A/N : Hello All! So... i'm not sure if this chapter moves a little too quickly, but I'll let you guys be the judge of that! I hope you enjoy this Chapter, but i needed something to get on with the plot! Anyhow, please enjoy! Xx

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Chapter Five

Hina hated working in the 'castle'. It was a tedious and boring task, but that wasn't what irritated her the most. It was the fact she was working for that Bastard, Bakura. He had taken everything important from her, and yet she was forced to tidy his mess. Hina grumbled to herself as she scrubbed the filth from the wooden floors of the throne room. She cringed as she noticed the familiar stain of blood tinting the wood. She gritted her teeth, making note she would destroy the man who'd destroyed the world. She would free everyone from this man's hideous reign. As she straightened her back, sitting on her heels, she dunked the sponge back into her bucket and gazed around at the few other people in the room. There were four of the so called workers, scrubbing away at the floors. The room was huge, meaning it would take a hideously long time to clean, yet they'd have to do it all over again tomorrow. There were six pillars stretching up to the curved ceiling, the pillars each tiled with gold, bronze and royal blue all identical to each other. There was a fifth man, polishing an eccentric golden throne. Hina scowled and was about to get back to work when she felt a sudden searing pain across her stomach, forcing her to double up in pain. Someone had just kicked her in her belly. She gritted her teeth, gasping for breath.

"Work!" A voice ordered cruelly. Hina turned around and met the eyes of the one person she hated above all else. Bakura. She bit back a retort or retaliation and began to scrub at the floor.

"Lost your fight?" He asked her with a sneer. Hina grimaced and continued in silence, refusing to hit back. She felt him grab her pony tail and yank her head back from the floor, forcing her face up. She scowled but said nothing, trying to ignore the burning on her scalp.

"It seems you were only stronger around your friend. Pathetic," He laughed. Hina felt her anger bubbling to the surface and tried to fight against it. She couldn't lose her temper, she just couldn't.

He seemed to realise he was getting to her as his sneer broadened.

"Do you want to know how he died?" He asked, his eyes glinting. Hina very nearly lost control. Her hands began to tremble and her whole body shook as she held back a tidal wave of fury.

"How he begged for death?" He continued, grinning harshly. Hina clenched her fists as she began to boil. He felt his amusement at seeing her struggle to keep her emotions in check. He leant in closer, his eyes glinting.

"How I ordered them to slit his throat." He whispered softly to her.

Hina lost control. She screamed out in fury, throwing herself towards the man, her fist flying toward that smug face. She would tear him limb from limb with her bare hands if she had to. She would kill him. He laughed loudly, catching her wrists before she could even make contact. She glared up into his face, her expression showing her pure rage. He could see the intent to kill in her and it amused him knowing she hadn't the power to do anything about it.

"I will spill your blood!" She spat, her whole body shaking with rage as she fought against him with all her might. He was a lot stronger than he looked. He smirked at her, wrenching her arms above her head, almost pulling her off her feet. Pain seared across her blue eyes, but she made no noise.

"Amusing." He commented, before throwing her away from him. Guards caught her instantly.

"My King?" one of them spoke, his hands digging into Hina's skin.

"Confinement." The king spoke sitting down in his recently polished throne. Hina gritted her teeth as she was dragged out of the room, Bakura watching her as she went.

Hina was taken along the finely decorated corridor and through several extravagant archways before she was dragged down a set of stone stairs. The corridor she now found herself pulled along was damp and cold, certainly nothing like the luxury above. She didn't have to pay attention to realise she was underground. She felt her feet dragging along the rough surface behind her. She closed her eyes, fighting against the tears. Osamu, he should never have met an end like that. She heard the guards open a heavy door and felt herself been flung inside. She hit the wall and felt pain ricochet around her body. She gazed up and saw the two men, dressed in strange armour, close the heavy wooden door, closing out any light. Instantly, Hina curled up in the corner of the tiny empty room. She sniffed. It was cold and she shivered, wrapping her arms around her.

"I swear I will kill him." She whispered, trying to force back a flow of tears. The silence pressed in around her. She leaned her head back against the uneven wall.

"Who?" a voice suddenly whispered. Hina nearly screamed. She hadn't expected to hear another voice in the silence of her prison. She felt her heart hammering away and jumped to her feet, startled. She tried to find the source of the voice in the torturous dark.

