Author's Notes: Thanks again for all of your kind reviews and messages, there is one more chapter after this before it starts getting...REALLY CRAZY. So be prepared! For the death of the King!

That was a joke, its not going to happen.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

By the time Akefia and Amunet had reached the outskirts of the King's city, they had rode until the sun had nearly set. With Marik following close behind them, Akefia waited until they had reached the wall outlining the perimeter of the city before stopping his horse. He swung his leg around and jumped to the ground before reaching for Amunet's waist, pulling her down to him. She had fallen asleep halfway through their journey, Akefia recalled, as he looked at the mixed expression currently on her face. Amunet had woken up, slightly embarrassed to feel his body wrapped tighter around hers, his arm around her waist and her head slumped back on his shoulder so that his cheek was pressed against her own. She had trouble admitting to herself that she had felt comfortable enough in his slight embrace to drift off, while Akefia felt a sense of pride in his power over her, despite everything.

Marik, once he had gotten close enough, grabbed the reigns to Akefia's horse, without saying a word.

"Be at the Western wall, if you notice anything out of the ordinary leave the horse and head to the camp immediately. You know what to do if we don't return by tomorrow morning," Akefia spoke hurriedly, his eyes darting around as if trying to see something that wasn't there.

Marik nodded before turning his horse away from the pair, the other one trailing slightly behind on his side. Akefia and Amunet looked to each other knowingly before jumping onto the wall. They scaled it quickly, peering over cautiously before Akefia began to stand on top, Amunet following his movement. The last few streaks of light painted the bottom of the sky, and almost everyone in the city had retired to the inside of their homes. Akefia scanned the areas closest to the palace, Amunet looking longingly in the direction of her former residence.

"You will listen to my instructions carefully once I give them to you, I'd rather not remind you of my position over you while we are out here. If you try to run away, no amount of gold will keep me interested in allowing you to live," Akefia said in a slightly hushed but rough tone. "You will keep up and obey my every command, understand?" he spoke with a sudden burst of urgency.

"Yes Master," Amunet said quietly, unsure of her feelings towards the man that was now helping her achieve the biggest and most imperative score of her life. She shifted uncomfortably, her limbs screaming in desire to run as she waited for Akefia's word.

Akefia suddenly jumped from his position on the wall to the nearest roof, which he landed on without any difficulty. Amunet took her cue and jumped as well, landing with the same ease he had demonstrated and following behind him as he began to run across the rooftops. His silvery white hair seemed to glow as it swished in front of her, his red cloak billowing in the wind. As they ran over the rooftops, the last few streaks of light began to fade into darkness. They made their way through the city fairly quickly, never slowing or deviating from their swift pace.

Once they had gotten close enough to the palace itself, Akefia sunk into the shadows on the ground below, beckoning Amunet to do the same as his eyes glowed almost red in the darkness that now engulfed him. She knew what he wanted her to do, the guards needed to be distracted and Amunet needed to appear as if she was conjured up from nothing but thin air in order to get them both inside the heavily guarded area. As they moved around the buildings without making a single noise, their gaze fell upon the first few soldiers which stood in front of the door, quietly chatting amongst themselves. Amunet suddenly felt Akefia's breath on her forehead, his hands smoothing over the long hooded cloak she had put on not long after they first started their journey. Her hair stood on end as she felt his hands move slowly down to her ankles, cusping at her hips and the back of her thighs in the process. She felt a light tickling sensation as his fingertips ran under the end of her cloak, rolling it up gently to separate it from her skirt. Once he had pulled the dress high enough to almost pass her waist, she felt his breath suddenly against her ear,

"Arms up," he beckoned in a low husky voice.

Amunet couldn't help but raise her arms as she felt heat rise to her cheeks and her body suddenly weak. She tried to get ahold of herself as he finished pulling the dress over her head and arms, annoyed that hearing his voice like that had elicited such a reaction from her.

