Ok, I've changed my rating like you suggested...you had a point Cataracta...anyways...

I'm all calm now since I took my meds...happy cataracta? ... (Begins to twitch) Damn! I want my Caffeine Pills!

Chapter 12

Caught:

Bakura rose from his seat, uncertain as to what he should do. He didn't want to strike her for dancing around half naked, but he didn't want to show any weakness in front of his followers. He cursed under his breath.

"Damn you Avila for putting me in this spot!" he muttered.

Josana arched a brow and reached for his hand.

"Steady my love...you look as if you're about to take off her head...not that I wouldn't mind."

"She's doing this on purpose."

"How would you know?" Josana purred while stroking his arm.

"It's her revenge..."

Josana puckered her lips into a pout and turned his head to face her. "Forget about her...she's merely trying to play games with you, like your some little child. You don't need little girls Bakura, you need woman."

He pushed her hand off his arm and stepped away from her side.

"Excuse me..."

"I wasn't jealous before, now I am...know this Bakura, I will have you before you leave."

"I highly doubt it."

"I swear to Ra I will." she said, a determined look in her eyes. He walked away from the fuming Josana. Avila saw him, and stopped midstride. She stood poised and still as he approached.

He reached her and stripped the painted linen mask from her face. Her eyes burned as they touched his.

"So, I'm found out am I? And I was having so much fun too..." her lashes brushed against her cheek and she gave a sigh. "I meant to finish the story."

"Avila, I'm sorely tempted to strike you senseless."

"How rude!" She retorted, her eyes alive with green fire. "It was such a great story, and had an ending you would have loved!" a sly smile broke over her face.

"Pray do tell what this ending was?"

Avila's smile grew bigger. "Why, in the end, the thief was castrated by his lover...the one that looked like a boy."

Bakura gritted his teeth in frustration. He couldn't let her talk to him like this, not in front of his men.

"Why are you dressed like a slut?" he asked, trying to cool his temper.

"I'm better dressed then Kuni over there." And she pointed to the half dressed dancer who was spinning around a group of men.

"WHAT!" Malik roared. Kuni just smiled and began to twirl. Bakura began to laugh, but then was instantly reminded of his followers.

"Come with me..." he said turning Avila around.

"I'm not done with my dancing yet!" She screeched while pulling away from his grasp. He turned dark brown orbs on her and gritted his teeth.

"You ever dance half naked before another man besides me again, and I'll kill him. You will never know another mans touch, only my own. You, my dear, belong to me." and with that he bent over and swooped her into his arms. She smiled at his words.

"The same goes for you Bakura, no other woman may touch or look at you. Understood?"

Bakura smiled. "You're jealous." He stated.

Avila turned her face away from his. "Am not!" She protested. Bakura tossed his head back and began to laugh.

"You can put me down now." Avila grumbled as he continued to laugh at her.

"No, I like holding you close to me..." he dug his head into her neck and heaved a sigh as he breathed in her scent of strawberries.

"Where are we going?" She whispered as a shiver ran down her spine.

"Down by the Nile." he replied, still digging his head into her neck.

"Why?" She asked, trying to move away from him.

He smiled wickedly. "Because no one will hear you scream there."

She stopped trying to tug free from him. "Bakura! You have no right to make threats! I'm the only one who should be mad!"

Bakura chuckled evilly. "I beg to differ, you just flaunted what is mine in front of dozens of men, and oh I have a right to be mad alright." She began to twist in his arms, but he held firmly. "Stop it; I don't want to drop you." He smiled wickedly.

"Ha! It would be nothing to me, just a bump."

"But if you…"

"You make it sound like a life or death matter."

"It is, for my child you may very well be carrying."

Avila's face flushed and she punched him in the shoulder. "That was just a joke and an alibi!" Bakura smiled and winked at her. "Doesn't mean you still can't be carrying my child."

The trail began to curve as he carried her down it. They came to the river, with the full globe of the moon playing upon it. Bakura placed her down on her feet then wiped her around so she faced him.

He caught both her hands, lacing his fingers with hers, and pinning them behind her back.

"Never will another man touch you, not like I touch you. You will never feel the warmth of another mans hand against your flesh...understood?" he whispered into her ear. She sighed happily and nodded her head.

His mouth fell on hers. They were hard, hungry, yet tender. He ravished her lips, plundered the depths of her mouth. Searched and tasted. At last he lifted his head and pulled away. He stepped back a little and pulled his tunic over his head, throwing it to the floor. He grinned at her evilly and slowly dropped her to the floor. He kneeled over her and began to lift her dress upwards.

"Bakura, we're in the wilderness..." She protested

"Last time it was in a cave." he responded

He tugged off his pants then kicked them aside. Her dress was instantly removed and he hovered over her. Avila smiled up at him, and then suddenly screamed as she looked over his shoulder. Bakura rolled away just in time, with Avila clutched to his body. Where they had lain, a spear thundered into the earth. Avila flew to her feet as he did, clutching his tunic to her body.

"Well, look here, the famous Bakura and a whore, both stark naked. Tonight is our lucky night!" One of the five men said. Avila searched around her and sighed when she found what she was looking for.

"We would love to sit and chat, but the Pharaoh has ordered that we disperse this little meeting of yours. He'll be delighted to know that we've caught the Thief King!"

Another of the men drew his sword and rushed towards Bakura. Bakura dived in a roll forward, leaping to his feet.

"Bakura!"

Avila was beside him suddenly thrusting his sword into his hand. Double handed he started forward, swinging at his enemies.

"Stay behind me Avila!" he shouted over his shoulder.

"I can..."

"You can't fight without a weapon!"

One of the men with a sword charged toward Bakura. Bakura sidestepped and brought his blade down. The sound of crunching flesh and bone was terrible. Bakura spun around, ready to met his next attacker, but no one was there. The other four men were gone, along with Avila.

Avila felt the warm hands grip her waist and toss her over the horse's rear. She gave a groan as she felt something rather large strike her in the head. Her eyes grew blurry, her vision clouded. The last sight she saw was Bakura swinging his sword at his attacker.

When she woke she lay on a wooden bench that sat in the dungeon. She jumped to her feet then gave a moan of protest. Her stomach churned and she felt as if she was going to puke, her head ached and her vision blurred.

She moved back towards the bench and fell into it. After a moment of rest she slowly attempted to stand up once again. When she accomplished that task she sighed and looked around her.

"Where Am I?" She whispered into the darkness. Her question was greeted by silence.

"Damn you Bakura! You need to work on your protecting skills!"

She sighed then began to pace the small amount of space she was offered. Her head began to ach once again and her stomach protested. She slowly made her way to the wooden bench and slouched on it.

"I'm giving you one day Bakura, and if you don't save me by then, I'll have your balls on a silver platter." She closed her eyes and slowly drifted to sleep.

Avila woke to footsteps. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up. "You, name yourself." A voice called out through the darkness. Avila gave a yawn then peered through the darkness.

"Let me go first then you can have my name."

The man chuckled lightly. "I'm afraid it doesn't work that way, what's your name."

Avila grinned. "I'm sorry, I don't remember. Someone thought it kind enough to hit me over my head."

Silence greeted her remark and she lay back down on the bench. "You will tell me your name this instant, if you do not wish to die a painful death."

Avila sighed; she didn't feel like dying so soon. "I'm Avila. I came from the Village Edfu…satisfied, or would you also like to know about my family history?"

The man chuckled and she heard the key in the lock turn. A smile broke over her face and she dashed for it.

"Come, Avila, the Pharaoh would like a word with you."

Sorry that's all you get for today! I'm tired and I have a social life to tend to. Ciao!