Author's Notes: So, do I have a chapter for you all! Good gravy! We are finally coming up to the chapters that I've written some time ago, in their entirety. I hope you all enjoy this one because from here the story is going to get a little more... um...um... Well, lets just say that you'll enjoy it. Hopefully...

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

Akefia brought Amunet on multiple raids for several weeks after that, her skill and ability never ceasing to amaze him. When they would return, sometimes on the way back to the camp they would stop at the oasis, cleaning themselves off before giving into the temptation of being alone with each other once more. On one particular night, Amunet was standing next to Marik and a few other men, watching as Akefia gutted a man in the midst of a raid. Amunet could handle watching and even handling viscera like this, however, for some reason Amunet ran from the scene, immediately alerting Akefia. He grabbed his knife out of the now lifeless body before making his way through his men and finding her outside the villa on all fours, throwing up. Collecting her hair and pulling it back, she continued to wretch, croaking out "sorry," whenever she got a chance. When she seemed like she had nothing left, Akefia picked her up and carried her around, to the back of the house which had a small well. Grabbing her a bucket of water, Amunet washed her hands and mouth out before dipping her entire head into the bucket.

"Feeling better?"

"…Yes, forgive me. I don't know why I…" she trailed off, clutching her head as she tried to make sense of what had just happened.

"Don't think about it too much, we all have our moments," he said, rather uncharacteristically.

Amunet raised an eyebrow, "You?"

Akefia laughed heartily, "No, not I," he said petting her wet head.

"Never?"

"Not once,"

Amunet smiled up at him in a mixture of admiration and devotion.

"You got a few more kills left in you or you wanna leave?"

"I have got at least four left in me," she smirked devilishly.

"Let's get going then, before my men have all the fun,"

"Yes, my King," she said, still smiling up at him as he extended his hand towards her.

Amunet's nightmares came back with full force that night, foregoing all the progress that she had made since Akefia first made love to her. Akefia woke in the middle of the night to Amunet weeping and screaming, which he forcefully had to pry her out of sleep in order to stop it. Every night after that, the nightmares were so severe that she would often wake up by herself in a cold sweat, shaking and crying in Akefia's arms. She felt as though something was triggered deep within her that night she had watched Akefia gut the man in front of her, but she couldn't comprehend why. During the days Amunet felt too sick to even eat anything and also feared doing so in case she spilled her guts once more. She also began wringing the material of her skirt whenever she was left alone to her thoughts, deeply afraid for whatever was plaguing her. Akefia would catch her at different times, her hands twisting the fabric to the extent that holes began to appear. He didn't want to allow her to accompany him on any more raids, but he was too concerned about her strange behavior to leave her by herself for more than a few hours at a time. After the sixth night, Amunet woke up to a cold sweat again, feeling extremely nauseous. She ran outside and heaved the entire contents of her stomach. Akefia was standing behind her seconds after, watching her cough and her eyes tearing as she tried to speak.

"Don't apologize, I'll send for the healer in the morning," he said, his arms crossed as he pondered what ailment could be effecting Amunet to this extent.

"A spirit is plaguing me, trying to tell me something, but my dreams are too.." Amunet paused, choking on her words slightly as she continued. "Horrible things, almost like visions that I can't bear to witness," she said quietly. Her face straining to keep herself together as she looked up at Akefia apologetically, turning away and heaving once more.

"You don't think it has anything to do with those gold pieces, do you?" Akefia said, stepping forward and pulling back her hair as she coughed.

"I couldn't wear them again without having the necklace, the souls used to forge those items died as slaves to the Pharaoh, he must be able to manipulate them," she said, her voice hoarse. "However, I believe this to be unrelated," she said, turning to Akefia with a sheepish smile on her face.

"Come on, lets get you back into bed. My pet," he said, picking her up and taking her back inside their tent.

Amunet stared off into the ceiling where she saw the sun attempting to pour through the thick fabric of the tent, wondering how could she face Akefia after what the healer had explained to her. Her stomach was in a knot and her hands gripped her skirt, twisting it while attempting to relax. An hour had passed and unable to face telling, she soon drifted off to sleep. Akefia came in some time after, and upon seeing her sleeping form he decided not to disturb her. Yet, he couldn't fail to notice how her hands clutched lightly at her skirt, which was very wrinkled. Raising an eyebrow, he knew this habit of hers and figured that the healer must have said something for her to become upset.

"Amunet," he said gently, getting closer to her as he spoke.

Her eyebrows knotted at the noise, but she remained asleep.

"Amunet," he said louder, brushing his hand on her face and moving her hair, "Amunet, wake up,"

Opening her eyes and seeing him, Amunet felt slightly relieved until she realized that she wasn't ready to talk to him.

Seeing the panic in her eyes, "What's wrong?" he asked. "Did he put you to sleep?"

Suddenly struggling for air, not just words, she breathed heavily before responding, "No, I was just tired,"

"Well, what did he say? Bit by a snake or something? Spirit haunting you? Why have you been so sick and-" he stopped as Amunet had started wringing her skirt once more.

"I…I.." she sputtered out.

"Mhmmmmmmmmm?" Akefia mumbled impatiently.

"You won't hit me?" her face contorting in several different emotions at once.

He stared at her dumbstruck for a moment before opening his mouth slowly to speak, choosing his words carefully, "Why would I hit you?"

"Because, I…" she shook her head, unable to speak. "I did something that I shouldn't have done.."

Ready for something horrible but couldn't possibly comprehend what it could be, Akefia swallowed dryly before asking as calmly as he could muster, with the slight mocking tone he was famous for, "And what would that be?"

She was wringing the fabric of her skirt so tightly that it started to tear because of the force behind it.

"I.."

Akefia was starting to lose his patience, and fighting back the urge to scream at her, he got up and started to walk out the tent. Stopping the moment he began to step outside, Akefia had wrangled it out of Amunet, who blurted the truth out so quickly that he did not hear her. Turning around, he looked at her quizzically, "What was that again?"

Amunet had tears streaming down her face as she stared at her hands. She mumbled it again, but still Akefia could not hear her. She jumped as he laughed forcefully, unable to take a second longer without breaking his cool demeanor.

"Amunet, I am not going to hit you, have I ever hit you?" he asked, amused slightly.

"No, its not that, it's just.." she looked up at him. "If my dreams are anything representative of what will happen, I'm scared," she said, looking back down at her hands.

"What are you scared of then?" he said, walking over to her and getting on his knees.

"I'm with child," she said.

Akefia blinked, not moving any other muscle as he processed what she had just said.

Amunet squinted, expecting her extremely moody thief to do anything but what he was about to. She felt his arms envelop her and his lips met hers while more tears rolled down her face.

"How could I ever hurt you? Have you no faith in your King?" he asked with a smirk.

"You're not mad?"

"You should know by now, my little Amunet, you're anything but my slave. Although you still belong to me, body and soul, have you not realized that I, similarly, belong only to you?" he asked into the bend of her neck.

"Truly?" she asked, crying slightly as he brought his face back to hers and stared in her grey eyes.

"I had to capture you just so I could have you near me," he said grinning mischievously.

Amunet laughed, crying still as he embraced her once more.

"Tell me," he cooed into her ear.

"My King, I love you," she whispered.