Royals and Thieves

By Youkiyra Solar alias Krystal Fox

Krystal Fox: Let the story begin! Nothing of Yu-Gi-Oh Belongs to me it is all the creators of Yu-Gi-Oh to whom the original characters belong

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Chapter 8 To Kill or not to Kill

Chaos was furious, he hid the reason why but kept an extra eye fixed on the young lady that was following Yami's troupe away from the war house of the council. Even though any male eye would turn as she walked by he had a hate for her that was beyond even enemies it would mean death if Yami hadn't been there for to constrain him from killing. NO one ever was to wound him without a fair battle.

Hate filled his mind all he could think of was getting off this blasted horse and strangulating her. That was exactly what she was thinking about him.

Yet they soon would have a chance to turn out differently than they expected.

Yami Atemu had looked acouple times back at Chaos and had seen him glaring with death threats at someone in the crowd he sighed deeply and continued on. Chaos was being so unreasonable and he expected that it had something to do with that white scar that was down his face. Something to do with that scar was causing all this unneeded anger.

Bakura was secretly conversing with the slave girl and her cohorts, they were planning a very sneaky way of escape. Bakura would go along with Media till the last moment, because it seemed that most of the soldiers that Media had were not his own soldiers but soldiers that he was holding under threat of killing their prince. So the girls were also coming along for Media's pleasure, they would be without their chains and all would work well except that this plan would have to happen when they were within eyes of the enemies armies and seemed to be charging, what he was afraid of was that it would be Yami's armies that he would be attacking. And he couldn't control what would happen after that.

Media took Bakura and his slave girls and traveled west to attack Yami, he set up camp within an area of 30 miles of Yami's camp, He did not know the conspiracy that was going on within is own camp.

Bakura taken by the slave girls was brought to an exit after the evenings "lessons" in the soldiers quarters. (Torture) The girls cared for his wounds and then secretly gathered food and a knife for him to protect himself with also with bandages for his wounds. Bakura thanked the girls and headed out into the desert.

But in the direction his feet took him was not the way he wanted to go towards Yami's camp.

Media smiled he thought everything was going his way, Bakura was doing things his way, Yami was falling into his trap and soon he would have an out of control curse doing the job that he himself would NEVER do. All was well for him.

He was within 10 miles of Egypt and the curse was pulling him closer, no matter what he did his feet would not obey him. They kept going closer and closer to Yami's camp. The night before Yami had set up war camp and had successfully defeated Media's men a thousand fold and were just waiting for the next attack.

Bakura cursed himself and pleaded with Ra to send someone to stop him from doing this dreadful deed.

As he went over the next dune he saw Yami's camp and to his horror Yami himself walking with Chaos in front of his tent.

"Chaos what is wrong with you? You have been acting like a god has cursed you and is going to destroy you at any moment. What happened to cause this? And especially why do you have a scar on your face?"

Chaos shrugged and went standing towards the dessert in the corner of his eye he saw the woman standing in the shadows hiding from him.

Krystal Fox: I know this is an extremely short chapter, but because I have not updated it in so long a time I decided a short chapter was better than no chapter. Plus I have a major test coming up that I have to study for so don't worry I have not forgotten this story. It is one of my more complicated and exciting stories.