I do not own Yu-gi-oh, But I do own the plot and Amunet.

Chapter Eight

Amunet was almost totally silent when walking home with the guys. Bakura walked next to her, just as silent. Amunet couldn't help but wonder if Bakura's yami told him what the significance of the apple was. Joey took Amunet's hand.

"You know, you didn't do too bad today for dueling for the first time." He smiled at her.

She smiled up at him, "Thanks, Yu-gi helped me with my deck some."

Yu-gi nodded, "She had a pretty good deck with out my help though, she's a natural."

She smiled, "Yeah it probably comes from watching Malik duel so much."

Everyone went totally silent when she mentioned Malik, they walked into the house, "I'm going to go do homework." She ran up the stairs to her room.

Joey sighed, "She's been quiet ever since Bakura gave her that apple at lunch.

Bakura looked at Joey, "She asked me to get her an apple," He spoke almost too quickly but no one noticed, "Maybe I should talk to her." He ran up the stairs.

Yu-gi sighed, "Amunet might still be shaky from what happened, that's it, and with Malik leaving, it's kind of like the last part of her family is leaving."

Joey nodded, "Yeah that can be, and she did look tired today."

Yu-gi nodded; Y. Bakura knocked on Amunet's door, "Little Amu, can I come in my little novice thief?"

Amunet swallowed, "Even if I said no, you would come in anyways."

He opened the door, "very true, I take it that you remembered your past life, Amu."

"Bakura, call me Amunet, and I remember very little of it, I still don't trust you especially after you trapped me in the shadow realm." She avoided eye contact, remembering how friendly he seemed to be towards her in her dream.

"You remember the apple though, that was almost a symbol to us both, reminded us both why we stole." He also seemed to gaze forward.

"To survive." She nodded, "Still don't trust you though."

He laughed slightly, "I only trapped you there to help you, to understand what the priest gave you when he trapped your soul in the shadow realm and to help you remember your past. Amu, you are still a thief inside, just like me. You need to snap out of this quiet phase you are in, the pharaoh is getting worried, and we don't want him snooping around in your past anymore do we?"

She thought about that for a moment, "No, I suppose not, I guess that telling him you were apparently part of my past would be bad."

He nodded and patted the top of her head, "Good Amu, now come down stairs and be social."

"I'll be down in a moment," She nodded to him.

He went back down stairs, "She's just tired, but said that she'll be down in a minute."

Yu-gi and Joey looked at him, "Alright,"

Amunet came down dressed in a pair of holy jeans and a t-shirt.

"That's my shirt!" Joey pointed at her.

She smiled, "You gave it to me, remember?" She walked over to sit with him.

They all started to do home work, later Bakura left shortly followed by Joey.

"Are you done?" Yu-gi looked over her shoulder.

She wrote down a number, "Now I am."

"Good, now we can talk," it was now Yami that was looking over her shoulder.

"I remembered more of that story," she looked at him, and he moved to sit next to her, "Oh?"

She nodded slightly, "Bakura was the thief that wanted me to steal the second apple," She closed her book and put it in her bag, "Seto was the name of the priest that caught me, that's all."

He nodded, "Were you and Bakura the thief friends?"

"Don't know," she shrugged, "Don't worry Yami, I won't make friends with the thief."

He smiled at her, "I'm not worried about that, I'm worried about you. You've been acting weird lately."

She sighed, "I won't lie to you; I'm trying to take it easy, since Bakura drained my energy, I'm worried that my illness, the weakness, has come back. So in short I'm trying not to suddenly pass out on you."

He echoed her sigh, "That's what I was afraid of. Are you able to do your daily activities?"

She nodded, "Yeah, I'll be fine, if I feel weak I'll stay home I promise."

He smiled at her, "At least you know your limits."

"Trust me, I know mine more then most."

Grandpa called them for dinner, they ate and then went to bed.

Amunet snuggled in her blanket, glad to have a blanket that would keep her warm. Tonight her mind traveled back to when she was first brought to Malik's home.

Amunet followed Malik down the stairs into the dark, "You live underground?" She looked up at him. He only nodded slightly, and continued to take her down.

"Master Malik, why must I stay with you? You didn't make my mom stay with you." She looked away from him. She knew exactly what was going on, Malik owned her now, just like he owned her mother.

"I'm not your master," was his reply.

"Yes you are, you killed my mother because she disobeyed you, and she never told you about me. Now I am taking her place." Her voice was sharp.

He looked down at her, his eyes seemed softer than the first time she met him, "I, dear Amunet, am not your master, that is my Yami, he is your master. I am his Aibou, but am in no way your master." He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Isis has told me much about you. That you are a girl that doesn't like to behave; you used to love to swim until you became too weak to swim. You love to read, and most of all you love the sun." His eyes looked at her sadly.

"Yeah, that's me," she nodded slightly, and leaned against a wall slightly nervous.

"Understand me, being my Yami's servant won't be easy, he will take away everything you enjoy. There will be no misbehaving without consequences, no more reading, and there will be little sun for you." He continued to walk.

She remembered when she first saw her room it was a simple square with a futon mattress and a thin blanket. She had looked back at the normal Malik unsure if it was true that this would be where she spent the rest of her life, he merely nodded sadly and left.

"Little Amu.."

Amunet woke up looking around, thinking she heard Bakura's voice. She saw nothing so she simply went back to sleep, trying to ignore everything that was wandering around in her mind.