A/N: Okay, sorry it took me a little longer but with musical practice and all the tests I had this week, I just could not find the time. Not to mention the only computer that works is at my dads so I had to wait to get home to! I don't know if this will be a good chapter or not, I kinda rushed it. Al well. sigh R&R please!

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Nope not even Yu-Gi-Oh. But Elvis she is mine. Yay! At least I have something!

Chapter Three

Once more Elvis was shaken awake. This time it was the High Priest that stood over her. He was wearing that silly tall hat of his again. He shook her shoulder with a little more force and Elvis awoke from her slumber. Her back seared with pain. She had slept the whole night through against the rough pillar. She pushed her dark bangs from her eyes and looked up at the man. He was wearing a very stern look on his face. No surprise there.

"What are you doing here? You are supposed to be at your quarters! You have already caused enough havoc here." His voice was cold and sharp as the crisp morning air.

"I got lost last night and couldn't find my way back." She explained. She pushed herself from the pillar and up onto her feet. A hand went to her back to help ease the pain. She then took in her surroundings, the sky was still dark and the air was still very cold. It had to be at least five in the morning. Her libs were frozen and her voice had cracked when she answered. She wrapped her arms around herself to warm herself up.

"Come with me." Seth said quickly. Only because of curiosity did she fallow, or at least that is what she told herself. She didn't want to admit it but she was afraid of him, but she could never admit that to herself. She fumbled behind him. Not only was her back and feet in pain but so was her stomach, she was now hungrier than ever and her mouth begged to be relieved of its thirst.

"I must have something to eat and drink." She begged. When Seth did not answer so continued in desperation. "Please, I have not eaten in days! My stomach hurts and my mouth is so dry. Please. Let me just have a bit-"

"Fine! Okay, you are right, besides the Pharaoh would be upset to see you in poor health, we will stop by the kitchens." After he said that he turned down another row of pillars. Her stomach growled in triumph. Seth led her for a few minutes until Elvis started to recognize parts of the castle that she had seen yesterday. It wasn't very long until Elvis remembered what way it was to get to the kitchen. She hurried past him and past the huge doors. Seth reached out a hand to stop her but decided against it. When someone was hungry it controlled their mind. He sighed and entered after her.

Elvis was already busy making her breakfast when he entered. She had also succeeded in making a huge mess. She had pulled her way through what she could find. And most of what she had found was now on the floor. The cooking table was also covered in fruits and thin bread and dried meats. Elvis then filled a pitcher with clear cool water. She sat down and looked at the choices in front of her. Elvis bit into a sweet fruit and let the juice drip down her chin. Then she swallowed it with a huge gulp of water to help her.

Seth stood by the doors the whole time, watching in amazement as the girl wolfed down the food in front of her. She drank with greed. But Seth was growing tired and the young woman was still at it. The pharaoh would be growing impatient by now, and the High Priest was moving to hurry her.

"Enough, you have had your fill. It is time to fallow me." Seth said.

Elvis looked up with a full mouth. She swallowed. "But I am still hungry, just let me have a little more..."

"NO! You will fallow me to the Pharaoh or be punished. Now!" Seth ordered.

Elvis jumped to attention. Seth hurried over to her and grabbed her by the upper arm. His grip was strong, and Elvis winced. Her pulled her away from her beloved food. She whimpered but fallowed him none the less. He pulled her from the kitchen, while mumbling to himself. "Why do I bother with these pathetic creatures, I have work to do." Elvis was reminded of Seto Kaiba.

When they stepped out the sun was now blazing and was already heating up the palace. The air was warm and dry. Elvis would have guessed that their little detour took up two hours of their time. Thinking made Elvis slow down.

"Hurry." he persisted.

"You are hurting me!"

"Shut up! Or Pharaoh will have your life!" He only pulled on her harder.

They walked for five minutes, but Elvis no longer complained. Her arm would have bruises though. She didn't want to risk worse injury from the Pharaoh. Seth pulled her in front of a huge stone door. Her mouth fell open. The door was huge, at least two stories high. Four guards stood outside, because four guards were needed to open the door. Seth left Elvis, giving her a chance to rub the pain from her arm. Seth came forward and spoke to one of the guards.

After a brief talk the guard nodded and then pounded on the door with his large hand. No answer. Seth ordered him to try again. The guard pounded harder. A giggle. Elvis lifted an eyebrow. The guard looked at the High Priest to see if he should continue, when Seth nodded his head the guard did the same again.

"WHAT? I am busy in here!" The pharaoh yelled through the door. Another set of giggles fallowed. There was the sound of rustling and something broke. Something expensive Elvis guessed. There was a loud thud against the door. "Well? You called me didn't you? Aren't you going to open it?" the Pharaoh's annoyed voice filtered though the doors.

