oh well...good thing for that pretty girl of his. I admit, I have grown quite fond of her. The horse proceeded to clean the wounds with his tongue. Mmmmm...tasty stuff! So much better than apples and grass!
Meanwhile, back at the palace, Ayah finally came to and was unleashing her anger on the Pharaoh. "I thought you understood me!" Ayah screamed angrily in Atem's face. "Too jealous to think about how the woman feels!" "I'm sorry! Yes, you and Bakura are right. I shouldn't have done that. I let my anger and jealousy control me and I shouldn't have." he tried to apologize.
At that moment Seto walked through the entry of the throne room. He gazed at Ayah in surprise. He walked over to her and held out his hand, "My rod please." he commanded sternly. "Why in the name of Ra, would I have YOUR rod." she smirked. His face turned red, "You know what I mean." Seto tried to cover his embarrassment. Ayah pouted and reached behind her back. She had tucked the sennen rod through the sash on her skirt. She pulled it out and handed it to him. Seto snatched it from her grasp. "Well...thank you too." she said sarcastically as he walked away.
"Ayah, please forgive me." The Pharaoh knelt in front of her and kissed her hand. "Well...with an apology like that I accept. Just don't go dominant on me again." she grinned. "Deal." he replied. He placed an ear to her stomach. After hearing nothing, he gently laid his hands on her stomach to try to feel for any movement from within. "Why are you so fascinated with my tummy?" she asked. Then it dawned on her, "Oh. You think I'm pregnant. Is that what you and Bakura were whispering about during your dominance fight?" "Um...yes." he answered. He stood at caught her gaze. "You'll just have to find out." she said mysteriously.
Ayah changed the subject of their conversation. She told the Pharaoh of Bakura's plan to steal the sennen items to unleash a dark power to take control. She loved her thief very much, but knew what he wanted to gain would destroy everyone.
Ayah was outside in the garden playing silly games with Mana. The Pharaoh alerted his priests that they must find Bakura and convince him not to release the dark power. If they told him that the power couldn't be controlled, it would consume everyone, even his beloved Ayah, then he would give in. But on the other hand, his already overwhelming grudge had grown thousands of times in strength due to Atem's jealous outburst and taking away his love.
"We must go back to the tablet. Ayah is coming with us." Atem said. "But she could be injured." Mahaado said worriedly. "She would injure us badly if we don't reunite her with Bakura." Pharaoh Atem said. And I promised her I would take her back.
They saddled up and got on their horses. "Ayah, time to go." Atem called. "Ok." she replied. "Bye, Mana!" she shouted as she climbed onto Windlord with the Pharaoh. "I'll never forgive you if you don't visit!" Mana joked.
They galloped back to the place where Ayah had been taken away from her lover. I'm coming, Bakura, please be ok! she thought worriedly.
Author's Note: Almost to the end of the story. I've already started another one with Bakura and Ayah but this time it takes place in the present. He remembers her, but she doesn't remember him. And there's Ryou now in the mix. I'll post it up a bit later.