"Now go over and seduce those men," he said, obviously grinning from the tone Amunet had detected in his voice. Amunet tried her best not to smirk as she took a step out of the shield of darkness, when she suddenly felt his hand cup her ass, pushing her forward in the process. Akefia watched from the shadows Amunet's hips swaying lazily from side to side as she slowly caught the attention of all the guards, who all stopped their conversation as their eyes glazed over Amunet's practically naked body. Her top, a sheer white fabric that wrapped tightly around her breasts while its straps had fallen uselessly off her shoulders. Her entire stomach was bare except for a thin gold chain that she wore tightly at the top of her hips, right before her long skirt began to part, a wide slit on each side of her legs. She certainly was what the men who saw Amunet like this could only describe as godly, her body resembling the perfect toned features of a goddess.

"What are you doing here?" one of the guards finally yelled out, almost exasperated by the way she moved so slowly towards them.

"I was summoned here, ask the King himself. Although.." Amunet paused, stopping once she was no father than a few feet from them. "He may not enjoy the fact that you kept me waiting," she said, trying her best to look annoyed rather than breaking out in laughter. One of the guards perked up, and without hesitating began to open the door for Amunet.

"Wait, how do you know that she isn't lying?" one of the other guards suddenly asked.

"And who is she!?" another one yelled.

"Does it matter? Either way we got to bring her to him-" said the guard who had finished moving the large door. "You know what the Pharaoh said about women we catch hanging around the palace, don't you?" he smiled at Amunet.

"Does it matter?" Amunet asked condescendingly. The guards all narrowed their eyes at her as she inched closer towards them.

"Just as you said, I will be brought to him.." Amunet suddenly began to step away from the guards, not turning her back away but drawing them away from the door and the side that Akefia lingered on.

"Either way," Amunet continued to step back slowly, the corner of her eye catching sight of Akefia suddenly behind the guard at the end of the group. Just as quickly as she had spotted him, Akefia's hands had covered the guard's mouth and slit his throat while pulling him into the shadows.

"I will be brought to him," she repeated. Stopping abruptly, Akefia had once again snuck up behind the guards, this time slamming two of their heads together and knocking them both out before dragging them back into the darkness. The final guard looked back only to find Akefia standing in front of the door, leaning on it casually while wiping his knife clean.

Before the guard could even draw his sword, Amunet had whipped off the gold chain that was around her hips and swung it around his neck, pulling back with all of her weight as she slowly choked him to death.

"You sure take a long time to do such simple tasks," Akefia grinned at Amunet, who rose from the lifeless body with the slightest look of pleasure glowing in her face.

"After you, milord," Amunet said bowing in a gesture which pointed to the open door.

Akefia crept up to the door and disappeared within the darkness once more, Amunet followed him once she had finished dragging the final guard's body to the others that Akefia had comically stacked in the corner of a dead end alley. They made their way around the palace with ease, Akefia was minimally surprised at how well Amunet could keep up and blend into the background when guards or servants were nearby. He had always known Amunet to be an exceptional thief, but he had never truly taken her seriously prior to working with her in this manner. As they scaled up the long wall leading to the floor Akefia was sure that the Pharaoh might be, Amunet paused by a nearby window, alerting him to stop as well. Amunet had heard mention of the Pharaoh as she was climbing and was curious as to what information she might be able to procure.

"He was in the middle of something with Aknadin when Mahad came bursting in, screaming about how the Temple of Bastet was robbed,"

"Do you know what they took?"

"No, I only know that whatever it was, the Pharaoh started laughing, almost as if he couldn't stop. It gave me chills, his laugh.."

"What happened then?"

"I'm guessing he went off with Mahad to the Temple, he wont be back till tomorrow morning probably. He only just left,"

Amunet looked up at Akefia who had yet to move a single muscle as he looked down at Amunet quizzically.

She climbed to close the gap between them, whispering,

"The Pharaoh has only just left," Amunet trembled as she spoke, scared of his reaction.

Akefia looked up to the sky, studying the moon for a second before grinning and saying,

"Back to our horse then."