Bakura pov.
It was dark and cold outside as he silently walked close to the walls surrounding the place. He was feeling a bit calmer now that he was in his element. He enjoyed sneaking around like this, the adrenaline of the chance of being caught always rushed through him and made him smile like a madman even though he knew he would never get caught. He was the king after all.
Once he had sneaked around several guards at the entrance, he looked around the corner of the wall. There were the, probably, last 4 guards for now guarding the bedroom of the Pharaoh. He ordered his Diabound to become invisible and walk through the walls, specifically the wall that was on the other side of him. Diabound made some noise there which made the guards look around in the other way. He quickly got behind them and silently took them out. Diabound disappeared again in his soul after he thanked it.
He now could freely get in the bedroom..He hesitated for a small moment. Not of doubt but because of surprise that now was finally one of the moments he had been preparing for for years now. He hid in the dark by the shadows and walked over to the large bed. There was no other guards or slaves in the room to his surprise. Maybe he liked his 'privacy?' It was only quite handy for him but still the lack of slaves surprised him.
He came forward and looked at the figure on the bed, close enough now to be able to touch him..The adrenaline from earlier went away for his anger to replace. This was the son of that disgusting man that ordered the attack...He sneered as the memories came back from that day. It was unfortunate he couldn't kill that man himself...but at least he had defiled the tomb and the sins of the father made way to his son. His son must be a disgusting human being as well, there was no doubt.
He could almost hear the voices of the spirits egging him as he got up the bed and quickly straddled the Pharaoh with a knife ready in his hands. He held it above the chest, ready to pierce his way down. He could feel the legs beneath him thrashing about.
''Don't even try to get help no one will listen...Now any last words Pharaoh? Really you can just see your death as something to restore the balance again...Family for family...'' He spat out and his grip tightened on the knife.
Atem Pov.
Atem was roused from his sleep by a pressure on his bed and a shadow on the wall across from him. But he had little time to question it as the weight of a man pinned him down, glancing up in shock he recognised the King of Thieves. His eyes shadowed by the ruffle of white hair and he glared down at Atem with pure loathing.
''Don't even try to get help no one will listen...Now any last words Pharaoh?' The thief spat at him as his grip tightened on the knife.
Atem's hands dove up to grab the thief's wrists in order to prevent the downfall of the knife, his heart pounding, knowing his smaller form would not be a match for the much larger man. His hands were already starting to falter at the strength of the thief, at which the man laughed at Atem's weak efforts. Judging by what the thief had said, the guards were most probably unconscious, if not dead. He mournfully wondered how many had died for the thief to have this chance, just to get back at him.
'Really you can just see your death as something to restore the balance again...Family for family...' The thief continued pressing down on Atem's chest, the tip cutting through his tunic like it was air. Atem panicked, what could he mean? Family for family, he'd never killed anyone. Could he mean his father? After all he had dragged his father's body through the court, he flinched at the image returning to his mind. But his attention was quickly grabbed by the man again, leaning forward and staring into his eyes with an almost gleeful glint to them. This man was unlike any he'd met before, he could strike terror into his soul with just a look.
But with his guards out of commission he knew he would have to attempt something or die here, by the thief's hands. He remembered the conversation he had had with Seto a few days back when he awoken in his bedroom after the thief had first attacked. Seto had given him a small knife and advised him to keep it close to him at all times in case this exact situation arose and there was no-one around to help. But he had to act quickly.
'What do you mean, family for family?' He gasped out, 'My father was a good man, what do you have against him and his family? Why do you persist in this crusade to kill me and ruin his name?'
As the thief snarled and narrowed his eyes at the questions, Atem prayed to the Gods for speed as the man slightly let off the pressure on the knife and gave Atem a tiny opportunity. Quickly releasing one hand from the thief's wrist he grasped the knife Seto had given him, hidden under his pillow and slashed it back across in front of him feeling it make contact. However at that same moment as he felt the man's weight shifted from him and heard a cry of pain, he felt the cold blade slice across his chest as the thief flinched back from his attack. He doubted he had done much damage but he took the opportunity to kick the man off him and roll off the bed, aiming to grab his sword from where it lay across the room…
Bakura Pov.
