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The Inn on the outskirts of Egypt was always a tad bit rowdy, though it was the only Inn within miles that tended to thieves and robbers. Some men came and went during the late eve, sharing their plans with one another. Others traded goods, keeping themselves in a little circle that ironically supported one another.
Whenever Y/N visited the Inn, she would keep her garbs loosely against her skin, covering over the bridge of her face. The top of her garb covered her hair, while the loose garb hid her femininity. The only resounding feature that the Inn keeper had ever recognized upon the young woman was her piercing y/e/c eyes.
Striding into the Inn, she scanned the room with her y/e/c eyes dully, before stepping over to the Inn Keeper's desk. The young woman gave him a glance before setting down a generous pile of gold, her lips smirking underneath her garbs. As she set the gold down rather loudly, it made a clanging noise upon the wooden desk.
"Ah, the usual?" The Inn Keeper stuttered out. Though the man dealt with various robbers and thieves daily, the woman that kept her identity hidden had always made the man uneasy. Despite his stutter, his mouth practically watered at the amount of gold that sat upon his desk. His arms reached around it, pulling it in to set it in his safe.
As his attention was back upon the young woman, she simply nodded before making her way to the far corner of the room. Robbers that filled the Inn muttered about the masked mystery man that always seemed to intimidate them. Her ears took in each and every word that was loud enough, and she couldn't help smirking to herself as she shot glares in the directions of the unruly men.
The Inn Keeper had given her food that she had quickly devoured. It was the cleanest food upon the Inn Keeper's menu, and the only thing that the woman could eat without moving her facial mask. As she was finishing up, another unruly man entered the establishment.
Her y/e/c eyes strolled over to the man, and once her eyes landed upon him, she could not seem to remove them. The man had hair as white as the clearest clouds, which jutted outward in a somewhat messy fashion, while his bluish eyes had definitely seen some wear and tear. Underneath his left eye, a generous scar mussed his roughly tanned skin, and something about the man's whole aura drew her interest in.
As her y/e/c eyes peeled from him, as to not arise suspicion, she realized that she was not the only one who's attention was drawn to the red robed man. After he placed a bracelet of pure gold, likely worth more than the whole establishment, all eyes had focused upon the man that received plate after plate of food. He was truly an animal, absorbing the food messily, plate after plate.
After about his fifth plate, she could hear someone had walked over to the door, locking the Inn. Something odd went through her body as she saw the men in the building going towards the clearly forgien bandit hungrily. The pursuit started generally harmless, though as the woman was a robber herself, she knew they meant harm as soon as they saw his gold.
"You think you're gonna share some of that gold?" She heard one of the men that was close to the stranger say.
Y/N had seen the man speaking before, and knew how much of a lightweight he was off of just a little ale. For now, she simply watched the interaction, though her lips were curled downward into a grimace. These men are pathetic, she thought to herself.
"It looks like you have plenty to share with everyone," another said, his smirk clear against his features.
Though the man did not stop eating his food, his bluish eyes glanced over to the men, quickly understanding the situation that he had been brought into. He still tore into the meat as the men surrounded him, and Y/N wondered what could be going through the man's head. "I'm not sharing," she could hear the man say messily between bites.
Even his animalistic nature seemed to draw the young woman in, and she nearly chuckled at the man's antics. Unfortunately, she had no time to chuckle as she saw that one of the robbers had already brought a weapon to the scene. Where there's one, there's likely many, she thought to herself, before fishing down her own garments to garnish her own weapon.
Gripping it tightly, she moved so that she was already behind the first man she had seen with a weapon. Though her sleeve hid her hand, the blade was clear against the man's throat who threatened the one she fancied from afar. She pressed it tightly against the man's throat as a warning.
"A-ah!" The man who she held the knife to exclaimed sharply, causing all attention to be turned towards him.
"The Murderous Mute has an opinion in this matter?" One person said, shock and offense clear in his tone.
"Maybe he thinks he's going to kill all of us and walk away with the gold?" Another chimed in.
Her eyes narrowed upon the men, and as she felt someone else attempt to come at her, she quickly moved her other arm to slice the man. The other thief who attempted to harm her was now holding his bloodied arm upon the floor beside the group, and she could not help but smirk under her mask. Y/N's eyes dared the other men to try something.
"Maybe if the mute would talk," another said, and within moments two men launched at her.
