Disclaimer: I don't OWN YuGiOh, or any of the Characters associated with YGO. All the others, i created them from my mind, so yes i own them.

I greatly apologize for this chapter... I had originally planned on it being this way, I just wasn't planning on it exactly the way it turned out. I also apologize for its lack of length. this is the 2nd shortest Ch. in the whole story thus far. (kinda saddening to me.) But Aside from that, this is where the story starts to turn, so brace yourself.

Junjou-chan

Chapter 11

Masika yawned, eyes opening by the first light of day, "Where am I?" she looked around, realizing she was laying on the ground of a seemingly abandoned house. She got up and waltzed around the room, seeing how truly abandoned it was. Making her way to the window, she saw the empty, dead streets. "It's strange. It looks abandoned, but I feel like I'm being watched," her eyes shifted around the streets.

"That would be because you are not alone," a silky voice whispered into her ear.

She turned into the figure, coming face to face with this man's perfectly sculpted abs before turning her eyes to his face, "Bakura?!" she gasped. 'For a thief, you still have a nice body… but I shouldn't think that way, Atemu would be angry at me for that.'

"I'd be careful of your thoughts girl. I hear all," he gripped her arm unforgivably hard, yanking her from the house and out into the streets.

She struggled to break from his grip, tugging away from him but his grip only tightened as he dragged her towards a rather large building. She caught a naughty look from many a thief as they passed on their way; each seemed to be frightened away as they looked to their leader. 'I'm captive of the one thief that everyone in Egypt fears, isn't that just wonderful? And these other thieves look at me with two kinds of lust… Atemu, help.' She whimpered in her mind, even though she knew plenty well that was very unsafe for her.

Bakura dragged her into the large building before finally loosening his grip on her.

"Where is this place?" she looked around the dusty walls before her eyes settled back on that of the thieves, 'He's not that bad looking. Grungy looks good on him… I wonder if that's why he's a thief…'

"I told you be mindful of your thoughts," he hissed, "This is the only place in Kul'eldna that still holds life. The life of the dead."

"What do you mean?" she found herself released from his grip completely as he showed her the room.

"Years ago, the Pharaoh sent his army to kill my village. I watched from behind as his soldiers killed everyone, my parents, my relatives, strangers. Not even women and children were spared."

"Then how'd you-"

"I hid. And what for? So I could be the only one left alive in my village? So the Pharaoh could make his beloved Sennen items! For years, the restless spirits of the dead in the village have roamed this house. For this is the room in which the Sennen Items were made," he dragged her over to a giant stone slab.

"I'm sure he had a reason," she tried to back up the Pharaoh.

"He craved power, it was no more than that simple fact. Your beloved Pharaoh wanted power beyond human control, and killed a village just so he could hold it at his disposal."

"He wouldn't do that!"

He grabbed her by the shoulders, bringing her inches from his own face, "He did because he could," he watched her fragile eyes shiver in fear as he felt her go numb beneath his fingers, listening to her thoughts.

'He must be lying, Atemu, he wouldn't… he couldn't do such a thing! There's no way he could be so cruel to do that! He's too kind, he cares about his people too much! Otherwise, what am I to him? A toy? But we're engaged, I wouldn't be engaged to him if I were just a toy… would I? No! He wouldn't do that to me!' she shook her head, mainly to reassure herself, but it didn't help knowing that Bakura was listening to her as she thought.

"A toy indeed," he smirked, easily getting under her skin. He watched as she clapped her mouth shut, as though she had said it out loud, shaking her head in disbelief. "Yes, a King such as he would marry a woman simply for pleasure, granted she were pure," he saw her eyes widen at the statement, proving she was a virgin. "Oh, I see… well I hope you know that it is very common for the Pharaoh to take many wives, and leave them all to live in the village amongst the people while he goes on happily in his Palace."

She could bring no words; he had promised a life of happiness, by his side, he wouldn't do that, would he? Doubt struck her mind easily as she began to think about returning to her mediocre life as a goldsmith's daughter, destined to make jewelry for her king/husband.