A good man? What the hell! He couldn't keep the snarls and anger in this time, his vision becoming almost red. That man had ruined his life! He was a wasn't being as careful and watchful as usually because the words kept repeating itself in his head. So he had missed the opportunity he had given the other and got slashed at his chest with a random knife. He dropped his to the side in shock as he layed on the ground and quickly put his hand on the wound. The blood smeared through on his fingers. He felt partly embarrassed by being hurt so quickly by such a brat non the less.
He took his hand off his chest to jump after the Pharaoh who had tried to make a dash for it. He threw himself on his back and held the hands in his in a tight grip. ''How dare you say that! You liar he probably had done nothing but boast about how he had slaughtered us all for power.'' His nails made his way into the soft skin of the Pharaoh beneath him. ''Well he was an idiot for they had missed me.''
''Did you all enjoy hearing about our demise?'' His voice grew louder and louder as his anger and panting from it grew. ''Well I'm the one with the power no...Hahahaha!'' He thought of the addicting warm stone in his pocket.
Atem pov.
He heard the thief fall back and for a second, he thought he had done more damage than he had originally thought, but he soon heard the man dashing after him. It was barely more than five seconds before he felt the huge weight of the thief crashing down on him. Feeling the air shoot out of his chest, he couldn't even cry out as the wound on his chest was slammed into the ground sending shock waves of pain through his chest. His back felt like it would snap any second and the thief's nails dug into his wrists until he felt the hot blood run over his hands.
Finally managing to breath, he struggled against the man, and attempted to twist his knife into a somewhat useful position. But this was impossible with the thief's weight and entire attention on him. Atem could see his sword, only a couple of feet away, but just out of reach. He had no chance of reaching it, or acting on surprise anymore. He had lost his opportunity when he had caught the thief on unawares before. That was it, he thought suddenly. His only opportunity would come when the man was too angry to focus. Although it was also extremely dangerous to anger him any further, Atem didn't think he would survive the next two minutes if he didn't try something.
The thief was raging, about him knowing something. He wished he had some idea of what had happened to this man and why he was so blinded by rage. But he didn't have time to consider that now, as the man grew louder and louder. Surely someone would hear this madman's shouting, he couldn't have killed all the guards. Suddenly the man was laughing hysterically; he felt his pain evaporate into pure terror as waves of power and anger arose from the man. This was his only chance, he attempted to swipe at the man on top of him again, and the thief quickly caught him before he could but as he did, he kicked out and managed to get slightly away from him. Though it was not enough to get out of the man's grasp, he felt the hilt of his sword as it clattered to the ground. It was then he noticed the mesmerising green glow from the man's pocket...
Bakura pov.
He took one hand away from the hands in his grasp to grab on to the stone. The floor around them suddenly glowed with the seal and the same symbol had appeared on his forehead, though he never notices it appearing there.
He took on a maniacal grin as he ignored the cries of his Diabound in his mind, it did not seem to like the hold of the stone over them...But too bad. He was its master here. ''Now however should I deal with you..Should I burn you alive as them? Stab you? Skin you? Oh I've made up many many ideas before but now I just can't seem to choose one..''
He brought his face closer to the Pharaoh and sneered suddenly. ''None of them seem to hurt enough..oh no you deserve more...''
Atem pov.
The breath hitched in Atem's throat, he could merely let out a pathetic noise of fear when the man before him suddenly became encased in a shocking green light. He could hear the screams of something just barely as the thief looked down at him once again. A star-like symbol ablaze on his forehead and a crimson glint in his eyes. But as the symbol crept across the floor beneath them, Atem barely noticed as the man grasped his hands tighter and leant toward his face whispering the most horrific threats he had ever known. But as he sneered and the final words passed his lips Atem realised this man had changed horribly. He attempted to shift but he was struck with fear, his limbs refusing to ask him as the oppressive magic around him amplified his terror.
