Can't Hurry Love
Chapter 9: Rule Were Meant to be Broken
By: Winter Peacecraft-Yuy and Oreana Hashiba

Winter: Prepare for a long ass chappie!

Disclaimer: …I think we all know this routine by now…

"Why must you fight with me every time I try and help you?" Prince Yugi asked, trying to keep Naunet's damaged arm still.

"I am doing fine on my own and I don't need some leprechaun to help me out!" She snapped flinching in pain a bit.

"If you keep moving that arm around like that, those wounds will never heal!" The young Prince sighed, watching her jerk away from him. Seeing that this would get him nowhere, he looked up at Bakura who was just sitting on the opposite side of the bed with a neutral expression upon his face.

"Will you calm her down? She's your helper after all!"

Bakura looked slowly up at the prince than back down at Naunet. "Stop moving, slave!" He ordered in a strict, loud tone. Not enjoying the sound of him being angry, Naunet finally gave in and stopped squirming about so Yugi could look at her arm once more.

The young prince began to unwrap Naunet's arm once more. Seeing that things were a bit calmer, Layle entered the room.

"Prince Yugi? What is going on in here?"

"The usual," Yugi sighed, getting the bandage off. "Naunet's screaming at me and Bakura's being of little help to restrain her."

That comment alone angered Bakura not wishing to have the little twerp speak about him in such a manor. Since he would possibly be beheaded if he spoke crossly at the Prince, he took it out on Layle's presence.

"And just what the hell gave you the idea to come strolling in here without my authorization?"

Layle flinched at the tone in his voice that frightened her, "I heard my sister screaming and I thought it would be alright to investigate…" Layle said, bowing her head.

"Calm down a bit, Bakura," Isis's voice remarked from behind Layle. "Is it not alright for her to be worried about her elder sister?"

Seeing that Bakura was about to snap at Isis for her choice of words, Yugi intervened.

"Naunet, your arm will heal but I am afraid that scars will form where you have cut yourself." Looking over at Layle and Isis, he continued, "Isis, my big brother could use your assistance right now I am sure. As for you Layle, next time ask before entering Naunet's chambers."

Isis excused herself from Yugi's presence as the prince got off the bedside, walking towards the door himself. Layle looked over at the young prince and whispered, "What the hell was that suppose to mean?"

Yugi looked over his shoulder to see that Bakura was too busy examining Naunet's body to lip-read so he whispered back, "Next time, don't get caught by Bakura…" He winked as he headed out the door.

Layle looked over at Bakura who was now frowning at her, "Get out before I destroy Marik's only worker!" He threatened with a growl.

Marik heard his friend's threats and gripped onto Layle's shoulder, trying to direct her out of Naunet's chambers. "I will keep a better eye on her from now on," Marik promised.

Layle walked back to her bedroom with Marik behind her, "Get in there!" He ordered, shoving the young girl on her bed. "You dare backtalk to me with my elder sister in the room? You have some nerve there, slave…"

"Why am I not allowed to see her?" Layle demanded to know from where she was on the bed.

"You are not allowed to see her without my consent! You are not allowed to even breathe without me telling you that you can!" Marik grumbled, shaking his finger at her. "I thought you had learned that by now or are you just slow?"

Layle frowned, looking away from Marik not enjoying this pep talk in the least. She tried to refrain from getting up and punching him for his insults but she was forgetting a few things. I will be nothing more than his 'slave girl'… She thought miserably

-

"Why did you do that to her?" Naunet asked once Layle was forced out of the room. Bakura looked crossly down at the young woman. "Should she not be allowed to speak to me like Marik and you do?"

"Did you enjoy those cuts?" Bakura asked sourly. "Because I can always create new ones if you continue to backtalk to me like you are.

"But Layle is the only family I have and I really miss seeing her around…I mean, ever since she has been helping Marik," Naunet sighed, closing her eyes. "I rarely see her as often as I like…"

Bakura was silent after hearing this for he was dwelling on his past a bit. "Humph," He grunted, turning his back to her. "Be grateful you know that part of your family is still alive."

Naunet wondered what he meant. She would have asked if her arm wasn't paining her so much. Bakura looked over his shoulder to see that she was questioning his statement with her eyes. "My family and friends were destroyed due to a fire that was spread throughout my town and I was the only who escaped. Now-I am going to get revenge for what he did…"

Naunet was silent still wondering why he was telling her this now of all times. She watched nervously as Bakura got up off the side of the bed and just stood there looking down to the side. "So just be damn grateful we let you see her at all!"

