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 three 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: Well, well. It seems it has been ages since I've updated this. And yes, I know that it shouldn't be that difficult to rewrite a story (and it's not honestly) I just haven't had the time to work on this. Well, now I have and I finished it in one night, not only rewriting it, but coming up with a much better idea for chapter five. And since I'm out of school now, my updates will become more frequent and I can only hope to have the first ten chapters back up by the end of the summer vacation.
Okay, so now I have to laugh. I think this is about the third time that this has happened. I send this off to my beta and as I get ready to put it up, I get new reviews asking me to update soon! Well, I think it's funny. Thank you all.
At any rate, do enjoy this update. Here's hoping the next one will be soon.
By the way, this would have been sooner but the document uploader was not cooperating with me. Stupid...
Chapter Two
The Shattering Glass
Kawai Shizuka sat atop the bed, shivering with the cold and eerie quiet that surrounded the now empty room. Another shudder passed over her body as she stared out into the darkness. Her skin was still warm and crawling from where he had touched her. It was just…bizarre.
She tried to reason with herself. Honda and Otoji were fawning over her all time, but they had never laid a hand on her. Her brother had made certain of that. Her legs were tucked against her chest and she hugged them tightly. She felt…violated. One miracle she was glad for was that Bakura (it was Bakura, wasn't it?) had restrained himself, but…
He had kidnapped her. Actually stolen her off the street, forced her into unconsciousness, and brought her to this unknown place. Why, why would Bakura do that? Her eyes slowly filled with tears. This was not the Bakura Ryou she knew. No, it couldn't be. That Bakura was sweet and kind and frail and would never have the heart to take anyone somewhere they didn't want to go.
Why had he changed so much? What had happened…?
The more she contemplated it, the more she knew this could not be Ryou, and suddenly something drifted back to her, a conversation she had heard a long time ago.
-'So, wait. Let me get this straight. The Sennen Ring has a spirit in it like Mou Hitori no Yuugi?"
"It does, but one more vile and bent on destruction, nothing like your Mou Hitori no Boku. He takes control whenever it should please him, and I…go away."
"Where does he send you?"
"…I've never known. All I know is it's just so…dark…"-
Shizuka hadn't understood the words at the time. She had heard them by complete accident, and never looked much into it. Even now, they confused her.
She lay down on the bed and curled into a small ball, praying that somehow this had all just been a nightmare. She drifted off before Bakura returned...
It was through yet another black vortex the holder of the Sennen Ring entered the room. His captive lay asleep and as he walked from the confines of the swirling mists, she turned and sighed softly, exhaling in a mumble unintelligible words.
He slowly glided over to the bed, his footsteps soft on the concrete floor. Shizuka was shivering. Bakura looked around. It was a cool night on the Egyptian sand. The blanket still lay on the bed near Shizuka's feet, and he carefully draped it over her body. He stepped back, his eyes resting on her.
Bakura didn't know how long he stood there and watched her as she lay sleeping. Nothing startled him until the girl turned in her slumber and a soft cry escaped her beautiful lips.
"Onii-chan," she whispered. "It's black…Onii-chan, its all black." Shizuka thrashed violently to the left, the sheets tangling around her legs. "Help!" Suddenly she thrust herself up into a sitting position, her breathing ragged and a cold sweat beading her body.
Her eyes opened slowly and she looked around, every fiber of her being expecting and hoping for the room that surrounded her to be her own. Katsuya should be knocking on the door now she realized. But the surroundings were unfamiliar and dark. A square doorway of light stood on the other end of the room, a tall dresser next to it. The hopelessness of the situation flared suddenly before her and she bit her lip as tears pricked at her eyes. She wasn't home and Katsuya would not be coming to check on her. It was dark, and the cold, unfamiliar room gave no comfort.
"What grieves you, precious?"
Shizuka was startled at the voice, clutching the cream-colored sheets to her chest. Her eyes fell upon the figure of Bakura across the makeshift bedroom, leaning coolly against the door frame. His eyebrows arched and he ginned smugly as he watched her.
Animosity emanated from her in a sudden burst and heated glare, but it vanished as she buried her head in her hands and began to sob.
Bakura started forward for a moment, as if to comfort her, before catching himself in the foolish action. Weakness was something he refused to show and he settled back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'll never see him again!" she called out between bitter sobs. "Why don't you just kill me now?"
He laughed softly. "I have no reason to do that, Shizuka-chan. Women are far too useful alive. If you're good enough I may let you go…" his eyes glinted lustfully and Shizuka started at his tone, her gaze hardening as the crystalline tears glimmered on her cheeks.
"I'm not sleeping with you, if that's what you want," she spat at him coldly. Disdain traced every inch of her hardened features.
He fell back, clutching his chest sarcastically as if her words had mortally wounded his heart. "How could you think such a thing?" he replied in the mockery of a hurt tone. Standing upright a moment later, he grinned slyly. "I do, however, have another proposition for you."
Shizuka's eyes narrowed. The few hours she had been around the spirit of the possessed youth, she knew there was no way to trust him. He kidnapped her, he lusted after her, and during the brief moments he had kissed her in, she tasted the alcohol. No, not to be trusted, but still she said, "I'm listening." Anything to get her out of this place; anything to get her away from him. Well…almost anything.
"I propose," he declared with great sarcastic relish. "A contest."
The young girl arched an eyebrow. "That's it?"
"Well…" he paused, slightly put out. "Yes."
Shizuka almost laughed. "No specification? No rules? No anything?"
She was mocking him now, he could feel it. Mockery when he was the one being ridiculed was not something he tolerated. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Why?" he hissed. "Have something in mind? I doubt you could beat me in a Yami no Game, if that's what you're thinking." (Au1)
"Hardly," she replied evenly. "I don't duel, Bakura-san."