"Here," The voice whispered again. Hina searched along the wall, running her hands over the uneven stones that together made the wall. She felt a gap in the stones. She ran her fingers over it and felt flesh. She yelped, surprised as a hand touched hers.

"I'm s…sorry," she whispered, embarrassed by her silly reaction. The fingers holding hers did not let go. She could feel they were frail and cold. It saddened her knowing anyone could be kept in such hideous condition.

"I'm sorry, I haven't felt another person's skin in a long time," The voice whispered in a hoarse tone. Hina felt her heart sadden for this person who was sat in the cell next to hers.

"I'm Hina," She introduced herself.

"I…I can't remember… my name… not anymore," The voice replied. Hina couldn't tell if it was a boy or girls voice from the hoarse tone, but she could sense the hint of an accent under the pain.

"How long have you been down here?" Hina asked

"Since…since I failed, we failed…" the person replied, "I… sometimes… they turn the light on, two hours a day… that's the worst… I can see… I'm reminded how we lost…" the voice spoke.

"You lost?" Hina asked, not understanding what this person was speaking of at all. What had they lost at? The person had been hidden away in the darkness for a long time; it was evident in their sound of mind. The fingers touching hers let go suddenly.

"If you can… kill him… he don't deserve… The king… he needs to suffer!" The voice spoke stronger, the accent showing through brighter now. The voice fell silent then and Hina thought she could hear the gentle snoring through the gap in the wall.

In the darkness, Hina had slept badly. Her dreams were of darkness and terror, feeling fear at everything. When she did wake up in the morning, she had a crick in her neck and a pounding headache. As she sat in the dark, she tried to remember her dream. There had been buildings, tall and unbroken. It had been a normal day or at least normal for back then. There had been people walking along the street, business men in suits with briefcases and mothers pushing prams along, women dressed for work, and then everything had erupted in death and destruction, the whole world torn apart in a fiery blaze, screams everywhere. Hina rubbed her eyes trying to rid the images of destruction from her mind. It had been a dream, nothing more, at least that's what she tried to tell herself. It was sometime after lunch time when Hina was let out of the dark prison. It hurt her eyes to suddenly be brought out into the light, but she tried not to show it. She didn't want to show weakness. She was escorted back to the slave quarters and left alone. Hina quickly washed up, splashing water onto her face from a dirty stone basin. She found the cold water refreshing and enjoyed the wake up. She had just walked back to her bed, one of the many identical bunk beds in the small cramped room, when a woman entered the room. Hina had been alone in the room, so looked around curiously. The woman who'd entered was known as Matron. She was in charge around here and every one of the captured souls respected her. She was an elderly woman, with greying hair and dark eyes which held a lot of knowledge and wisdom. Hina nodded politely to her.

"Hina," the woman spoke orderly.

"Yes?" Hina asked, wondering what had brought the woman to her. The Matron's eyes saddened ever so slightly, causing Hina's stomach to dip. What had happened?

"The King has requested to see you," She spoke. Hina's eyes hardened. She turned away.

"No." She spoke, fearfully. She was afraid of what torture the man had in store for her disobedience; surely the day confinement had been enough?

"He has demanded your presence." The Matron continued as if Hina hadn't refused. Hina shook her head. She couldn't go to him. She couldn't look into the eyes of the man that had ordered her best friend's death.

"You'll have to drag me there." Hina replied stubbornly.

Despite himself, Bakura couldn't get the girl out of his head. She was a scrawny thing, pathetic and weak, but he found her defiance amusing. Not only amusing but… intriguing. In his ten years of reigning over this land, even before that, thousands of years ago, he'd never found himself intrigued about someone before. She was powerless to him, she couldn't win and yet she still fought against him, knowing pain was all she'd achieve for herself. He'd had defiant slaves before, disobedient prisoners, but they'd quickly fallen in line. He'd very easily broken their spirits, but not this one. No, she was different. The girl who helped the man in the mask was a strong willed as the Pharaoh had been. He growled suddenly, annoyed he'd spoken of that man, that fallen enemy. He had fallen, and so would this girl. He wanted to test her… to see how far he could push her till she broke. He wasn't sure how yet, but he was King, ruler of the shadows and bringer of Zorc. He would come up with something.