Destiny

No.05 -Bath

What Bakura was starring at turned out to be none other than a building. But it was no ordinary one, it was approximately four times larger than the other surround villager's houses and huts (that seemed to contain the treasures and valuables the thieves stole from other towns.) Anzu swallowed hard and quickly turned her head away to hide her admiration towards the luxurious building.

Bakura signalled his people to walk far from them and commanded one of his followers to let no one enter the house. Then, he looked down at Anzu.

"How do you like my sweet home?" asked Bakura with a hint of great pride.

Anzu hesitated to answer right away, if only he were a normal –normal meaning someone other than the King of the thieves- she would have jolted with pure excitement and complemented his house and his early succession. But no. He was no 'normal' pretty boy so Anzu kept her silence.

"..."

Nevertheless, Bakura seemed not to mind her silence, instead he simply concluded in his mind that she must have been impressed with the building to explain her silence. He grinned wider and tugged poor Anzu around her waist and pulled her inside the house.

The building was single floored with many display of glamorous furniture and golden statues of naked ladies. Anzu's face flushed red when she noticed how one of the golden statues was posing and she stopped walking further inside the house. She grabbed Bakura's wrist to finally reopen her mouth into saying something.

"W..ait."

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"I...I can't. I can't give you what you want." Anzu's shaky words rang and echoed in the house. Looking at how scared and nervous Anzu was, Bakura laughed.

"I saved you from that slave house so you owe me something. I thought that was clear enough," said Bakura mockingly.

"I..I am grateful that ..you –I mean Bakura-sama- did for me, but..!"

"Ha! Bakura-sama, eh? Pathetic little girl, didn't you say you don't know my name?"

Anzu flinched but quickly held his wrist tighter to continue on pleading for her innocence. She lowered herself so that he would take sympathy of her; But that was too late. Before Anzu was able to say another pleading word, Bakura scooped her up and took large steps towards what seemed to look like his bed chamber. Anzu, unable to resist Bakura's strong muscular grasp, released the voice she was hiding for that dreadful night.

"Ug!!! Get your hands off of me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GYAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!"

Her scream then echoed even louder just as she was getting tired, awed, Anzu opened her tightly shut eyes to check where she was being carried into. But her expected fluffy bed cover was no where to be sensed rather she felt the darkening of lights. Wait.

Where is this? I thought he was carrying me into his bed.

Bakura was walking casually down a long trail stairs. Unlike the smooth-walled building the walls of that narrow staircase was mud coloured. Anzu started to hit Bakura's back.

"Where are you TAKING ME!!!!!"

"Hey, quit the yelling. The more you yell, the more I start to have doubts whether to keep ya."

"Oh, then I should keep on my screaming so you can leave me. Won't I?"

"No, I will behead you if ya don't shut your dreadful mouth."

The instant Bakura finished his sentence, Anzu immediately shut her screaming mouth and stopped punching his back. She did not want to loose her virginity to a total stranger but she also didn't like the idea of getting her head chopped off by a stranger either. Her death would be scary but what she dreaded more was not being able to reunite with her missing parents. Anzu hung low like a dead meat on his shoulder.

Bakura chuckled at Anzu's quick give-up and carried on walking down the stairs.

I am so tired of this nightmare. Anzu thought bitterly as she bit her lips. Her face constantly turned red and then pale every time Bakura took steps.

Anzu closed her eyes to ease her upset spirit inside of her.

SPLASH!

The mildly temperate water welcomed her.

When Anzu out of surprise opened her eyes widely to see, she was even more surprised.

"....Bath tub?"

She was placed in a large tub holding warm water. From the sight of the place, where Bakura had taken her was what seemed to look like a basement bath house.

"Wash up. You look like you haven't bathed for days," Bakura spat out with a mischievous smirk on his face.

His emerald green eyes flashed with trickery and lust. Anzu flinched once more from his gaze and reflectively tugged her worn out robe closer to her wet body. But the water was all over her and the thin white cotton was not able to keep its opaqueness. Robe started to become transparent, revealing Anzu's hidden curves and flesh. Anzu's face looked as though she was going to explode. It turned crimson red that if Bakura said anything more at the spot she would blow apart.