"A drinking contest then?" he offered, smirking.
"Never."
"And let me guess, you're a virgin?"
She was taken aback by the question. "Excuse me, that's hardly any of your business."
He began to laugh, feeling himself taking control again. The girl was withering; what little fiery courage she had was nearly expended. "That's far from what I meant. You're unfamiliar with drinking terms, I take it? That surprises me considering the way your father is. I hear problems like that are genetic. I'm shocked dear big brother isn't a slobbering drunk bum in the streets right now."
"Stop it!" she screamed suddenly. "Go away! I'll get out by myself! I don't need your stupid contests and I don't need you! Just leave me alone!"
"And how exactly do you plan on leaving here?" he asked, laughing darkly. "The only way in or out is through me." His manic noise continued as he swiped his hand across the air as if cutting through a vine with a sword. The Ring around his chest, the one that had burned so intensely the first moment she lost consciousness, glowed again now and a black void of swirling clouds erupted beside him.
Shizuka stared into it, motionless. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly agape as she watched it dance against the remaining night, and fear flooded her. It was the darkness from her dream, the darkness none fought to save her from. She began to shake violently as she forced herself to look away from it, tears pricking her honey-colored orbs. Obviously it frightened her.
It was fear Bakura fed his malice on, the very same fear she emanated, but somehow it was different coming from her. There was less malevolent joy; less satisfaction. His hand clasped by his side and the glow from the Ring subsided as the portal faded away until nothing was left of either anomaly.
"There lies your exit," he mocked. "Through the very shadows you fear to tread, and I alone can navigate them."
Her shivering did not subside and even as she stared at her hands prostate on the bed sheets she failed to blink. Tears pooled in her eyes but did not fall. Bakura's smirk vanished and his eyes narrowed questioningly. "Shizuka?"
She looked up, blinking suddenly and Bakura watched two perfect tear drops race down her face.
"Are…are you hungry, Shizuka-chan," he asked softly.
After a moment of hesitation, she nodded and whispered a defeated "Yes" softly before turning away from him.
"I won't force you through the portal," he said. "You can trust me in that if you will trust nothing else." Bakura swept his arms around the room. "All this is for you. You can look through anything you like save for the far bedroom which is mine. Anything you want, I can get for you. There is food in the kitchen." Nodding he head to her, he retreated out of the doorway and across the house. He reached the far bedroom and accessed another portal abandoning the girl to her own devices for a cigarette and some solitude.
When she was certain he was gone, Shizuka crawled cautiously off the bed and lit a candle, plunging into the rest of her new 'home' in search of something to eat.
Bakura was outside sitting against the building. He exhaled a circle of smoke, watching the round haze dissipate in the soft Egyptian breeze. Moment later, he flicked the spent cigarette into the endless sands. It was his third in the past half hour. What the hell was wrong with him?
He told himself he was going soft. Every fiber of his being spelled out how simple it would be if he were to merely remove her soul. Her defiance would flee, her body would sit, a vacant, easily taken shell he could have his way with, but damn it all to hell! He didn't want that! He wanted…well, what did he want? A lover, a companion, someone who would come to him willingly if he should call. He wanted-
A shrill shriek echoed in his ear accompanied by the shattering of several glass items. Bakura sighed as he stood up, wondering what in the world the girl had gotten in to. He returned inside and came out of his bedroom merely to find Shizuka kneeling on the floor. She was attempting to collect the glittering pieces of glass that lay among a concoction of mixed alcohols. It was evident the glass was leaving gashes across her palms where alcohol seeped in as she stifled another cry.
He walked behind her and watched as she frantically moved to finish, grinding her teeth. The smell from the drink was becoming intoxicating, and after another sharp exclamation by the auburn haired girl, he cleared his throat. She leapt to her feet in a panic, crashing into him in her haste to flee and stumbling backwards. He caught her shoulders and guided her away from the glass.
She was staring at him, eyes wide, as she began to sputter excuses until he laid two fingers over her lips, shushing her gently. He turned her hands over, examining the gashes as they bled freely.
"Go sit on the couch."
Without question, she obeyed and the next moment he was in front of her with a brightly colored medical kit. He looked at her hands again and stood up, retrieving a large silver basin and pitcher filled with water.
Bakura proceeded to wash the blood from Shizuka's hand with a tenderness that surprised her. The water that had run over her hands into the basin was now pink and several pieces of glass that had been loosely attached glimmered in the bottom. He carefully roamed her hands for more glass with a set of tweezers from the medical kit, removing each pieces slowly as Shizuka hissed with the sharp pain. With that finished, he rinsed her hands again, the palms now crisscrossed with multitudes of detached skin. The disinfectant spray stung as Bakura sprayed it, following up by bandaging them with white cloth and gauzes.
"There," he said, holding her hands between his own for an extra moment when he had finished before standing up. "They should be fine now. Try not to be so foolish in the future." He turned and walked away.
"…Bakura?"
Her soft voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Yes?" he inquired, turning to her.
She took a deep breath and met his eyes, smiling softly as she acknowledged the change that had overtaken him. "Thank you, Bakura-san."
The sun was rising on a truly glorious day.
The first genuine, non-malicious smile in almost three thousand years reached Bakura's solemn mouth, and somehow he knew it wouldn't be the last…
To Be Continued…
Au 1: Translation: Game of Darkness AKA Shadow Game.
A/N: And there you have it my dears. A special thanks to my beta, Storm Dewleaf. To everyone else, please R&R.
Cheers!
Lina
