To Capture Her Spirit
By:
Setalina Muro
Summary: For his entire existence, the Thief King had sought to kill the Pharaoh. Now, seeking revenge, he kidnaps Kawai Shizuka and falls in love with her, plunging himself into ancient memories about a woman he lost five millennia ago… BxSxK TBxKxPS
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any places, people and/or other things you are familiar with from the show or anything else. The plot, however, is mine.
Warning: Rating may go up! Cutting, swearing, and drinking. You have been warned.
A/N: Ello, my happy-bubbly friends and readers! No bubbly? Okay, I'm bubbly. Ha. Hope you enjoy this! For my older readers, drop back to the new prelude and enjoy. I'll work quickly, I promise. No long note today, sorry dearies. I'll let you read that instead of my random notes…for now.
Chapter One
The Kidnapping
Kawai Shizuka was walking down the street. Her arms were wrapped around two paper bags, each bearing the insignia of the corner grocery store. She hummed softly to herself as she treaded the familiar path to her home.
He waited for her around a corner, idly smoking a cigarette. His pale hair flowed passed his shoulders and whipped around in the small breeze. He listened intently, and when the soft sound of footsteps came to him, he moved away from the wall, casting the unfinished cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his shoe.
She came around the corner, a small gasp of surprise issuing from her throat as she started back. The groceries slipped from her grasp and tumbled toward the ground.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed, bowing. "I am so sorry!" she then fell to the ground, gathering the tumbled items.
"No, pardon me, Shizuka-chan!" Bakura said, bringing the soft, high timbered voice of his host to the surface. He knelt next to her.
Shizuka looked puzzled for a moment. "Bakura-kun? Oh! Bakura-kun! I didn't see you! I'm sorry!"
"Not to worry," Bakura said, helping her scoop the food into the paper bag again. "Let me take those."
She handed them to him gratefully. "Thank you, Bakura-san." But her eyes widened as he deposited them into a nearby trash receptacle. "Hey!"
He turned, brows arched comically. "Yes?"
Shizuka took a step back, her eyes widening, but Bakura was quick. He instantly had a tight grip on her upper arm. She jerked, crying out. "Ouch! Bakura! Stop it, you're hurting me!"
A demented grin slowly spread over his face, twisting many of his fine features with the deep malice it portrayed. "It's a pity, isn't it?" he whispered, his voice venomously low. He pulled her around, her back into his chest and with one arm constricted her.
Her eyes were watering now, brimming with crystalline tears. Pain and fear flooded her, bringing more forth as several spilled down her cheeks. "Please," she begged. "Please let me go."
With his free hand, Bakura fished into his back pocket, withdrawing a single Duel Monsters card, but something was strange about it. The surface was black and seemed almost like a mirror. The cream-colored bottom bore no statistics declaring it monster, spell, or trap as the typical card of the game might.
"Do you know what this is, my dear?" Bakura hissed into her ear, holding the card in front of her face.
Her eyes remained wide and scared. "N-no," she managed to choke out.
"Ah," he said. "This card will house your soul." He began to murmur, his voice dropping as he began a cryptic language. Shizuka felt something burn into her lower back.
She cried out and Bakura, in agitation, pushed her against the nearby, crimson-bricked wall. Her eyes were wide; tear stains dotted her face. Her orbs focused on a golden ring suspended from Bakura's neck by a thick brown cord. It was a perfect circle, hollow save for a triangle shape in the center. Within the isosceles, there lay an eye. Five pointed spikes hung from the outside.
Now, it glowed with an eerie light that gathered strength, flashing like a beacon. Shizuka squeezed her eyes shut tightly, but still the light penetrated. She felt herself slipping away…
Bakura caught her as her body slipped to the side. He gathered her into his arms, carrying her like a bride, his arm wrapped behind her shoulders and under her knees. He picked up the faint scent of lilies from her hair.
--'They're marvelous…I did not believe such beautiful flowers grew in the desert sands.'
'Of course they do. I'll find you many more, if that is what you wish, my dear.'
'You would? Oh, Bakura! You'd never understand my gratitude!'—
He flinched suddenly, a small pain coming to his eyes, but it vanished almost immediately. The scarlet eyes returned to a cold contour.
