Be Prepared

As Princess Isolt lay down to sleep that night, she felt a little tense. She had just escaped Bakura, who was trying to make her 'his', quoting him.

Why does he want me? I'm engaged... She thought.

Maybe for revenge against brother Ate? He seemed pretty mad at him and went on a rampage whenever she mentioned him.

The brunette's eyes closed as she drifted off, troubled.

Isolt blinked. She wasn't in her room.

This is a dream... She realized.

She looked around, squinting. It was dark.

She squirmed, noticing she was tied up on the ground, leaned up against something. A throne?

"H-hello?" She asked.

A chuckle sounded in the air.

"Hello my pretty."

The princess flinched. Bakura.

"What," The voice purred, "Not happy to see me?" He purred, cold hand stroking the princess' face.

Isolt shuddered. It made it worse that she couldn't see him.

Suddenly, more laughter sounded, and the lights flickered on.

There stood the thief king in all of his glory.. And his minions, Marik, Malik, and Malika.

A smirk was formed on all of the thieves faces.

Bakura brought Isolt to her feet, not caring if the rope burnt her delicate wrists.

Then he sat her on the throne, not untying her.

"I know that your powers of retention
Are as wet as a warthog's backside.."

As Bakura sang this, Isolt knew he was refering to the thieves because he had walked away from her and towards them.

He sneered. Isolt frowned. He really should treat his friends better..

"But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride."

After this, a smirk came on his face as he waved his hands over Marik's face, getting only the response of a stupid blink.

"It's clear from your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs.."

He turned away from them, his crimson cloak flowing.

The trembling princess gulped as he walked closer to her, trying to scoot away, but the throne left her little space to scoot.

He smirked as he turned from her for a moment. A sigh of relief escaped her. He wasn't coming for her.. yet.

"But we're talking kings and successions.."

And in an instant, he turned to Isolt startling her.

He grabbed her, pulling her close to him.

"Even you can't be caught unawares!"

Isolt gulped. The fear was apparent in the chocolate brown orbs.

"So prepare for a chance of a lifetime
Be prepared for sensational news."

What is he planning..? She thought.

"A shining new era
Is tiptoeing nearer."

Is he...? Planning on..? The princess thought in terror. Her thoughts were interrupted by Malika.

"And where do we feature?" She asked suspiciously.

Bakura chuckled.

"Just listen to teacher."

Malika frowned at this.

"I know it sounds sordid
But you'll be rewarded
When at last I am given my dues
And injustice deliciously squared!"

Bakura stared at Isolt as he sang this next part. It was a predatory look, like a lion cornering his prey.

"Be prepared!"

"Yeah, Be prepared!" Marik said, smirking, looking at Isolt.

"Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh...For what?" Malik asked, blinking stupidly.
Bakura snorted. "For the death of the Pharaoh!"

Isolt gasped. He was planning on killing brother!

Isolt's gasp was, of course, ignored.

Malik tilted his head. "Why? Is he sick?"
Malika smacked him as Bakura explained it. "No, fool- we're going to kill him. And Yugi and Queen Kiyra too."

No... Not Kiyra... Isolt thought in despair.
"Great idea! Who needs a Pharaoh?" Malika exclaimed, beaming.

"No Pharaoh! No Pharaoh! la-la-la-la-laa-laa!" Malik screeched, much like a little kid.

A smack sounded as Bakura smacked all three of them. "Idiots! There will be a Pharaoh!"

Malik pouted and rubbed his cheek. "Hey, but you said, uh..."

Bakura never let him finish. "I will be Pharaoh! ...Stick with me, and you'll be swimming in riches!" Bakura yowled out.

"Yaay! All right! Long live the king!" Malik exclaimed.

"Long live the king! Long live the king!" Marik and Malika screeched.

They began to sing out of joy.

"It's great that we'll soon be connected.
With a king who'll be all-time adored."

"Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected
To take certain duties on board.."

Bakura turned back to Isolt and lifted her up, pinning her against the wall.

Isolt blushed, squirmed, and squeaked as he did this. Bakura's eyes were filled with lust, she noticed. Blood lust.. and lust. Just pure lust.

"The future is littered with prizes
And though I'm the main addressee.."

Isolt gasped as the thief king's cool hand rested on her cheek for a moment, before he turned away from her. As he moved away, Isolt began to loosen her bonds.

"The point that I must emphasize is
You won't get a pence without me!"

The other thieves flinched slightly at Bakura's tone.

Laughter echoed in the cave.

"So prepare for the coup of the century
Be prepared for the murkiest scam!"

Isolt growled slightly. Not on my watch!

"Meticulous planning,
Tenacity spanning!"

Isolt gulped. This doesn't sound good for Atem... I have to get out!

"Decades of denial

Is simply why I'll

Be king undisputed!"

Soon Isolt finally got out of her bonds and cautiously got off of the throne. Bakura was too caught up to notice.

"Respected, saluted

And seen for the wonder I am!"

Isolt stumbled slightly giving herself away. The thief king stalked towards her. She turned and ran.

"Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared..Be prepared!"
A chuckle escaped Bakura's lips as she saw her run. This is a dream.. He mused to himself.

She seems to have forgotten that.

"My king what-"

Bakura looked up. "Get her. And bring her back here, in real life."

"Got it." Malika said as the three faded.

Bakura smirked as he stared after his princess.

"Silly princess... you weren't prepared."