I hope your happy Gather Your Mind. And everyone else to. Please don't get mad if this isn't up to normal standards, I've had a severe case of writer's block. sweatdrop Well, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Just Calla. (actually no one owns her casts a look at Malik she's her own free person… inside of my head)
'You're such and idiot Calla! You let yourself fall for a condemned man!' How could she have let this happen, not only had she fallen for Bakura, she let herself be captured by Malik. 'I've got do something!' Maybe if she got out in time she could somehow warn Bakura. No, he wouldn't listen. That and only Ra knew where he was any ways. The least she could do was to stop Malik from doing, whatever it was that he was planning to do to overthrow Yami. But how? She looked down at the whip and narrowed her eyes, no way in hell was she going to be on the receiving end of that thing. She hoped… That's when the door slammed open and back shut quickly. Without hesitation he had flung off his robe and snatched up the whip as he turned to Calla. Her eyes searched his face, his expression unreadable. "Malik please…" He snapped the whip causing her turn her head in fear. "Your little fits, denials of what I have decided, objections to my actions, those I took, even enjoyed! But this…" Malik let his voice drop threateningly "I can't let this go unpunished my dear." "But Malik-" With narrowed eyes he swung the whip upward, bringing it down with a stinging snap at her side. Calla yelped and twitched in her bonds. He hadn't hit her. Now she could see the pure joy flashing behind his eyes as she narrowed her own. 'He's just teasing me!' The look she gave was, she hopped, subdued and pleading. She had to make him think the impossible, that she had given in. Malik paused in thought, 'Looks like my calla lily has something to say.' He'd let her talk, it would be entertaining at least to hear what she had in mind. 'It's so cute when she comes up with her little plans to deter me, and even better to see her reactions when they fall apart.' "Yes dear?" Relief filled Calla as he coiled the whip up once again. "You have to understand. I was only…" she paused for an excuse. Malik's hand tightened it's grip in a silent threat. "Yes?" "I was only chastening myself for ever thinking of Bakura when I could be thinking of you!" Her words came forth, to her shock, with only the thought of easing his wrath. 'I can't believe I just said that! Wait! I can use this…' He quirked an eyebrow. "Is that so?" The purple eyes watched with amusement while she tried to keep up her act. Even as he had kneeled at the bedside, toying with her hair once again. "You certainly never seemed to welcome me." "I really couldn't, seeing as I'm engaged." His smirk somehow stayed hidden. "And just now? Is it common for girls to call an object of affection a pig?" Calla was racking her brain for lies to feed him. "I've been having to convince myself of that for such a long time I was starting to believe it until I saw how jealous you were at the thought of me preferring Bakura." "And what motivation do I have to support your claims?" She lowered her eye lids and looked up at him through her lashes. "Untie my arms and let me prove them." She held back her displeasure as he slid over to the bonds on her other side. This could finally be her chance.
Back to our favorite Pharaoh…
Yami paced the floors of his throne room. He hadn't been able to find Seth and now suspected that his high priest was taking matters into his own hands. 'He better no mess this up! Calla's life is at stake and Seth just doesn't get it!' He looked out one of the large windows to see a messenger approaching the palace on horseback. The messenger stopped at the gate to make exchanges with the guards. Yami leaned out the window. "Guards! Let him pass!" The faster he knew what had happened the better. After about twenty more paces from one side of the room to the other, the messenger was telling the pharaoh all that he knew. "My pharaoh." the young man bowed. "The high priest wished you to know that the tomb robber Bakura has escaped with the ring in his possession and-" "My bride! What about my bride?!" the messenger lowered his eyes. "The high priest regrets to say that there has been no sign of her." "You are dismissed." Yami watched as the messenger ran off and turned away angrily. "What have you done Seth?"
And to our even greater favorite, 'Kura!
He was pissed. Majorly. Bodies of soulless or dead hunters surrounded him in his hideout. The chains on the bed, empty. His eyes had taken on an insane glint. "Malik, you should've known, no one steals from a thief." Everything was a blur as he went outside and mounted his horse, kicking him hard in the ribs, (oww) and unconsciously steering him to Malik's home. No one who stole from a thief got of free, especially if they stole from this thief. 'You will pay Malik. Once she is safe with me, you'll pay.'
Well there you go. Please r&r.