He stood a moment longer, the thoughts washing over him, before he smiled softly down at the prostrate form of his prize. Then his eyes fixed on a point ahead of him. The Ring glowed faintly and a vortex began to swirl from the mists. The shimmering darkness seemed to dance for a moment, and Bakura admired it. The darkness had always been a favorite of his. Without another second of hesitation, he plunged into it, the Ring for protection and his own malice to fuel it…
The deep void of the vortex opened and the silent figure stepped out. Bakura cast his crimson eyes around the dim space, a warehouse of sorts, made of shining metal. It was far from plain, containing several different elements. There were two makeshift walls on opposite sides of the room. They would serve as sleeping quarters. In between, strangely enough, there was a linoleum floor and kitchen setting. A fridge, sink, counter, and dishwater were pushed against the war wall atop the flooring. Opposite the 'kitchen', there were three couches arranged on a fringed rug, the edges duck taped. These faced a set of large bay windows, their view set upon endless sands. It was almost homey.
Moving silently to one of the bedrooms, Bakura carried his prize to a bed pushed against the wall. The sheets were the color of cream, overlaid by a smooth brown blanket. He pulled them back and lay the stationary body down.
Quietly still, as if fearing to wake the dead, Bakura made his way to the cold box, extracting a beer. The label was worn from the brown bottle and it was cold in his hand as he forced the cap off. He took a sip, the cool liquid with a bitter, alien taste, drenching his tongue and throat.
He returned to Shizuka's side. Looking down at her, he felt a sudden chill. He watched her carefully. She barely seemed to breathe as she lay motionless on the bed, and Bakura narrowed his eyes slightly.
How strange it was. She looked so eerily peaceful; a sleeping beauty. He sat down on the edge of the bed, hardly aware of his actions. The alcohol found its way onto the mahogany nightstand next to the bed. His hand lay on her cheek.
It was slow, unintentional even, but he slowly bent down, his lips brushing her own softly. For a moment, it didn't register with him, but when it did his eyes snapped open and he pulled back, stumbling off the bed and away from her.
There was…shock.
"Marvelous, Prince Charming," he hissed, slowly advancing again. But he grabbed his drink instead, watching her as pale slits of moonlight struck her face. His hand moved to his pocket, pulling a card from it. He held it in his hand, staring at a picture of the girl on the bed. She was etched there perfectly, every detail in place, from her hands clasped in front of her pleadingly to the honey-colored eyes, large and brimming with tears.
"Time to wake up, Little Princess," he whispered. Taking a breath, he cast his breath across the surface of the card. Gold, dust-like substance floated into the air and drifted down to Shizuka's form, disappearing instantly when it touched her. With the picture gone, there was left only a velvety darkness on the card's face. She turned in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Bakura smiled, almost maniacally, yet his eyes softened. Now he was left with the question of what he would do when she woke up…
The moon was slinking down over the horizon when Kawai Shizuka regained consciousness. She moaned before sitting up, delicately touching the temples of her forehead, rubbing them to sooth the dull throb.
After a few moments, she opened her eyes, casting a dubious glance at her surroundings. Nothing gave her any clue as to where she was or what had happened to her. With the aid of the pale starlight, she saw the vague outline of a couch and windows. It seemed she was inside a large house.
Delicately, she stepped off the bed, moving toward the opening in the makeshift wall. Shizuka peered out, seeing more walls on the far side of the room. Light glinted from appliances between them. Her brow furrowed with confusion. A kitchen?
She started back suddenly as she caught some movement from the corner of her eye. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled back to the bed. A shadow cut across the opening of the door. Shizuka's breath hitched, her eyes locked on the figure as it leaned casually against the door. The faint shimmering sound of metal jangling against metal came to Shizuka followed by a soft, sinister laugh and the lights flashed on.
Shizuka's hands flashed to cover her eyes from the glare and the laugher flared again. Footsteps came toward her as she attempted to rub the stars from her eyes. Two hands grasped her wrists and pulled her palms to her sides. Blinking from the harsh, fluorescent light, Shizuka saw the details of the man holding her swim into view.
