Lover of a Thief: A Bakura story Part 2 Kidnapped? (Silva-sama's)

~Recap~Bakura galres at him. "You could kill her. In fact,maybe we should do that now!" (Correct,no?*has knives thrown at her*Okay okay I'll end you suffering now)~Start~ You glare right back. "You idiot! Then he'll have wasted bringing me here in the first place. Also,as he pointed out,I have connections to the priests." Marik starts. "When did I point that out?" You hit yourself in the forehead with the heel of your hand. And these are the most wanted thieves in the Empire? Then you sigh and explain,"The preist,a suck-up,sonofabitch preist,bathered to call me by NAME. And I,with my incredible fighting skills,actually bothered to listen and obey him. Therefore,we have a serious connection that can be used against us. Ya got it now?" That's when you notice the bandage around your wrist,the one you'd used to block,and are too busy examining it to notice the looks of open supicion that they throw you. Frowning,you touch the bandage gingerly. Then you bring it to your mouth and snap through it with your sharp canine tooth. They stare as you unwind the banadage,baring your wrist. Then Marik gasps. "Y-your wrist...!" You smirk. "I said I was a demon,did I not?" You flex your wrist,the rapidly-fading scar there darkening before thier eyes. "There's your proof of it,I'm not human."





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Well,I have to go take a teast in English now,so I gotta go. Otherwise,Fait will skin me alive. ^.^ Besides,that nasty little nusiance is creeping up on me again.....and no,it's not Bakura(inside joke for Saraki). IT'S WRITER'S BLOCK!!! The next part might take a while,I warn you now.
DAMN YOU FAITH(Me: Hey,she's not THAT bad....)

*Looks at above option* Dude,you need those pills that calm you down,and you need 'em bad.(Me:No shee doesn't,'cuz that would mean I need 'em....)

Ohhh....okay. I hope you don't get jumped by Bakura again! ^_^(Me: 0_0....How did you know about that?!?!?! *Calls into another room* Bakura I think we have another stalker!!!)

Bakura's eyes narrow. "She's only been out of it two hours,and you said it took about three to get here. Impossible for such a wound to heal in so short a time. What magic did you use,chit?" Your scowl is enough to cause him to unconsiously take a step back. "I'm no chit, you dirty whoreson,but for the record nothing's impossible. Only improbable." Stretching out your arms,your joints crack all the way up from your wrists to your shoulders. Suddenly,you look Marik in the eyes. "Yo,lemme borrow that cloak of yours." He nearly jumps out of his skin,your eyes are so sharply focused on him that it's creeping him out. "Wha- What the hell for?!" You roll your eyes,holding up a dagger you'd slipped from a calf sheath. "Obvious reasons. They'll never.....'train'...with me if they know I"m a girl." He stares in desbelief. "Train? With WHOM?!" "The guards," you answer paitently,"who just happen to be hanging around outside that door waiting for the order to storm this place. I shall....'distract'....them by, well,kicking their asses,while you two get away and hide safely only Ra knows where. I'll be too busy with the guards to see where you go." His eyes narrow. "And why in Selik's seven hells would you do us a favor like that?"
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You smirk,and your shapr canines flash. "I may not be a thief,but I know a kindred spirit when I see one. You two have the same relentless drive as me,just not the same goals or reasons." Both thier eyes are narrowed now,and you chuckle. "That and I recognize the scent and voices of two of the guards and I have a bone to pick with 'em over the insults they don't think I can hear that they say to one another when I walk by. There's NO WAY IN HELL I could pass up such a perfect opportunity for revenge. You guys just get to take advantage of that,that's all." You leap over them both,snagging Marik's loose hood on the way and his cloak falls from him,wrapping around you in one smooth move,getting a perfect killer's grip on your dagger as you do. "It's about time that filthy whoreson Akhim paid for calling me a dyke, a slut,and a bitch."
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You step out the door,hood up,and slam it shut,calling on one of the many abilities that it's not widely known you posess. Bakura's voice,silk-smooth and velvety soft,comes from the darkness inside your hood. "May I ask for whom you are looking?" The voice changes,twisting to become dark,evil,and with just a touch of insanity as you draw our broadsword with your free hand. "Cuz if you're lookin' fer the King of Thieves,you got 'im!!!" You jump into their ranks,slicing left and right,and see a pair of shadows flit by out of the corner of your eye. Then you return your attention to battle and stab Ahkim directly in the chest,over his heart. After a lengthy battle,you are dragged(in chains)back to the Pharaoh's palace. Once inside the walls, you throw back your hood. "Summon the Pharaoh to the Throne Room," you snarl. Your command is instantly obeyed,and once he has entered the throne room(you were there and waiting for him)you snap the chains like they were a weak silk thread,which- to you- they are. Each link six inches thick.