"You family was destroyed…? How horrible…"

Bakura laughed evilly at Naunet's comment. "Don't act like you care!"

"How can I when I am not acting?" Naunet asked angrily. She flinched in pain as she struggled to switch to her side so she could see him better. "I am sorry to hear that and if I weren't so weak, I'd help you do something about it!"

Seeing as how she could no longer do this, she gripped onto Bakura's red cape for support making him feel a bit angered that she would dare touch him without his permission first. "Whoever the bastard was obviously doesn't deserve to live after doing such a thing…"

"Oh?" Bakura asked, taking his cape back, causing Naunet to lie out in front of him in more pain. "So, tell me-" Bakura gripped onto her chin lightly. "-do you say this because you wish to get on my good side or because you truly care?"

Naunet looked up at him with her weary eyes and answered, "Just because I may care about you, doesn't necessarily mean the things I do and say are to get on your good side, my Lord. Nobody deserves to have their family and friends taken away at the mere blink of an eye."

"My Lord?" He questioned, reciting the title she gave him. "I do believe that only the Pharaoh is called that and I, being under his class, have never been address this way by a slave girl."

"My mas-"

"I never said I did not approve," Bakura interrupted Naunet before she could correct herself.

Getting tired, Naunet began to close her eyes but reopened them once she felt her master's finger outlining her quivering mouth. Not knowing for sure if it would be all right for her to do so, Naunet took his finger into her mouth and massaged it with her tongue. When he took his finger back, Bakura knelt down beside the bed so he was at eye level with her. Naunet's blue eyes explored Bakura's brown as if both were looking for something from the other.

Feeling exhausted once more, Naunet began to close her eyes but once again, Bakura's hands touching her caused her to reopen them. His cold, rough hands were touching her cheeks but all she could do was stare at him wondering what he wanted. Seeing as how Naunet's body was too weak for her to move it about on her own Bakura got back to his feet and tried situating her body in his arms so he could place her back in the bed she was given. Naunet let out a few moans of disapproval feeling the pain creep over her body.

"Hush now," He ordered silently as he got her under the covers.

"It still hurts," Naunet complained trying to suppress her pain best she could.

To stop her from complaining, Bakura pressed his mouth against hers forcefully, catching the young woman by surprise. With her good arm she reached up and ran her fingers through his white hair as he kissed her with his tongue. The kiss, however, did not last long.

Bakura eventually pulled away and shook his head. "No, no-if I did anything else, I would possibly end up killing you and-we wouldn't want that now would we…?" There was something eerie in his tone that stuck a cord in Naunet but she reframed from trying to show how frightened she was.

Bakura left her there on the bed as he got up to go to his room. "Those wounds must heal first before anything is to be done further…"

Naunet watched as he shut the door to his chambers behind him making Naunet bang her head into the pillow. "By the Gods…I hate my life…!" She remarked to herself wishing he had taken it a step further. "It's so unfair!"

-

"Answer me!" Marik demanded, looking down at Layle with anger in his eyes. "I thought you understood the rules by now."

Layle, having had enough of his smartass mouth, stood up, "Oh, excuse me my humble master. I momentarily forgot my place in the world."

Marik frowned, "Watch your tone, slave. You speak to a man who could easily end your life."

"No," The young Egyptian continued, "I'm speaking to a spoiled brat who is nothing more than a mere boy. Naunet is my only family and I'll be damned if I can't see her. You better thank the Gods that you at least have other family besides Miss Isis. My parents have been dead for eight years and Naunet and I have lived a horrible, harsh life. We've nearly died countless times from starvation and dehydration. While you and everyone in this palace have lived in luxury and anything you wanted was handed to you on a silver platter. So don't you dare tell me I cannot see my elder sister. If you tell me I can't see you her again, you will know pain."

Layle was met with a harsh slap to her face. Her head flew to the side as she reached up, fingering the red spot. She looked at Marik, who still had his hand out from the slap.

"I've never allowed a slave to speak to me like that and you will not either," Marik growled, his violet eyes narrowing into slits. "You are a slave, nothing more than dirt beneath my feet. You will respect me and treat me with authority like you would the pharaoh."

Layle reared forward, her fist connecting with Marik's face hard, making him fall back on the ground, "Why should I treat you like I would the Pharaoh Atemu or Prince Yugi? You're nothing more than a slave to them so don't you even start talking about ranking, Marik!"

Marik held his jaw as he stared up at the Egyptian slave girl. Never had one of his slaves hit him, but yet it felt somewhat good. It peeked his interest; however, he wouldn't stop from reprimanding the girl for her actions. He stood up quickly, but was stopped by Layle and thrown on the bed, the girl straddling his waist.

