Chapter 3

Training:

Avila walked into the hallway where Bakura sat, leaning against the wall. Avila studied the legendary thief king and almost laughed. He didn't look scary. If anything he was more attractive then gruesome. His silvery, white hair fell in his face, shielding his dark, ember eyes. His skin was a deep copper color and his body was lean and muscled.

Avila walked into the small area where she cooked. Baskets of dried fish and meat sat in one corner along with the vegetables and fruit. "Are you hungry?" Avila called to Bakura as she dug into the dried meat basket. Avila didn't have to look up to know Bakura was hovering over her shoulder.

She held a piece of dried fish out to Bakura. He went to reach for it but she pulled it away. "I want something from you…" She said quickly as she heard him give a low growl.

"What do you want?" he said breaking into a smile. His eyes lowered to her body and studied every curve and angle. She glared at him and gripped the fish.

"No! I want you to train me with a sword…I need to protect me and my brother. You made it very apparent that I couldn't fend for myself."

Bakura watched her with glittering eyes.

"So, you want me to train you in combat? And if I do, you'll feed me…Fish?" That's when he threw his head back and roared with laughter.

Avila jumped to her feet. Her face was flamed with anger.

"I didn't have to bring you here! I could have just forgotten about you saving me!"

Bakura stopped laughing and stared at her.

"That's not very nice." He reached for her hand and grabbed the fish. He smiled at her as he bit into the dried, salty fish.

"Eat, then meet me outside." And with that he spun around and headed out the door.

Avila boiled some water and tossed the herbal medicine into it, causing the water to turn a dark green. She nodded in approval and dished some out and placed it into a wooden cup. The heat from the cup warmed her hands and she slowly carried it to Maku's room. She kneeled down in front of his cot and blew on it.

"Maku, Wake. I have your medicine. You have to drink it." She whispered while nudging him with her free hand.

Maku opened one eye and stared up at his sister.

"Medicine? Will I be better soon?"

Avila smiled for the first time in months and helped sit him up.

"It's a little hot. Be careful." She said while rubbing his small little face. He weakly took a sip then another before lying back down.

"You should drink more Maku…you want to get better don't you?" she asked looking down into the still full cup. Maku slowly closed his eyes ignoring his sister. Avila let out a long sigh.

"At least you had some of it." She placed the cup down and pushed herself up off her knees. She turned towards the door. She paused a moment then stepped through the main door frame.

Bakura waited for her, down a dark deserted alley way, holding two swords. Avila eyed the jeweled blades with interest. Bakura laughed and threw the blade in her direction. She jumped from it, afraid of its sharpness. Bakura just shook his head.

"You're supposed to catch it." He said in a mocking tone. Avila shot him a dirty look then bent over to pick it up.

"Now…your first lesson in combat. Never underestimate your opponent." He readied his blade in front of him and smiled."He may look dumb, but that doesn't mean he is." Avila stored the new information in her mind and brought the blade up.

"Next, never look away from your opponent, you must always watch them. Watch every move they make. Whether it is their eyes or hands. You can read a man by his eyes."

Avila nodded, confirming she had heard his lecture.

"Now, come at me." He said with a smile. Avila watched his eyes, like he had said. She lunged at him but he dodged her blow.

"Come on now, little one. You can do better then that." He said teasingly. Avila gritted her teeth and lunged at him again. This time his blade met her's and pushed her back.

"Another lesson, keep your feet firmly into the ground…you don't want to lose your balance while fighting. You'll end up on your back, dead."

Avila jumped to her feet and this time Bakura came towards her. He raised his blade above his head and brought it down. Avila brought her own sword up to meet his. But his blow was to powerful for her, sending her sword flying through the air.

Bakura watched as the sword fell with a clatter to the floor.

"We need to build up your arms."

Avila felt as if her arms were going to tear off. Bakura leaned against the wall watching her move the sword up and down repeatedly.