The image of Osiris flashed across his mind, as the man tightened his grip, he had no idea how he had summoned that dragon in the first place. But over the last couple of days, he had thought of little else but the thief and Osiris. He placed his entire faith in the image of Osiris he held, and as the manic eyes before him set upon his own he felt a familiar pain in his chest. He prayed that he could manage whatever he had done before. But he couldn't lose control again, not now, he'd never live past the next second if this didn't work. But he could barely focus with this strange magic surrounding them, and his vision blurred slightly as he struggled against the maniac that pinned him down.
Panic set in as he imagined just what this man was capable off if he didn't escape. The thought of that gave him a temporary rush of adrenaline to force his hand's free from the man's grasp and as he managed that the pain struck him again. He buckled slightly, but as the man attempted to grab him again he threw his arm out in an attempted to defend himself and caught the man's wild eyes with his own gaze, as he felt his eyes set ablaze and he heard a crash from above them…
Bakura pov.
Just as he felt the urge to grab one of his hidden knives and do some serious work his hands got pushed away. He went to grab him immediately but a sudden crash and flash was around him. He knew it couldn't be the guards, because they were dead but it couldn't be anything else either..And the barrier seemed to protect them, or well hold them together without interference.
He looked around, thinking it was probably safe as the Pharaoh was also distracted, and saw their ka's standing against together. Trying to push the other over.
However Diabound seemed to have more trouble, not only was he going against a god (even if he had grown so much), he was also still trying to fight against the green glow and power of the Orichalcos. A darker part which had risen because of the stone growled at that. Didn't Diabound want its power? They could avenge his family like this! He promised to stand by him since that faithful day!
''Diabound!'' He yelled out, though he was sure it was for a second out of sadness and feeling a little betrayed before the sudden anger placed over it. ''Destroy it!'' Diabound roared in response and was unsure at which emotion he should respond to.
Atem pov.
Atem stared up at Osiris clashing with Diabound and saw that thankfully his own dragon seemed to have the advantage. He caught himself smiling slightly when referring to Osiris as his own; his own ka, finally. He never thought he'd be able to summon his own, he'd even thought he'd been born without one. But his attention was stolen by the thief; standing just across from him, he looked like a mad man.
His eyes were tinted a horrid red and his face was contorted with absolute rage as the green symbol burnt into his forehead. Atem had seen the anger in the thief's face before but this was so much more. This wasn't just anger, this was different, almost madness…
'Diabound…' he called, sounding defeated. Looking up at his ka Atem noticed the beast seemingly fighting against something. Maybe the thief's new found power didn't agree with his ka. It was fighting against his master, no, the power. No wonder, by the look of the thief, it was maddening, it was taking over the man's mind. Driving him into madness and uncontrollable fury.
The symbol emblazoned on his forehead glowed brighter as he roared at Diabound.
'Destroy it!'
At that moment Osiris was thrown backwards by the almighty strength of the newly empowered Diabound. It crashed against the strange barrier and an almost green lightning crackled around both the dragon and Atem. Grimacing slightly, Atem stared across at the thief to see him flaunting a green stone and ordering his ka ahead. That stone, it was too familiar, he looked down and pulled the pendant that the ambassador had given him from beneath his tunic. It shone in response to his touch and he felt his heart tighten. Releasing it quickly, he felt his breath return.
But he was returned to his senses by Diabound gripping Osiris and Atem knew he had to act or his newly discovered ka would never last.
'Osiris! Use your second mouth!' He called out, the knowledge seemed to slip into his mind, almost familiar. But before he could see the result of the new attack, the thief shouted and stormed toward him once again, his eyes burning a raging scarlet.
'Where did you get that stone?'
A/n. You know. Ehum *Coughs loudly and awkwardly* Reviews are always appreciated.
The Atem didn't want to ask for reviews and such but I'm a slut for reviews. I admit it. X- The bakura rpér.