"Listen here, master, high-ranking official or not, I've never let any male, or female for that matter, do what you just did to me. You better be damn glad that I respect his majesty and Prince Yugi enough to stay here. If it wasn't for that or the fact that my sister is here, I would've already killed you, cut your body into miniscule pieces, and buried them at random points in Egypt. I may be a slave, but I'm not someone you can walk all over," Layle's voice was dangerously low and her eyes sparkled with deadly intent.

Before Marik could say or think anything, Layle bent down and placed a hot kiss on his lips. It was so unexpected that Marik didn't know how to react and was frozen in shock. And again, before he could actually respond, Layle pulled back and gazed into his face.

Layle, on the other hand, was shocked at herself for what she just did. She didn't know why she kissed me, but she just felt compelled to do so. She touched her lips lightly and her eyes watered at the thought of the punishment she could receive for doing such an act. Without another thought, Layle quickly got off Marik and ran straight for the door opening it quickly.

"Wait!" Marik called out. He jumped off the bed and half ran after her, but was met by the door in his face, "Ouch."

Layle literally jumped across the hall and into her sister's room, looking pale. Well, as pale as an Egyptian could be.

Naunet, who was still damning her life, looked up at her little sister, "What's wrong?"

"Oh Gods," Layle whispered and went to her sister's bed, hugging her tightly and avoiding Naunet's injuries, "I think I just fucked up really bad. I mean, mega bad."

"I've fucked up countless times but I am still breathing. What happened?" Naunet's sarcastic yet caring voice replied.

"Oh, well that helps," Layle said, rolling her eyes, "Did you ever punch Bakura in the face after he tells you that you're 'dirt beneath his feet' and then throw him on the bed, straddle him, threaten to cut him into little pieces, and, after all that was said and done, then kiss him?"

Naunet raised an eyebrow, thinking for a minute before replying, "No. Can't say I have. Ooh, you're in deep shit."

"Ya think!" The younger of the two jumped off the bed and started pacing, "Oh Gods, oh Gods, oh Gods, he's probably gonna kill me! I am so dead! He's probably going to tell the pharaoh and I'll be charged with treason and killed and you'll be left all alone and-" Layle was close to having a panic attack.

Naunet was about to calm her younger sister down when Marik and Bakura burst in the room both coming from different doors. Bakura's face was twisted in rage and Marik's was unreadable.

"Layle!"

"What the hell are you doing in here?"

Naunet looked from Bakura, who had come out of his room, to Marik, who had come from the hall, and to her sister, who was having trouble breathing and waving her arms in front of her face. She winced as she sat up in bed and looked at her master.

"Can I have some time with her?" Naunet asked politely. "Please my lord?"

Bakura frowned at the girl's question. She dared to ask him if she could spend some time with her sister. He glanced at Layle. The green-eyed servant was breathing erratically, her face creased in worry. He then shifted to Marik, who was standing in the doorway looking rather shocked and angry.

"Layle!" Marik shouted and reached out for her.

"No!" The servant girl backed away and latched onto her sister, placing her head in her sister's lap, crying. "Don't take me away from my sister. Please don't take me away from my sister. I don't wanna go!"

Naunet wrapped her arms around Layle protectively, running her fingers through her hair. She glanced at Bakura again, a pleading expression on her face. Layle's chest was heaving and was having a hard time to breathing.

"Please?" Naunet mouthed to her master.

Bakura growled. He was actually considering letting Naunet talk with her sister. When had he become so weak? He noticed Marik was in the same predicament. The elder of the two was tapping his foot, a clear sign that he was annoyed as all hell on Earth. Layle's sobbing and Naunet's soothing was starting to aggravate both of them.

Marik finally spoke, "Layle, I'm not upset with what you did, but I'm giving you to the count of three to come here before I physically remove you from this room. And you don't want me to do that, honestly."

Layle cringed and Naunet tightened her grip around her younger sister, "Touch her and so help me Ra…"

"You have no right to speak to me that way, slave girl," Marik growled. "You treat me as you would treat Bakura."

"Oh the hell you say. The Gods know you don't deserve to be treated how I treat him!" The raven narrowed her blue eyes dangerously. It was time for some verbal sparring and she was loaded and ready for it.