The guards rushed to comply to their Pharaoh's wishes. They all pulled at once. The door creaked against the hard floor. Light poured into the hallway. The amazing figure of Atem stood there, women on either side of him. He waved them back and they all giggled on their way to the bed. He smiled at their silliness.

Elvis turned, red faced. All that was covering Atem was a thin sheet from his bed. Not a very good sheet either because of its sheer quality. She kept her back to them while the Pharaoh and his priest talked.

"Your greatness, I have brought the girl you requested." Seth knelled down.

"Yes, and where is she?" Atem asked.

"She is right here my lord..." Seth looked up. Elvis's back was still turned. Seth grew red too, but for a different reason. He was angry. He pulled her to the ground. "Kneel! He is your Pharaoh!" He pushed her down roughly by the neck. The girls in the bedroom were laughing full out now. Elvis ears started to burn. She was so embarrassed that she didn't even notice she was now on the ground next to Seth. He still held her by the back of her neck.

"Oh yes, the foreigner. Bring her inside." The Pharaoh said casually and then strode back to his bed. Seth lifted Elvis and dragged her into the room. The guards shut the door after they entered. 'Clunk!' Elvis looked back at the door, she was nervous now. There was no way she wanted to be in this room with these two men. She was shaking in fear. The girls that were throwing her weird looks weren't helping either. Atem had joined them back on the bed and they had thrown themselves into a fit of laughter. He hushed them and kissed the closest girl. Then when she tried to kiss him back he pushed her away.

"Out now ladies. I have work to attend to!" The girls whined and complained. Elvis was relieved. The girls danced around and then exited. Atem laid out on his bed, looking after them.

"Pharaoh."

"Yes, yes, I know. I will speak with her now." Atem reluctantly turned back to the two remaining people in room. A look of disgust was slapped across his face."You may leave High Priest Seth."

"What? I must advice against this! You don't know what this wrench can d-" The Pharaoh held up his hand. Seth shut his mouth. Elvis was realizing just how powerful the pharaoh truly was. His power and authority filled the room. Seth bowed and slowly withdrew from the chamber.

She stared at the Pharaoh and he did the same to her. She held his gaze but soon it was to much, she turned away. A smile spread across his face. She could tell that this was man that like to win and would do anything to do so.

Elvis decided that she would rather spend a week in the same room as Seth, than a minute in the same room with this so called Pharaoh. She stepped towards the door.

"Stop. Where do you think you are going?" A sly smile played on the lips of the young ruler. Elvis was very nervous now. What did this monarch want from her. Surely he had enough girls in the next room. The thought brought redness to her cheeks. Elvis hesitated to answer. "Come closer." The power in his voice was just so strong that her body could not help but obey. Her left foot moved forward, then her right. Soon she was at the edge of his bed looking down at him. He was still laying in a model pose. Elvis was turning crimson red now.

Atem reached over to the other side of his bed and pulled something out. It was her backpack. Elvis looked at it with longing and reached for it. Atem snatched it away, the smile was still on his lips.

"This is how I knew you were no spy. These are not spy tools, you didn't have any poison in here, deadly creatures or weapons. Although I found some interesting markings. Seth was positive you are an apprentice of a sorcerer. I have told him that he is a fool though. No woman has ever been taught magics. Women are to emotional for that power. But something did catch my attention. Tell me what is this." Atem held up a calculator.

Elvis could not help it, a smile crept to her face. "It is a calculator." Elvis saw Atem's confused face and decided to explain. "It helps solve math problems. You most likely don't understand though, because where I come from numbers are different than yours."

"Ah another point I wanted to bring up. If you are from another country then why do you speak my language so well?" Elvis was caught and the Pharaoh knew it. "Ah ha! I knew it! You are Egyptian! Let me guess, you were born into a Egyptian slave family, no hold on, I know this, you ran away to another country and then when it didn't work out you thought you could return! Right? Well obviously, there is no other explanation, so I must be." There was no arguing with him. The man was full of himself.

If only he knew the truth, that Elvis was from the future. But for some reason Elvis didn't think the Pharaoh would believe her. She would just have to keep this secret to herself. No one could know, not if she wanted to be safe. Even without everyone knowing, she was still having a hard time staying out of the line-light.

"What I want to know is how did you come among such amazing creatures?"

Elvis could not hold it in. She laughed good and hard. The all mighty Pharaoh was holding up a calculator and thought it was alive. It was the feel good moment of the day. Obviously Atem did not feel the same way. He was fuming with anger now.

