Chapter 6

The minute Sanura walked in their room, she could tell that something was wrong.

"Bakura, where's Hasani?" Sanura asked nervously.

He's next door. Isis thought that he would be safer if he were separated from us. It would confuse any attacker." Bakura explained taking his wife into his arms.

"So, what did Ria want with you?" He asked.

"You know her name?" She looked up at him.

"Well, yes. She was a well-known thief before she was caught. The sad part is that the Pharaoh fell in love with her and spared her any punishment. So, she eventually fell in love as well." Bakura continued. "So, what did you two talk about?"

"Well, she wanted to know about me…and you?" Sanura smiled.

"What about me?" Bakura kissed her forehead.

"She…uh…wanted to know if you were good in bed…" Sanura blushed.

"Really? And what did you say?" Bakura smirked.

She blushed and looked away. "That you were wonderful…" She smiled.

"Anything else?"

"Well…she wanted to know if you were on top…" She tried hard not to laugh.

"And…?"

Sanura sighed. "You sometimes are…"

"We'll see about that…" Bakura's smirk grew even wider. He then picked her up then carried her to their bedroom. He threw Sanura onto the bed.

"Hasani is being taken care of by Isis. We are in the palace and we're not in trouble. We're in a luxurious room. So, I say we make the most of it…" He said, leaping onto the bed.

"You are a sick man." Pachet shook her head at Bes, who was smirking.

"I couldn't help myself" He replied.

Taweret was laughing hysterically off to the side.

"How could you make them say things like that?" Pachet attempted to smack his head.

"Well, Sanura didn't seem to mind!" He said, dodging the blow.

"Now, now, children! Play nice!" Taweret joked between fits of laughter.

Atemu walked down the corridor of the guest quarters. Although he really didn't want to be here, he needed to be. A year ago, he never thought that he would even think of doing this. Bakura was his enemy for crying out loud! But, Atemu needed his help.

Damn, he was already at the door. He opened the door, looked inside, and then shut it immediately. He leaned against it, his face completely red. He had to recall exactly what he just saw, to make sense of what was going on. Well, Bakura and Sanura were, ahem, on the bed…and Bakura was…on top…THANK THE GODS FOR THAT SHEET!

Atemu almost fell backwards as the door behind him opened. He caught himself and turned around to see a very pissed off Bakura.

"What the hell could you possible want, Pharaoh?!" He fumed. He was wearing nothing but his kilt and his hair was a little messed up.

The Pharaoh glanced behind Bakura to see Sanura desperately clinging to the sheets to cover her naked figure. Her cheeks were dyed a bright pink. Bakura noticed where the Pharaoh was looking and snapped his fingers in his face.

"Hey, not yours. Mine. So, what did you want? As you can see, I'm a little busy!" Bakura growled.

"Well…um…I wanted to talk to you-"

"Oh! So, the Mighty Pharaoh needs the help of a lowly tomb robber! Let's make this quick, I have other things to attend to…" Bakura smirked.

Atemu sighed. "Fine."

Bakura swiftly turned around and walked towards the bed. He whispered something in Sanura's ear. She nodded then blushed, as he bit her ear gently. He then grabbed his coat off the floor, walked outside and closed the door behind him.

"So…what exactly do you want to know, anyway?" Bakura asked, leaning against the wall.

"First of all…what is it like being a father?" Atemu tried to force a smile.

"Confusing, tough, exhausting…but so worth while." Bakura looked at the ceiling in a day-dreamy sort of way.

Then Bakura did something that surprised the Pharaoh: he smiled.

"So…what exactly was Sanura's pregnancy like?" Atemu continued with his little interview.

The thief started to laugh hysterically. "Gods, was she emotional! But…she never got mad at me, thank the gods. I had to help her with some household tasks…I had to stay at home more and…I never let her go anywhere by herself. And why the hell do you want to know?" Bakura responded.

"Well, Ria and I are planning on having a child. And I…don't really know what I'm going to do…being a father wise. I don't know what to expect or what to do. I want to be a good father; I just need advice." Atemu sighed.

"I'm the only father you know, right? So, I'm the only one that can give you advice, correct?" Bakura looked at the other seriously.

The Pharaoh nodded.

"Sadly, I know you too well, Pharaoh. You're too nice. That comes in handy. All I can say is that…you'll know what to do when you need to do it." He half-smiled.

Bakura noticed that his wife poked her head out of the door to see where he was.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm needed." He said, turning towards his room and smiling at Sanura.

Atemu continued on his way back to his room as well. He hadn't noticed that Bakura was so…well, caring. This was the same man who tried to kill him and all the priests and who wanted to shroud the world in darkness. Now, this man had a loving wife, a beautiful baby boy and was even giving the Pharaoh advice on how to raise a child. He knew Bakura was capable of showing affection, after seeing the way he looked at Sanura when she had fainted due to that one fateful beating. Despite himself, Atemu smiled. He had nothing to worry about.

"So, how was your little talk with Bakura?" Ria asked, as her husband walked through the door.

"It was fine. How was your discussion with Sanura?" Atemu replied.

"Oh, it was amusing. I found out some interesting things about Bakura, though." Ria smirked, sitting back in their large bed.

"Really? Like what?"

"Well, apparently, Bakura is very good, when it comes to sex and he is always 'in control'." She laughed.

"Yeah, I know." Atemu muttered.

"Excuse me!" She shrieked.

"I, uh…accidentally walked in while they were…" He twitched, remembering the look of embarrassment on Sanura's face and the look of pure annoyance and anger on Bakura's.

Ria burst out in laughter at he look of disgust on her husband's face. She was so glad they had invited that couple to the palace.

Author's Note: I'm such a pervert!