Hello Pharaoh-boy. (don't shot me)
Yami gritted his teeth as he spurred his horse faster towards the smoke and shrieks drifting over the dunes. They were beacons to the Pharaoh and his priests, leading them to Bakura, to Malik, and to Calla. 'I don't care if she hates me, I cannot let this happen to her. If we do make it back to the palace together Calla, I promise, I'll help you find your way to happiness.'
Smoke, fire, blood, Bakura must be happy.
Bakura turned his eyes from the carnage he created to find the source of these new screams. Luckily for him his ka fought on while he stood staring at the to women running in his direction. Correction, one was floating above the ground. 'What do you know, she's not as hopeless as I thought.' Unluckily, however, not everyone was using just their ka. He barely fended off a blade coming at him with his own weapon. Bakura sneered. "Really now Malik, is that any way to greed an old business partner?" Malik returned with a snarl, "Well I decided to cut our arrangement short, you got greedy Bakura. The ring may be yours by right but the girl is mine!" "Who, Calla?" The thief shook his head pityingly as he fended off more attacks easily. "I stole her, therefore she is mine and stealing from a thief is a very big mistake. Now it will be your last!" Malik lunged, Bakura side stepped and swung his blade down.
Skipping in a field, of bodies. Hm, something's wrong here.
"Gah!" Calla tripped as she watched Bakura's blade flash towards Malik's neck. 'Is he…?' She lifted her face from the ground as the woman disappeared from in front of her. Her question was answered as she saw the blonde form rise again, holding his bleeding shoulder. The battle continued and the words they had yelled to each other as they dueled rang through her mind. 'Is that the way he thinks of me? Another trinket stolen like anything else?' Sorrowful blue eyes lowered to the ground as her hands gripped at the dirt. 'Of course, you should have known that! That's all anyone ever thinks of you! Even the only one you've had feelings for, all because you had to be stupid and fall for a villain! You couldn't have let someone caring in like-' "Calla! Are you hurt?" Arms embraced her and she looked up into familiar eyes. Yami helped her to her feet as Seth rode up to them, leading another horse. "Pharaoh, we'll handle this, go back to the palace and care for your bride." Yami couldn't help but smile at the look in Seth's eyes. The high priest may have always fought with Calla but he'd miss her as a rival if as nothing else. "Do you think you'll need help up onto the horse…" The Pharaoh trailed off then proceeded to get the newly discovered unconscious girl on to his horse. He had seen the woman, her first time using her ka had been a strain on her after all she had gone through. After getting on after her, he turned to Seth. "If you catch Malik in all of this, I want him executed. If you deem it proper you may bring him to the palace for a public one but I'd rather his scheming end here. The same for the thief." Seth smirked and nodded. "It would be my pleasure, Pharaoh." With that he turned and lead the priests into the melee, leaving Yami to his duty to protect Calla. Now smoke, shrieks, and a royal steed came over the dunes.
Yeah I know it's been a while and most people who read this fic have probably lost interest by now but I told myself I'd finish this thing sooner or later. Sorry the chaps short but it's kinda three in the morning as I write this. Please r&r. Laters people.
