A/N: I swear things after this won't be good.

Chapter 6: The Truth Comes Out

Seth nudged his horse faster, following the Nile. They had parted ways to increase chances of finding their prince. He decided to follow the river; perhaps their prince swam back to land and was in one of the towns nearby.

Seeing nothing that could lead to Atemu's whereabouts, he turned around, ready to go back when he saw something on the ground, stopping him from his intentions. His eyes widened.

Atemu's cloak!

He took his cousin's cloak, seeing it torn and disheveled. There were small footprints on the ground leading to the town and he sighed in relief, inwardly pleased of himself. He knew now where his cousin was.

Boarding his horse, he rode back to where the party was resting with a triumphant smirk on his face as he showed his fellow trainees the cloak and indicated what town was near when he saw the cloak.

The party headed to the small town, surprising its people as they hid. Royals rarely go to the place and seeing them, they knew exactly that this was trouble.

Mahado went down of his horse and headed to the town plaza, asking people if they saw the prince. Seth soon followed him and asked another. But it seems that they didn't know who the prince was.

Isis suddenly called them, a man before her as if telling something.

"What is it, Isis?" Mahado asked.

"This man said he saw our prince," Isis answered. Seth eyed the man, scaring said man out of his wits.

"Well what are you waiting for? Speak," Seth said.

The man, scared for his life, started mumbling, "There w-was a p-person who e-entered t-the town just d-days ago. He h-had small cuts and was sitting on t-that tree," he said, pointing at the palm tree, "T-then he saved someone who stole my goods. He p-paid me t-thirty gold coins, sires," he added, handing them the now half-empty bag that Atemu gave him.

"That surely is one thing Atemu would do," Mahado said, listening to the man and assuring him that they will not send him to jail or something.

"Thank you," Isis added before handing the bag back to the man.

"Did you see where he went after that?" Seth suddenly asked.

The man shook his head, "No sire, but I was sure he left with the thief he saved," he answered.

"Atemu, you idiot!" Seth muttered. How could the other be so foolish? What was he thinking going with a lowly thief? It was beyond common sense, he knew how dangerous being outside of the palace is and now he's hanging out with a thief?

"Do you know the name of the thief?" Mahado asked.

The man fidgeted nervously, "H-he goes b-by the name of B-Bakura, sire," he answered. Isis smiled warmly at him, "Thank you once again, you may go now," she said. The man scrambled away.

"What do you think?" Mahado asked Seth.

"I think Atemu's common sense left him," Seth answered.

"This is not the time for you to reprimand him, Seth. He is missing and we must find him," Isis defended, "What if he went under another name?"

"Have the guards scatter across this town, if we're lucky, that Bakura could be hiding still somewhere," Seth answered before riding his horse.

"And where are you going?" Mahado asked suspiciously.

"I'll go look at the mountain nearby," was Seth's only answer before nudging his horse to move.

Mahado soon followed, "Tell the others I'm going after him, thank you Isis," he told Isis before following the former trainee.

Bakura wondered why the people were scared out of their wits and hiding, closing shops and shutting the doors. It was as if Anubis was after their tails. He smirked, well in this case, things would be easier, he thought.

Aoujii was still in the hideout, resting. He woke up earlier that morning but was too tired that Bakura forced him to stay and rest.

"You there!"

Bakura turned around to see a guard calling him.

"Yes?" he asked, with so many guards around, he couldn't risk any chance of attacking this one.

The guard walked towards him, "Have you seen the Crown Prince?" he demanded. Bakura shrugged, "No crown princes here. No one enters this town except the civilians," he answered.

"Tell me, is your name Bakura?"

Bakura turned around, meeting eye-to-eye a bald tall person.

"Who wants to know?" he asked, inwardly surprised. How did the person know?

"We received reports that you have seen our crown prince. Where is he?" Shadi asked, knowing that telling the other straight to the face would lead to nothing.

"Ask somebody else. I told you I haven't seen your spoiled brat," he answered and walked away.

The Crown Prince was missing? He smirked evilly, if said prince was in the town all along then he could easily get his revenge on the pharaoh. Oh yes, how nice a revenge it is. Now how to find him?

Before he knew it, the guards had blocked his path and he was caught.

"What did I do? I tell the truth, I haven't seen your brat!" he demanded.

Then out of nowhere, a woman appeared beside Shadi and Karim, with her was the man she talked to earlier.

"Tell me, kind sir, are you the one who stole this man's goods days ago?" Isis asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bakura lied. This was definitely trouble. Where was Aoujii when he needed him?

"He is the one! He was the one who stole my goods, sires!" the man however argued.

'Damn,' Bakura thought.

"Then you have seen our prince?" Karim asked.

"I told you I haven't! What are you? Deaf?" Bakura defended.

Isis then presented a bag of coins.

"Then you are denying the fact that our prince paid thirty gold coins for the stuff you stole?" Isis asked.

What the –!

"T-the P-prince?" Bakura asked in surprise.

So Aoujii was really the prince? He was shedding part of his life to the prince? He was lusting after the fucking son of the very person who ordered for his family, everyone he knew to be killed?

This isn't good.

"We parted ways. He said he had to go to Memphis. I never saw him after that, as if I care," he lied, seeing the three priests-in-training's surprised gazes.

