My Lullaby (Before It's Too Late)

Welcome back to this lovely one shot thingy! This is the sequel to 'Be Prepared'. Enjoy.

Priestess dragon:

*bows* Thank you, thank you! I just love making the minions stupid, it gives me entertainment! I write to entertain myself really, but I enjoy receiving your reviews! :D

Rachel: Yes.. you should see how excited she gets...

Bakura: It's dumb.

Well Bakura fine. Now you don't get to win.

Bakura: But...

Nope.

Bakura: Rachel knock some sense into her!

Rachel: *shrugs* that's what you get for insulting her.

Bakura: But..

Mwahaha, Bakura you're probably going to end up winning anyways, I always want you to win. :3 Now onto the story!

Bakura: REVIEW Silver doesn't own anything!

Isolt struggled as she was brought back. Except that this wasn't a dream!

"Please let me go!" Isolt begged as she was pulled by Malika, Marik, and Malik.

"No can do hun." Malika said, making sure to pull Isolt's hair as they dragged her.

As soon as they got there, a gag was stuffed into Isolt's mouth and she was tied up.

Marik looked apologetic as he tied her up. "Sorry if this hurts.." He mumbled.

Isolt looked up at him with a pleading look.

"I'm sorry.. I can't." Marik whispered, an apologetic look in his eyes. Then he left her alone.

"Sleep, my little princess... Dream a lovely dream..."

Isolt's eyes drooped slightly, leaning against the wall.

"One day when I defeat your brother... You will be my Queen."

Isolt soon fell asleep against her will, trapping herself in a sleep filled with terror.

Bakura appeared near her along with the other three thieves.

"I've been exiled, persucuted
Left alone with no defense..."

The thief stroked his sleeping princess' face but he soon pulled away so he wouldn't ruin her pretty face.

"When I think of what the pharaoh did.. I get a little tense..."

At this, a pot was knocked over.

Malik and Marik jumped at this, surprised at their king's anger.

Malika, however, simply yawned. She wasn't really surprised, she knew he'd end up breaking something at one point or another.

The whitette took a deep breath to calm himself before turning back to the sleeping princess.

"But I dream a dream so pretty..
That I don't feel so depressed..
'Cause it soothes my inner kitty..
And it helps me get some rest.."

Bakura moved away from them all and jumped on top of the rock in the middle of the room.

Lightning struck as he did. It seemed like a storm was coming.

"The sound of the Pharaoh's dying gasp
My princess in my grasp
Queen Kiyra's mournful cry
That's my lullaby!"

Cheers sounded from all of the thieves besides Marik.

He didn't like this. Isolt was going to get hurt. He looked over at the sleeping princess. Perhaps..

Laughter echoed from where Bakura was.

"Now the past I've tried forgetting
And my foes I could forgive
Trouble is, I knows it's petty
But I hate to let them live."

"So you found yourself somebody who'd chase Kiyra up a tree." Malika said.

Bakura laughed maliciously. "Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me."

He jumped off the rock and in front of Marik. He gave him an 'I'm watching you' look.

"The melody of angry growls
A counterpoint of painful howls
A symphony of death, oh my!
That's my lullaby!"

"The people of Kul Elna are gone... but Bakura's still around
To get our revenge.."

Isolt whimpered in her sleep.

Marik glanced over at her. He was hit on the shoulder by Malika.

"Focus!" She hissed.

"I won't rest till she learns the pharaoh is a killer
With a lust for being bad!"

Malika sneered at the sleeping princess. To her, the girl was just a big brat.

Bakura should be mine! She thought spitefully.

"Sleep, ya little termite!" She said spitefully.

She began to stutter when she got glares from Bakura and Marik.
"Uh- I mean, precious little girl!"

Malik yawned boredly. "One day when we defeat your brother..."

Bakura smirked. "You will be my queen!"

Malika raged inwardly.

"The pounding of the drums of war! The thrill of the thief king's mighty sword!" Bakura exclaimed.

Malik smirked at this. "The joy of vengeance!"

"Testify!" Malika exclaimed, trying to get Bakura's attention.

"I can hear the cheering." Bakura said, not noticing Malika.

"Bakura! What a guy!" They all chanted.

"Payback time is nearing
And then our flag will fly
Against a blood-red sky
That's my lullaby!"

Bakura then turned to his fellow thieves to only find Malik and Malika standing there.

"Where is Marik?!" He demanded.

Malik shrugged. "He left. Said he had business."

Bakura growled slightly. "No matter. We shall win this war! Gather the men. Malika, stay here and guard my princess."

Malika nodded. "Of course my king."

Bakura turned and left.

The wind blew through Marik's hair as he rode through the desert.

I must warn the Pharaoh! The Princess shall not get hurt!

Marik rode faster as he pictured the princess sleeping in Bakura's chambers at this moment.

I must get to the palace... and soon!

Before it's too late!