Pale, silvery hair; cruel crimson eyes; and gold that glinted with an evil all its own. There was no doubt, if there had been any to begin with, when the cat-like grin fixed itself on his face, and the deep, maniacal voice came from behind it.
"Good morning, my dear."
Shizuka screamed. A hair-curling shriek rising from her throat ask she flailed, pulling her wrists back and managing somewhere in the wild, jerky movements and the floundering limbs to make contact with Bakura's gut.
He grunted as he stumbled backwards, arm wrapped around his stomach as he gasped for lost breath.
Meanwhile, Shizuka had receded as far away from him as she could get, curling against the bed frame and drawing her knees up to her chest. Tears sprang to her eyes as she cautiously glanced up at Bakura.
He glared at her angrily from the other side of the provisional room, cursing under his breath. He straightened up, moving back toward her, setting himself at the end of her bed.
"Hope you had fun with that," he said, the anger in his voice dissipating. "It won't be happening again."
"Why are you doing this?" she asked softly. "I never did anything to you!"
Bakura's brow arched slightly. "It's not because you did something, little Shizuka-chan."
"Then why?" she demanded, sitting up on her knees and glaring at him. "What can you gain from this?"
A pondering look fell over Bakura's face. Then he said, "It's not what I've gained, but what they've lost."
Shizuka blinked. "You aren't Bakura-san, are you?"
"I am," he answered. "And I am not." He paused. "I don't plan to hurt you, Shizuka-chan." He reached out and ran his hand down her face.
She glared at him coldly, unable to jerk away as he pet her. "L-liar!" she chocked out, her body shuddering.
Bakura moved closer to her at the end of the bed, leaning to whisper in her ear. "Perhaps..." He kissed her neck, his hand slipping to her side, caressing it. "Perhaps not…"
His kisses trailed down her throat, measuring her increasing heartbeat. Her eyes widened and she tensed, her stomach gnawing at her in an unfamiliar fashion. He pulled her closer, his lips leaving her throat to her hers.
Shizuka's mind fought desperately to make sense of the situation, but Bakura's actions were numbing and confusing. Shizuka's eyes closed slightly as a shiver swept through her again, almost begging her to give into his touch.
His hand slid under her shirt, groping its way over her bare flesh. It was cold, so deathly cold! But it was enough, pulling Shizuka from her stupor. She didn't want to do this. Especially not with him.
She pulled back, away from him. "Stop it!" she choked out in a breathless whisper. "Please! Stop! Leave me alone!"
Bakura seemed to snap out of a trance of his own. He backed away, ashamed at his loss of control as he slowly stepped toward the door, his dark eyes still on Shizuka. He watched her as she took a shuddering breath and released it, sighing in relief. Then she burst into tears, and Bakura turned sharply on his heel and dashed away...
The passion itself was still bittersweet in his mind. Just the way she had tasted: a salted strawberry or an apple grown by the shore. His tongue ran over his lips nervously. They still tasted like her.
His hands shook slightly as he brought a cigarette to his mouth and lit it, breathing deep. He looked at his free hand, marveling at how soft her pale, creamy skin had felt. He had felt her pulse increase with his own. It did now, but something ate silently at his heart.
He looked out over the sea of dirt and the moonless sky covering Egypt. He cast the cigarette aside, watching as the dully-lit butt vanished into the night.
His original intention was forgotten. All he knew was that Shizuka was there now, sitting inside. All her innocence, her gentle eyes, carefully veiled anger…
"Screw revenge," he said aloud. "Shizuka is mine now, and I won't ever let her go."
Bakura sat down in the sand, tracing his fingers through it. "I'll do everything within my power to make her happy," he vowed, speaking to the whispering wind. "No matter what the cost. And in time, she'll come to love me more than you ever did…" He sat for a few minutes longer, making random patterns in the loose dirt.
He stood up, moving from the spot, not seeing the wind sweep away what he had unknowingly written.
--The maiden will come sooner than the dragon…--
To Be Continued…
A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope everyone is enjoying this new version. I like it better. I feel like I've organized my thoughts much better now that I know where I'm going with this.
And I'd rant and tell you all that I had a wonderful first date last Saturday, but I'm sure you don't care. Not to worry. All smiles on this end!
Signing off now,
Lina