Marik rose his eyebrows, then furrowed them after her statement kicked in, "Why you little-"

Naunet smirked, "Actually, compared to my sister, I'm not. As you can see, I'm clearly taller than she is. Not to mention our bust sizes are completely different. Of course, mine are bigger. And-"

Layle, still crying, covered her sister's mouth, "I believe he gets the point."

Marik visibly cringed, "Yeah, it's called over sharing! I could've lived without that information, but-" his violet eyes scanned up and down Naunet's body, "I can tell it's all true."

Bakura growled dangerously low. His overprotective instincts kicking in, "Stop staring at my slave, Marik, or you'll end up losing your eyes."

"You forget that I was the one who found you on the streets, thief," The Millennium Rod holder stated. "You owe me your life. Probably more than that."

"Key word being thief, Marik. T-H-I-E-F! You know, a person who steals for a living. I could've made it fine, idiot!" Bakura barked back.

"You were already being hunted for trying to steal the Millennium Puzzle and Eye from the pharaoh!" Marik snarled. "You can't even steal an item without being caught, you buffoon!"

Naunet watched the two fighting back and forth. She raised and eyebrow and leaned down to whisper into Layle's ear, "What a bunch of winger dingers."

Layle stopped crying and laughed out loud, drying her tears, "Yeah. They sound worse than we do."

Bakura stopped arguing with Marik and glanced at Naunet, "And what, pray tell, is a 'winger dinger'?"

Naunet shrugged her shoulders, wincing a little from the pain, "Honestly, I do not know. I make up random things most of the time."

"Nai nai!" Layle laughed again, pinching her sister in her good arm. "Must you always portray yourself as someone who doesn't know anything?"

Naunet stuck out her tongue and patted her little sister gently on the head. Smiling, Layle rested her head in Naunet's lap again, trying to keep her nerves under control. True, she felt bad for what she had done to Marik, but…the kiss was too good of a opportunity to pass up.

Marik and Bakura stared at the two siblings for a moment before the door slammed open and the future queen of Egypt waltzed into the room.

"Naunet! Layle!"

Layle's eyes popped open automatically and she turned her head slowly. Her worst nightmares had come true. Naunet, on the other hand, was glaring daggers at Anzu, who didn't seem to notice, and was making her way over to the two happily. However, both Marik and Bakura had seen the look in the slave girl's eyes. What was she doing that for?

"I heard what happened! Oh Naunet, you shouldn't of done that to yourself!" Anzu said worryingly. She knelt down beside the bed and gently placed her hand on Naunet's thigh and looked at Layle. "Is something wrong, Lay? Your eyes are awful red-"

Layle shook her head, quickly coming up with a cover story, "Something got up my nose and I've been sneezing like crazy. Nothing to worry about, really."

Anzu smiled, "That's good! I came here to see if you two would like to go out into the market place with me this morning. Seeing as Atemu won't need your assistance today."

"Well-" Layle began, but was cut off by her sister.

"I don't know if-" Naunet had no time to finish her sentence before Anzu jumped up, hugging the two. Naunet winced in pain and resisted the urge to strangle the future queen to death. Layle eyes turned cold as she gently hugged Anzu back.

"It's settled then! I shall see you two at the palace gates shortly!" The brunette stood up and clapped her hands together excitedly. "This is going to be so much fun! It'll be just like old times!"

Anzu turned around and walked towards the door. Layle silently got up and watched as Anzu opened the door and stepped out before the young slave girl ran forward and slammed the door after she left. Layle leaned against the door and listened as Anzu walked away from the living quarters.

"I…" Layle breathed and turned around, pulling on her now short hair, "hate her! I'm going to kill her if she ever touches me again!"

Naunet's eyes hardened again, "First we have to figure out how we're going to kill her, what we're going to kill her with, and where we're going to bury her body."

"Oh…we won't have to worry about the last one," Layle smirked and walked over to Naunet. "We can either burn it or cut her body into different pieces and feed it to the animals."

"Then, to make sure we're not caught, we'll…kill the pharaoh for the hell of it!" Naunet smiled up at Layle. It wasn't her normal smile though. This one was pure evil. "I've never liked him anyways."

Layle nodded her head, "He's cute and all, but…if he can fall in love with that creature, he needs to die! Besides, he can't rule worth a camel's hide!"

The two sisters laughed evilly together as part of their plan had unfolded. They were, however, stopped in their momentary victory when two certain someone's cleared their throat.

"Oh…" Layle breathed.

Naunet finished, "Hell."

Bakura was the first to speak, "Now, what is this about killing Anzu and the pharaoh? Hmmm?"

The two girls paled. They had completely forgotten about their masters being in the room. Damn. Caught red handed.