She moved from the spot that she was, throwing the man she held the knife to his throat onto the ground, as far away from the stranger she took a fancy to could muster. As the two men came at her, she quickly spun around, managing to punch one of the men in the face. The other she quickly kneed, and both were on the ground, already working to get up again.
The stranger that was still eating his food had turned his attention to Y/N as she fought off the men, acting as if he was simply enjoying a little dinner theater. As he tore into the meat, he smirked a little bit, mildly impressed by the individual he was watching. How interesting, he thought as he splattered some of his meat upon one of the other thief's faces.
"Don't think you're in the clear yet," the man who was now wiping meat juices off his face growled out at the white haired male, about to grab him.
Y/N quickly noticed this, fighting off the other's temporarily to knock the other man to the ground. I'll likely never be welcome here again, she thought to herself, stifling a chuckle as she watched the man collapse onto the floor. Her y/e/c eyes glanced over at the white haired male, before realizing that she had managed to gain his attention. Without thinking, she winked at him before whacking another man with the hilt of her blade.
One man did manage to cut the young woman, though she barely even flinched as she fought the men off. As she was getting closer to the point that she would either need to splatter the Inn with blood or use her voice, she let out a frustrated growl. It was the first thing that any of the men had ever heard come out of her mouth in the years that she had been coming to the Inn to rest between jobs.
"Leave him be before I paint the walls with your blood," she growled out, her y/e/c eyes glowering at the men. Her voice was almost demonic as she spoke, though clearly feminine, and all eyes were suddenly upon her. The men's eyes were wide with a mix of shock and fear, while the white haired man that she had been protecting had even stopped eating to stare at her.
The men scurried quickly out of the Inn, while the woman smirked inwardly at herself as she watched them leave. With the other bandits gone, the only two left in the Inn were Y/N and the white haired stranger. She relished in the silence, allowing herself to let out a breath that she had been holding in, before starting to retreat to her chair.
Before she had, the white haired male reached to grab the woman's arm, and her eyes quickly went wide. As he grasped her arm, he could feel her femininity, just the slightest bit, and was nearly sure of his accusation by this point. "Are you...?" The white haired male asked, not yet letting go of her wrist.
"Female?" She finished his sentence, before letting out a huff. "Yes, I guess my cover was finally blown." Aggravated, she removed her head garment, as well as her face, showing her lightly pouted lips and y/h/c hair. Her y/e/c eyes glanced back to the man, meeting with his bluish eyes with a somewhat shameful look.
The way his lips curled upward, his bluish eyes widening at his realization. Within moments, the man had already stood, slightly towering over the woman as he stood. She was initially taken aback by his quick actions, and attempted to retract her arm hastily from his grasp, which he held quite firmly. "It is you," he said fondly, excitement clear in tone. "Y/N."
She tilted her head in confusion for a moment, before studying his handsome features once more. From the moment he walked into the Inn, she could not seem to take her eyes off of him, and yet now she had finally put two and two together. Her own eyes widened as she stared up at the man, her lips stretched upward into a smile. "Bakura?" She asked curiously.
Within moments, the hand that held her wrist was now wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards the man's exposed chest. His lips had quickly captured the woman's plush lips, both parties chapped from their own lifestyles. As soon as his lips captured her own, they moved surprisingly slowly, relishing in the wonderous feeling.
Her breath hitched in her throat, as she felt she could have allowed tears to rain from her y/e/c eyes. Quickly closing her own, she pressed her lips against his chapped ones, lightly tasting what he had just been devouring moments prior. Heart speeding in her chest, she brought her hands up to wrap her arms around his neck, hands entangled in white fluffy hair.
I should have recognized Bakura from a mile away, she thought to herself as his tongue did not even request access before plunging into her mouth. She hummed in delight as she felt the man explore her mouth like an explorer, memorizing each and every crevice. I can't believe he's still alive.
As the two finally separated, he rested his forehead against her own, his smile radiating like the brightest sun. "I thought you were dead," he chuckled out softly. He held the woman close to him, savoring the feeling of her resting in his arms.
"Everyone does, Bakura," she said with a laugh, her lips practically smirking as she spoke. "Granted, now that I've blown my cover, I won't be around here again."
"Come with me," he urged, his voice holding excitement as he spoke.
Though she was not sure where she would be going, she would have followed Bakura to the ends of the earth. Knowing how she felt about the man, and one day maybe knowing that she could tell him, she had agreed to come with him. Never did she know that she would be aiding the creation of the end of the world.