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Chains trailing,you bow mockingly to Atem before settling back onto a couch. "It's good to be back." He crosses his arms over his chest. "Care to explain what the hell happened,Kil?" You grin. "I was weak from blood loss,so I let whoever it was carry me off,and as soon as I recovered sent 'em packing. Then I had to deal with your guards,who brought me here. he usual shit." He sighs. "I'm beginning to count both your arrivals and departures as a bad thing,you know that? You took out three full regiments and half of a fourth befor eyou were stopped!!!" You laugh. "You need better soldiers." You hear him make a sound of frutstration deep in this throat. "Oh,hush,Pharaoh-boy. You know how I get once first blood is shed." He puts his hand over his eyes. "Yeah,I know. I wish I didn't,but I know. Go to my rooms,Kil,and take you some rest. You probably need it after a good night's slaughter." You yawn,then get up. "Alright. But YOU'RE takin the couch." He smiles weakly. "As always. Sleep tight,my dear Kilania;I have only dealt with you grumpy once,and I have no desire to deal with you grumpy ever again in my life."
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You stand,grinning. "I know,I"m scary when I'm sleep-deprived. See you in the morning.... maybe." You walk to his chmabers and sink into the bed,then wrap yourself in the covers,close your eyes,and fall into the black void of sleep. You wake to voices. Familiar voices,in fact. You sharpen your ears,thinking,talk about deja v. "Bakura,this is bad." You can tell Bakura frowns from his voice. "Why,what's wrong?" The covers that hide your face from view are gently pulled away from your chin,the barest of movements. "Look familiar?" You hear a sharp intake of breath. "Oh shit! Marik,what's SHE doing here?! These are the Pharaoh's rooms!!" You stir slightly,then feel gentle hands stroking your hair and face soothingly. "Keep it down Bakura," he hisses. "I have a feeling this one would NOT like being woken. You remember what she did to those guards." A slight shudder runs through the hands,then they steady. Bakura says softly,"I'll never forget. But I have one question. Is she's here.....where's the Pharaoh?" One of the hands brushes your neck,and out of reflex you wrab the wrist,bolting up in bed. Pretending to just come awake,your eyes trace up the arm attached to the wrist until you come to the violet eyes,wide with suprise and a touch of fear in thier depths. The edge of your mouth curls up.

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"Why,I'll be damned. If it isn't Marik again....where's your partner?" He looks around. "Bakura? Bakura where'd you go? Aw shit,don't leave me all alone with her!" You suddenly grin,wide. "He didn't leave. Not enough time. Look up there,luv." You nod to a shadowed corner of the ceiling. You hear Bakura's sigh,then he drops down and comes to stand next to Marik. "So,we woke you. What now?" You shrug,letting go of Marik's wrist. "I could kill you for waking me,but I'm just not in the mood. I'm more tired than anything,really....I just wanna sleep..." You yawn,and your jaw cracks. THen you look over to the couch. Atem isn't there,and you frown. "Pharaoh-boy should be there,asleep,unless....dammit,here we go again!!" You stand,then go to the window,looking down into the courtyard. "ATEM!!! What have I told ya 'bout messin with m'swords?! My swords are instruments of murder,NOT TOYS!!!!!" he winces,hiding the sword behind his back. "I know.....but your swords are the most well-balanced! I can't really wield any other sword!" You roll your eyes. "That because I forge my own swords. That and you aren't nearly as good as you would be if you acutally TRAINED every day!!" You pause. "And besides,you don't even hold that broadsword properly. Go put it away." He hangs his head,looking like a scolded child. "Yes'm. Right away. Regular rack?" You nod. "Right. And hang it point-down this time."

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You turn back to the room,and see the shocked faces of Bakura and Marik. "You....you just told off the Pharaoh!" You tuck some hair behind your ear. "Of couse. Me swords are valuable weapons,not an amature swordsmen's playthings. He knows that." Then you yawn again. "Look you two,I wanna go to sleep. If you came to kill the Pharaoh,I warn you that I guard him and tell you to leave now. After all," you grin maliciously,"you saw what I did to those guards,didn't you?" Bakura shudders. "We saw. And we never want to see again,if you please. That gave even US nightmares." You chuckle. "Alright then. Just go already,I want to sleep."
Bakura suddenly looks at the ground,and mutters something under his breath,something you could almost swear was....'sorry'. Then you feel a familiar sharp pain at the back of your neck. Darkness,who you're getting real well aquianted with,envelops you....AGAIN. You wake to familiar voices a third time,wondering exactly how fast this would get old. "Bakura,you should never have taken her. She'll murder us both when she wakes up." Bakura tells him osftly,"No she wont'. I chained her in the dungeon,and not even she can get out of this one. I used the strength-draining chains,just to be safe. But once she's free.....I shudder to think what'll become of us." You tug on the manacles,then examine them closely. They have a magical quality,and not only do they drain strength,but they drain magical energies as well. You growl. You've only been helpless once before,and you highly islike the memories. You despise the state. You hear a scuffle outside,then Bakura whispers,"She's awake." You stand,then grit your teeth and yank.
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The resulting crack indicates a disolcated shoulder,but your muscles remember nineteen hard years of training,of killing,of fighting for the right of every next breath,and you yank again. After three more yanks both shoulder are disolacted and you can't move your arms anymore so you sit back down. The door opens,slowly. "GIrl.....someone wants to see you."
*END PART TWO!*
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Alright, that's all for now! It will take awhile since AOL was a bitch to keep her from us this long. Anyway, See ya in the next exciting enstallment! good night, Folks! *walks off stage*