"Do you mock me?" He said deep throated. The threat in his voice easy to read. Elvis was quick to shut up. She stared wide-eyed at him. He lifted himself up and stood in front of her. He toward over her. He was nowhere as tall as his Priest but still very tall. She took a step back but it was filled with Atem a second later. "You are mine slave! So keep your place! I simply keep you so I may learn of your things in this bag. I could have your life taken at any moment! Make sure you think of that next time before you chuckle at me!"

"Yes s-si-sir, I underst-st-stand." Elvis was shaking with fear and Atem had a strange grin on his face. He was enjoying her fear just a little to much.

"Now I want you to tell me of these things in your bag." His voice was calm again. This man was as easy to predict as the weather! But Elvis did, she told everything she could. She tried to explain to Atem what some of the items did or what they were used for but every time she answered one question he had ten more for her. Slowly but surely she made her way through each question. He soon grew tired of her and the items that were in her bag dwindled down to lint and some tissue. When there was no reason to keep her he dismissed her.

"Leave me now, I wish to sleep." Atem waved her away after asking her questions for the last couple of hours. She pulled herself up from the stone bench that she had been sitting on. She reached up into the air to stretch out her stiff muscles. "Leave!" Atem roared.

Elvis quickly complied. She was at the door in a flash. She pounded on the door with his fists. It wasn't loud enough. The guards did not answer.

"Let me out! Please!" She begged through the stone door. She heard a sharp voice on the other side of the door that ordered the guards to do so. The guards moved into action. The door slid slowly open. Elvis, being impatient, squeezed through as soon as she could. The guards began to shut the door once more.

"Glad to see you had a good time." Seth mocked. There he was standing in front of her. She wondered if he had stayed the whole time she was in there with Atem. He had a very unfriendly look about him. He also looked very tired.

"Not really." Elvis said. But that was the last straw. The High Priest took her by her arm, thankfully not the same one from earlier because it was still sore. He then brought her down the hall and away from the listening ears of the pharaohs guards. He pulled her into a small indent in the hallway.

"I know you are up to something. You may have the Pharaoh tricked with your sorcery but it will not work on me! I am a Sorcerer of sorts as well! I have my eyes on you!" he hissed at her. Elvis stepped back. He was being really scary at the moment. His blue eyes shown with such hatred that she had never seen before in anybody. He stepped closer to fill the space. Elvis hit the back wall. She looked over her shoulder. Sure enough there was a wall and now the pharaohs servant was hovering over her. "Don't think you can get away. If you run I will hunt you down!" Elvis pushed herself against the wall as much as she could. Seth's face was inches away from hers. He held up the rod that he was always caring and it began to glow. "I do have the power to kill you."

Elvis believed him. She did not want to mess with this man again. She slid herself against the wall and around the corner. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her away from him. He didn't fallow her, he knew she would not leave now. Seth had her right where he wanted her. This woman could not hurt the Pharaoh now. He would be watching at all times making sure of that. Now he just needed to figure out how he was going to do that. He walked back to his own room to think it out and get some rest..

Elvis had run back toward the kitchens but had made a wrong turn. She still did not know her way around. She came to the edge of some very steep stairs. It gave her a view of the courtyard. It was surrounded by pillars that held up the Pharaoh's means of shade. A pond laid in the center of the courtyard.

"Lost again! This is getting ridiculous! This place needs a map!" Elvis complained to herself. Or so she thought. Behind her was a figure hidden by the shadows. One that she had seen once before.

"Why is it every time I see you, you are talking to yourself?" Elvis pivoted on her heel. Red eyes met her green ones. It was the same man as before, or at least she thought it was. Last time she wasn't able to see his features. But the voice was the same. Elvis was almost sure it was him.

"I wasn't talking to myself!"

"So you are a liar. I know you were just talking, and because you weren't talking to me, you must have been talking to yourself." His voice was deep but smooth, like the flat side of a knife, but still deadly none the less. Elvis shivered from the cruelty in his voice.

"No... I...I was voicing my opinion." Elvis countered.

"Is that so?"

"Yes.." Elvis said with a shaky voice. The figure was stepping toward he at the moment. First a sandaled foot slid from the shadows and then his well muscled arm. He had gold cuffs on his upper arm. He wore white pants and a red coat. His hair was bleach white. Elvis's mouth dropped open. In his hand was yet another bag of what she assumed was the Pharaoh's gold. But that wasn't what she was worried about. In this strangers other hand was a dagger, and it wasn't clean. Warm blood dripped from its tip. Elvis froze in fear.

