Summary: Don't proceed with something if you aren't prepared to face the consequences. Thief King Bakura learns this the hard way as a solo raid gone wrong puts him right into the Pharaoh's clutches. Now he must face the consequences of his actions, which ultimately are beyond expectation.

Pairings: Thief King Bakura and Pharaoh Atem.

Author's Note/ Warning: Yes here it is. The premier of my second story Unexpected Consequences. This fic is very different than Unreal Truths as it is much much darker. The rating will jump to M very quickly for violence, cussing, torture, rape etc etc. If you are disturbed by any of the above I suggest you go and read my happier fic Unreal Truths.This is not for the sensitive. This is also a shorter story than UT, it was just something I was inspired to do after seeing this pic - http:/medowsweet. /art/ Last-Resort-146209780 Just remove the spaces! I'm not usually a casteshipper but as you may know from UT I like a challenge. There won't be any love right off the bat, I like to make things as believable as possible so hopefully I can do it. And now, without further ado! Unexpected consequences!

Unexpected Consequences

Chapter 1: Confinement

Thief Bakura's POV

The thick chains holding my wrists clanked together in a mockingly musical tone as I tried to once again slip my hands free.

Giving a growl of frustration I let my arms fall limply to my sides in defeat. It was no use. Now that the palace guards had me, they weren't running the risk of letting me go.

Looking around my cell I cringed at the less than hospitable conditions. Sure I'd seen my share of rotten places as a thief but this ranked at the top.

Of course, why would they bother making the place nice and pretty for us criminals?

The sandstone floor beneath my feet doubled as both bathroom and bed. Not that it mattered anyways; I couldn't even lay down thanks to the awkward position the manacles on my hands left me in when I even attempted a sitting position.

I looked down at my feet which were shackled both together and to the wall. Yeah, I was definitely not getting out of this one very easily.

I heaved a frustrated sigh and leaned against the cold stone wall, thinking back on how all this had even resulted.

I had gone out on a mission alone on a whim. Something I was prone to do from time to time. My men were used to their leader randomly leaving for several days at a time and returning spontaneously with a satchel full of treasures.

Today had been different though. I thought I had covered all my bases as I descended into a randomly chosen tomb. I had scoped out the exterior on my horse and I observed the immediate area for a good amount of time to make sure the coast was clear.

Evidently I had somehow missed the Pharaoh's men lying in wait for me.

I had done my usual routine the same way I always had. After scouting out the area and finalizing my plan in my head, I had dismounted my horse a decent length away from the tomb and began trekking closer on foot. She would come on my whistle if things were to go wrong, otherwise the creature just paced back and forth across the sand until she saw me approach.

I patted her nose and fed her a small chunk of apple before I began to weave my way down into the valley and sneak up to the chosen tomb. Glancing around for the final time, I confidently made my descent into the tomb's labyrinth. I didn't make it very far inside before a loud crash from behind startled me.

My eyes widened as I saw several shadows pouring past what little light was still filtering in from the entrance and my heart leaped up into my chest. My men would have never made such a racket, and that meant only one thing. These were men from the palace.

I looked around frantically for any place to hide but I was out of luck. The only thing to do was to race further into the tomb and hope for the best.

So that's what I did.

Hearing the footsteps speed up, I pushed my body harder, running as fast as I could while being as silent as possible.

It was near impossible to see where I was going and I found myself blindly jumping and dodging various snares and traps.

I swallowed and quickened my pace as I heard shouting coming from behind me. They were gaining quickly and I was running out of time.

In a last ditch desperate attempt, I turned the next corner and flattened myself against the wall, freezing completely, hoping that they would run right past and I could run back towards the entrance.

Luck was not with me this night.

Their footsteps became louder and louder and I took a few steps to the side and suddenly let out a jolting scream when I felt something sharp jettison out from the wall and right into my back.

This was it. I had just given away my location and by the feel of that stab I knew I wouldn't be able to make it out fast enough to not be noticed.

I was finished.

A loud shout from the head guard echoed through the corridor as I slumped to the ground. I couldn't believe it. How had this happened? How was it that this became the place that I died?

And yes, I would die here, but not by the pharaoh's lackey's hands.

Slowly and surely I pulled my trusty dagger out from beneath my now bloodstained robes and smiled to myself.

I had never been afraid of dying; it was a curious enigma that no one could escape. No matter what you did or how affluent you were, death would always get you in the end.

Sure, you could cheat death, but you could never beat it.