She gave a low moan as she slowly brought it up with difficulty. "Don't worry; we have all night to do this." Bakura said with a laugh. Avila shot him another dirty look then returned to her task. Bakura just laughed as he watched her struggle.

Finally she dropped the blade and fell down with it. "I can't do it any more. I've been doing it for two hours now, I need some rest."

Bakura pushed away from the wall and grabbed the golden sword. "I don't think so, now, do some push ups."

Avila groaned as she brushed the back of her hand across her sweaty forehead. "Must I do it today? Can't we wait till later?" she asked as she tried to stand.

"No, you must do it now. I never said training would be easy. Now get to those push ups. One hundred of them." Avila groaned and fell face first into the sand.

Bakura watched as Avila's body pumped up and down. He watched as she struggled and groaned from the pain.

After about twenty of them she finally collapsed with a moan. Bakura studied the motionless girl then finally walked towards her. He looked up to the sky and nodded when he notice the sun was setting.

"You've had enough for today." And with that he bent over and swooped her into his arms. She gave a small moan of protest and stiffened in his arms.

"Relax!" He said while carrying her towards the small clay hut.

He pushed the wooden door open and looked around the room. 'Where does she sleep? There's only one bedroom and her brother sleeps there.'

That's when he noticed a small cot in the corner. He placed her down and covered her body with a small woolen blanket.

Avila felt warm hands rack up her body and touch her skin. She moaned as it massaged her thighs. 'A dream?' she thought in her half drowsy state of mine. She ignored it and drifted back into a deep sleep.

Avila woke to warmth against her skin. She sighed and snuggled into it, not wanting to get up just yet. She snuggled further into the warmth and gave another sigh of content.

A finger traced along her jaw line, then up her cheek. She shivered and leaned into the hand that was causing her such pleasure. The Hand gripped her chin and pushed it upwards. Avila grabbed at the hand that held her chin and slightly opened her eyes.

"Maku…" She whispered.

Her eyes focused on the blurry person above her. She gave a slight gasp as she stared into the brown eyes of Bakura.

"Hello princess, did you sleep well?" He asked with a laugh.

Avila jumped up with a scream, Bakura lay beside her wearing nothing but pants, and she wore only her tunic.

"What did you do to ME?" She yelled while pushing him away. Bakura laughed evilly as he watched her look for her pants.

"Nothing, yet." He said with a glint in his eyes.

Avila's face turned a bright red. "How dare you!" She shouted

"Have I ever told you that you have a wonderful body?"

Avila screamed once again but this time smacked him across the face. His reflexes were fast like lightning and he was on her in a second.

"You hit me!" he said with laughter. "No female has ever hit me before." He pushed her hands into the clay wall with one of his own and the other he traced down her cheek.

"Get your hands off of me!" She shouted, and with that she brought her knee up to his golden area. He gasped and fell backwards clutching his family jewels.

"MY BALLS!" He yelled

After he recovered he jumped on Avila again, this time punching her in the shoulder. She gritted her teeth at the pain and punched him back. "Bastard!" She yelled

"Bitch!" he shot back

They tumbled on the floor, biting, punching, smacking and scratching at each other. Finally Bakura pinned Avila down. She growled at him, baring her teeth.

"Relax my green eyed thief, your still a virgin." He said while panting. Avila shot him a deadly glare. "Then why were my pants missing?" She asked angry

He gave her a smirk. "I simply just wanted to touch."

Avila let out another gut wrenching scream and tried to wiggle him off her.

"I highly recommend you don't do that, if you plan on staying a virgin." He said in a rough voice. And with that he pushed himself off of her. He wiped at his cheek and laughed when he saw the blood on his hand.

"And a female has never tackled me before!"

Ok! My third chapter! Enjoy…I know I Did!

Bakura: Damn…so close to getting Laid!

Yunie: Well…you know…I'm always up for grabs.

Bakura: Got a whip?

Yunie: You Betcha!

Bakura: Count me in!