"You are different, not like the other girls at all. They all would have run by now," Well they most likely did not freeze from fear like Elvis was doing right now. But Elvis was wearing her emotions on her sleeves and Bakura was free to read them. "and would have had a knife in their back. You are other very wise or very scared. And for some reason I think it is the later of the too." He was right on top of her now.

He continued. "Now there is a little problem with you not keeping you mouth shut. It was harder to day to get what I wanted. As you can see." He held up his knife. "Poor fool, he though he could actually defeat me. What was it he said? Oh yes, In the name of my Pharaoh I will conquer you. Ha, I would like to see the day when someone captures the Great thief Bakura!"

Elvis's eyes stayed on the knife.

"Now despite our differences I find you entertaining, especially with that worthless hog they call a priest. I will keep you alive for now, but make that mistake again, and my knife will be wearing your blood!" Bakura held the knife against her cheek. The dead man's blood felt wet and sticky against her skin.

Somebody must have found the body of whoever had challenged Bakura. Shouts were heard from every direction. Footsteps echoed across the great palace and an alarm was sounded. Somewhere in the palace a horn was blown calling all guards to action. Bakura looked up when he heard this. He smiled coldly and then looked back at the frightened Elvis.

"Remember my pet. You must keep quit or it could cost you your life." He smiled. And took a step back. In doing so, he cut her chin with his blade. Elvis's hands reached up to cover the cut and stop the bleeding. He smiled turned to a smirk. "Till next time." he turned and ran off. Elvis stayed where she was, she was still to scared to move. Blood now trickled between her fingers.

The footsteps finally reached Elvis. Mahaado was leading the group of warriors. Blood stained his tan clothing. He looked around until the other group of warriors met him from the other way.

"Did you find him?" Mahaado asked the leading soldier on the other side.

"No, I am afraid not."

"The Pharaoh will be upset. Continue to search. Double the watch as well. We will take no more chances. No guard will be on his own. Go now and do as I tell you." Mahaado ordered. The man nodded and then went on his way with the other soldiers. Mahaado turned to those that he had been leading. "Go on and continue the search as well. I will meet up with you soon." The young men also turned and left.

Mahaado turned to Elvis. He looked at the blood on her hand.

"He got to you as well?" Elvis did not answer. "Oh I understand, he has already threatened you." Mahaado walked up to Elvis and pulled away her hand. The air stung at her wound. The soldier looked very closely at the cut. Elvis concluded that no one in ancient Egypt knew what personal space was and decided she would have to get use to it. But Elvis prepared herself for the next part of conversation. She knew that Mahaado would ask what she had seen. When she would deny him an answer he would force it from her and would then take her with him to the Pharaoh.

"Hurry and you can beat the eyes of the Pharaoh and his Priests." Elvis did not understand what Mahaado was doing. "You truly are a fool! Leave before the High Priest accuses you of this mans death! Go!"

Elvis could not be more relieved. She nodded in thanks and took off. She ran until she came to the kitchen doors. She entered. Elvis felt for the first time that she had someone on her side, a friend. She would have to repay Mahaado for the kindness he had shown.

Now done to business. Elvis had to clean this cut! Another man's blood had been on it! She went to a basin of water and started to scrub the wound. It stung but that did not stop her. She rubbed until the water was pink from her blood.

"What happened to you?" The large woman that had been forced to take Elvis before was now standing beside her.

"I was coming back from the Pharaoh's. the guards were yelling about something and had their swords drawn. When they ran by, one of them nicked me." Elvis lied. The woman believed and then turned.

"Well you are needed now. The Pharaohs dinner won't make it's self not to mention we all have to eat! Get to a fire and start cooking. And if you want that cut to heal faster, use palm oil from up in the cabinet. It will keep away the scar." The woman returned to her work at another fire.

"Wait.. um... what do I call you?" The woman turned to Elvis.

"You can call me Nara." She then gave a small smile, quickly fallowed by a sour look that said, why did you distract me from my work? She turned back to the fire. Elvis then looked at her place and started to cook.

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed, this was my longest chapter ever, I was hoping for more reviews but I guess we can't all strike gold on our first time. Bummer. Well let me know what you thought please. I will update as soon as I can.

Purple-dragon-123: Yep he sent her back to the past, but I am sorry, you won't find out why she is there for a while. It is sorta like the whole plot. Glad you liked it though.

Starinthenight: Thank you for your undying support. I will continue, promise.

Otaku22: I showed him again, tell me what you think about him in this chapter I am really interested! I hope you liked it! I have yet to see chapter 10 up for Forbidden temptations and I know I sent it to you a while ago-.-. But you know I luv ya! Thank you for the review.