As Bakura listened silently to her thoughts, he began to ponder why the Pharaoh had fallen in love with a commoner, or better yet, how.

"He wouldn't just use me!" she shouted roughly, disregarding the fact that the evil thief was only inches away from her. He didn't seem phased – although his hearing had nearly been shot – as his grip on her tightened.

"He would! He can and what he can do, he will!"

She couldn't deny this fact. Because he could bring her into the palace, and marry her, and take her, he would, and he had. Oh he had. She couldn't deny that Bakura knew what he was saying about this. "Just because he can kill me doesn't mean he will!" she protested. Digging her fingers into Bakura's forearms as his grip on her held firm.

"You don't know what you're speaking of. If you truly come from the village, you probably have no understanding of who the true Pharaoh is, he's probably only been hiding behind a façade," Bakura's glare didn't seem as evil as it once had, maybe she was just getting adjusted to it, but it seemed more honest, as though his eyes screamed 'what kind of an idiot are you to not listen to me!?'

"He's not like that! He's not! All those times… the oasis! NO! You're lying! My Pharaoh is much to kindhearted to kill a village for power!" Her eyes clamped closed tightly as her nails dug into his skin and her voice raised proportionally.

Thrusting her down onto the ground he glared at her, watching her try to sit back up. "If you choose to be in denial, then so be it. It is not my responsibility to make you understand the truth. If you choose to ignore this, then fine," his silky voice seemed almost ravenous as his eyes were filled with the purest hate she'd ever seen.

"Fine, but can you answer one question for me?"

He grunted.

"Why did you take me? What do you need me for?"

His hatred turned to a sick type of lust as he pondered how best to answer the question posed, "I was going to steal the millennium items, but apparently since the Real Prince arrived before my thief was able to make away with the items, he decided it would be best to kidnap the future Queen as a better prize. I actually must commend him, he did good."

As she had been reluctant to stand up, she stared up as he knelt down to her, lust still gracing his features. Kneeling in front of her, he grabbed her by the arm once more, pulling her close to him. "The Kings pet shall be of no use once I'm done," he whispered in her ear.

"Wha-" she was cut off as he crushed their lips together, almost threateningly. Refusing to give in, she felt his hands dig into her pressure points until it was too much to take. Her muscles in too much pain from restraining, let go, allowing him dominance.

A grunt passed him when he once again found her refusal to comply, his hands tightening their grip again, pulled a tear from her eye as she gave in once more; kissing him back.

He broke away, looking as though nothing had happened and got to his feet, "Come on," he beckoned as he headed out the entrance.

"Right away my Pharaoh," Seto turned to do as his Pharaoh had commanded; get a rank of soldiers and find Bakura.

"He should be in Kul'eldna," Isis removed her hand from the Tauk.

"How are you sure?" Seto questioned.

"That's the only village that my Tauk can't see. Be fast Master Seto, she may not have much time left," Isis waved him off.

He left quickly, strictly on a mission.

"Do you think she's alright?" Pharaoh turned worriedly to Isis.

"Yes my Pharaoh, I believe she'll be just fine. Having grown up a village girl, I don't believe she'll fall easily to them. I'm sure she's had her fair share of troubles with men and thieves."

"But this isn't just a common thief! This is Bakura we're talking about!"

"I understand my Pharaoh, but please, have faith in her."

"I have faith in her, I don't trust him."

Isis put a calming hand on his shoulder as she motioned Mana to go with Seto. "We'll return her safely, don't allow yourself to worry my King. You should be working on the negotiations right now."

"How can I work when the future Queen has been kidnapped by Bakura!?"

"He has a point Isis. It's not important to me that we do the negotiations right away, they can wait until his bride has returned," the Prince spoke up.

"Thank you for your understanding Prince. I apologize to be putting you through this," the Pharaoh's features didn't convey the same message his voice did. 'I want her back here, I should've never let my eye off her. I can't believe I let him get to her. I promised that I'd keep her safe, that she'd be safe here, and she'd never leave my side. I must get her back!'

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