"Turn around!! You, you pervert!!!!" Anzu finally cried out.

She crossed her chest with her arms and sank deeper in the bathing tub. Bakura's face then also turned slightly red. Being the King of the thieves he should have robbed and raped numerous virgins but Anzu was a bit special. Yes, she acts like an annoying little wench, who just keeps on nagging and won't just quit doing so; nevertheless, she was very pretty and her clear blue eyes looked though they were reflecting her very soul. That clearness and purity seemed to enchant the mischievous thief king.

When Anzu yelled "Turn around!!!" repeatedly, Bakura, who was planning to keep on teasing her and eventually watch her nakedness, couldn't hide his ever so red face so he turned. Never a lowly slave girl have commanded him and has made him do something. He felt his up-peaking pride slowly collapse down.

He ...really turned around? Anzu was puzzled at his instant behaviour. His ears are red.

First, she was quite glad that for once this stranger did something she asked him to do. Second, she was glad she was able to wash her muddy self. And lastly, she was starting to feel better about the whole situation and she was even starting to think he might not be a real creep as I first thought.

"Hey I didn't turn just 'cause you told me to, ya slave. I turned so that I won't have to see a low life such as yourself wash your ...your dirty figure."

"HUH! I'M NO LOW LIF..!!" Anzu tried to defend herself from being treated as a lowly slave but she didn't want to provoke his calmed rude behaviour so she shut her mouth before finishing her sentence. And quickly replied, "... Thank you."

"Just hurry up."

"Yes, sir..."

Anzu decided to stay in the safe zone. Bakura, hearing her reply couldn't help but to paint a little smirk across his face. He, keeping his head turned away from Anzu's bathing scene, grabbed a stool that usually bath-assisting servants use and sat there. The warmth of the bathing water and its steam, plus the thought of a beautiful naked girl taking a bath in his bathing tub made his cloud with some sort of ...excitement. Then, he started to wonder about her identity and her name.

"Uh... What's your name?"

None of your business, thought Anzu but no. If she wanted to keep her head attached to her body, be nice.

"It's... Tea," Anzu lied.

"Were you always been a slave?" Bakura asked respectably.

"N...Yes, I was born in a slave family," Anzu lied again.

She didn't want to tell him everything about her, what use would it be if you tell who you are to a grand thief about your life story anyway.

He might sell her again or use her noble identity as a bait to claim money from her close friends and their families? Anzu did not want to be a burden.

"You don't quite look like a slave, if you lie to me you will pay with your own life."

Anzu swallowed hard at his comment. It was a real good thing that Bakura's head was turned around because not being a good liar Anzu's face turned rigid every time she had to say another lie.

But I can't stop lying now, I have to keep on lying.

"Oh, my last mistress treated me like her own daughter. She was very good to me, you see."

"Hmm."

Bakura scratched back of his head and nodded in silence. Anzu sighed in relief and slowly undressed herself. She, then, balled the wet robe and tossed it out of the tub.

Now I can really relax and enjoy the bath.

But remembering how quick-a-bath Bakura commanded her to take, Anzu gathered her lazily laying self and began to quickly wash her dusty hair and her face. With the splashing and tumbling sounds of water, Bakura sank his reddening head deeper into his chest in attempt to resist his urge to take a peek. Doing so made him feel like a little vulnerable child but he couldn't help it. He really wanted to save her from the bad things and see her bright blue eyes shine with happiness when she looked at him. He did not want to make the slave girl get upset and runaway from his grasp. He wanted her with him.

"..."

The two kept their silence. But the silence was not a bad kind of silence rather it was a good kind of silence. The silence that made the two people feel bubbly and comfortable. The kind of silence that makes two people draw smiles on their pretty faces without actually showing their faces to each other to know if they were smiling or not. It was the good kind of silence.

Then.

Suddenly loud footsteps raged down the stairs and disturbed the peaceful moment.

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Sorry that the update is way too late. I still like this story and even have the ending planned but just didn't have the time or enough passion to continue writing it. Anyhow, I look forward to read my good readers' reviews and if people still like this story as much as I do, I will continue writing. Any questions or comments (even bad ones) are welcome. Thank you, and have a wonderful day!