"If he didn't hide his name then I would have escorted him," he answered.

Pleased with himself at the others' lack of response, he smirked. "Well, I would love to chat with you all day but sadly I cannot. Good luck on finding your brat," he said sarcastically before making a run out of it.

All those times he was taking care of the prince? No wonder the other didn't want to steal those goods. It all made sense except for the part why he didn't want to kill the prince.

He smirked evilly to himself, "If I can't kill him, oh well, there's a lot of things I could do to him anyway," he said to himself before heading straight to his hideout.

(A/N: Oh man, this won't be good…)

Atemu woke up and stood groggily. He was still tired and his wound wasn't helping either. Where was Bakura anyway?

He headed outside, only to have the only path blocked. Bakura leaned on the doorframe with an evil gleam in his eyes, all the rest forgotten.

"Where are you going, Aoujii?" Bakura asked slyly.

Atemu, taken aback by the gleam in the other's eyes, took a step backward. "I… I was heading outside to look for you," he answered.

"And why is that?" Bakura asked again, taking a step forward. Atemu took another step backward, falling on the bed. Why was Bakura acting so strange? What's going on?

He never got the chance to answer though because before he knew it, the other had straddled his waist and pinned his hands on top of his head.

"B-Bakura… w-what's g-going on?" he asked, scared.

"Nothing, why?" Bakura asked, nuzzling the other's neck, trailing down kisses.

Atemu didn't know what to do. He was confused beyond words. Why was Bakura acting that way? He gasped realizing the other had bit a part of his skin and was lapping at it.

Bakura tasted blood and licked it before trailing downwards, removing the other's clothes as Atemu struggled from his grasp.

"Bakura… l-let me g-go!" Atemu demanded, struggling to free himself. But the thief was stronger than him and had caught the wrist that escaped his grasp.

"Or else what? Report me to your priests?" Bakura asked, his lust ever growing at the sight of the squirming body beneath him.

"What?" Atemu answered in surprise. How did Bakura know?

But he never received an answer since Bakura had captured his lips in a brutal kiss. Bakura bit the other's lower lip, tasting the blood. Even the blood was delicious!

Atemu gasped, realizing that Bakura had bitten his lip, although he gave Bakura the opportunity to slip his tongue in, exploring the warm cavern inside. Atemu bit the other's tongue and Bakura abruptly broke the kiss.

"You bit me!" Bakura hissed.

Atemu was confused beyond words. Where was the old Bakura? What's going on? Before he knew it, a palm met his cheek and realization dawned over him.

Bakura was all the while a tomb robber, a bad guy, someone who could have worked for the rebels if he had the chance. And here he was, beneath this guy, confused and not knowing what to do.

Bakura growled at the other before ripping the other's clothes and bounded Atemu's hands above him. Relishing the sight beneath him, his hands trailed lower until it met the prince's virgin member. He grasped it, eliciting a gasp from Atemu.

"B-Bakura… s-stop! P-please s-top!" Atemu choked back a sob, his eyes brimming with tears. How could he be so stupid? He knew now what the other's intentions were and he was so foolish he fell into the trap. How could Bakura fool him? After saving him days ago, Bakura would just kill him now? How can Bakura do that?

He cried out when the other took his member into his mouth and began sucking hard. He closed his eyes, he couldn't believe this was happening. Moments later, he arched and cried out. Bakura drank his release before whispering in his ear, "You taste good, prince."

Atemu struggled but Bakura kept him down. Placing two firm hands on Atemu's hips, Bakura positioned himself on top of Atemu's member, seeing the other's tears.

'I'm sorry, Aoujii,' he thought before plunging in.

Atemu cried out in enormous pain. Bakura didn't wait for the other to adjust and took his member out and then back in. Atemu couldn't take it anymore and he struggled.

"P-please… s-stop! S-stop!" Atemu pleaded, his voice breaking as sobs wrecked his body. Bakura soon released inside of him and pulled out as he looked for his clothes. He threw a rag at Atemu who was still sobbing, blood all over the mat. Bakura couldn't look at the other so he turned away and headed for the door.

"Clean yourself, we're through," Bakura said before leaving the other.

Atemu was sobbing, his body crying out in pain, especially his lower regions. He cried in pain as he tried to reach for the rag but fell back to the mattress.

He closed his eyes and tried to recollect himself. An hour later, he rose, ignoring his body's protests as he made his way outside, wincing at every movement he make. He headed for the river, disgusted at himself. His vision was swaying; everything was blurry. He could just die there, no one would find him and he was safe from Bakura. Bakura would never hurt him then.

He took a deep breath before he allowed darkness consume him and he fell.

"Atemu!"

Seth nudged his horse to run faster at the sight of his cousin falling to the ground. He ran to his cousin, surprised to see the prince so pale. His body was bruised all over and there was a huge mark on his face. Seth gathered his cousin into his arms and carried him back to his horse.

"Atemu, is he –"

Mahado gasped in surprise at the sight of his prince.

"Who did this?" Mahado demanded.

Seth shook his head, "We have to get him back to the palace as soon as possible," he answered. Something was telling him that he knew who exactly was responsible for his cousin's state right now. He growled.

A/N: Oh my. Bakura is so cruel! I can't believe I did that to Atemu! (Me: sobs) Don't forget to review!