The footsteps got louder. They would be here any minute now. It was now or never.

I let a single tear fall down my cheek. Every emotion I had ever felt was in that one drop; Sadness, despair, rage, regret, and most of all guilt.

"I'm sorry sister...mother, father. I tried to avenge you. Please forgive me for my failure." I muttered a quick prayer in my native dialect and slid the dagger effortlessly between my ribs.

The pain was immediate and satisfying as I felt the blood begin pouring from the wound.

I closed my eyes and waited for Anubis to claim me as the first soldier rounded the corner and shouted to the others that I had been found.

Wouldn't the Pharaoh be so disappointed that I was already gone?

With that final thought, everything went blank.

Quite obviously I had survived that ordeal however.

How it happened I did not know. All I remember is waking up from the blackness, laying on a tattered blanket with my chest and back wrapped in clean bandages and my wrists and ankles shackled to the wall in a different room then the one I was currently in.

"So you actually survived eh thief?"

I looked out towards the source of the voice to see one of the pharaoh's guards grinning down at me.

I just scowled and turned my head towards the wall, ignoring him.

"We weren't sure whether you would live or not." He continued on, crossing his arms and looking down at me, "Luckily we were able to stop the bleeding and get you patched up before you lost all your blood." He grinned a gap toothed smile and I groaned in light pain, "Why?"

"We couldn't let you die without getting some answers first."

Answers? Answers about what? I didn't know anything that would be worthwhile to the pharaoh, and even if I did I wasn't telling.

I tried to sit up but hissed as a sharp pain ran through my back and into my chest and abdomen.

I heard the guard chuckle, "Take it easy thief, we made it so you could live, not so you could stand up and walk on out of here."

I glared at him and he only smirked in return and walked out of the dungeons.

I had stayed in that room for a few days until I was well enough to be moved into this shithole I was in now.

I later learned I had been unconscious nearly four days and they were ready to give up and just kill me.

I would have rather they did that.

Heaving a sigh I once again looked around my holding area. Not much of a view at all. Sandstone walls and floor with shackles attached to both in varying places. There were also the steel grey bars of my cell and a torch on the outside wall. Besides that there was nothing but cold and dark desolation.

My head snapped up when I heard footsteps approach along with the tinkling of gold jewelry.

Only one person who wore that much gold would dare come down into the dungeons.

I scowled as Pharaoh Atem strutted down the corridor and came to a halt in front of my cell, "Well, well, look what my loyal guards dragged in." He gave a delighted smirk and my scowl deepened.

"I am surprised to even see you alive after what you looked like when they brought you in."

I narrowed my eyes and tugged on my chains, "Yes well I guess I owe you thanks for healing me just so I can escape and annihilate you."

Atem chuckled and crossed his arms, "By the looks of those chains I would say you're going nowhere fast Bakura."

I scowled, "You've underestimated me before Pharaoh! You know what they say don't you? Fool you once, shame on me. Fool you twice, shame on you."

The young king chuckled and clicked his tongue, "The same could be said for you as well thief." He leaned back against the wall, the torchlight casting an eerie glow on his face.

I gave a growl and tugged against the manacles again, "Just you wait Pharaoh. I will make you eat your words."

Atem shook his head and pushed off the wall walking closer to the cell bars. "Now there is no need to be nasty thief, after all, I did save your life."

"For some ulterior motive I am sure." I scoffed, "I am telling you right now though Pharaoh, you won't get a word out of me!"

He tilted his head to the side and gave me an infuriating smile, "Oh, I will learn what I want to know Bakura, mark my words."

"And what exactly is it that you would like to know Pharaoh?"

Atem cocked an eyebrow, "Why of course."

Now it was my turn to cock an eyebrow, "Why what?"

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he stalked closer to the cell and gripped the bars in his hands, "Why are you doing all of this Bakura? Why are you terrorizing my people and trying to make my life misery? I have done you no wrong!"

I couldn't help it, I laughed. "Oh that's rich Pharaoh." If I could have crossed my arms I would have, "Nothing wrong? Oh you are not innocent, far from it actually."

"Want to tell me what I supposedly did to make you so angry?"

I glared at him, my amethyst eyes narrowed to almost slits, "I don't have to tell you shit."

"I think I deserve to know."

"You deserve NOTHING!" I yanked hard against my chain and bit back a hiss as the cuff bit into my skin.

Atem merely stared at me, a patronizing look in his eyes that only pissed me off further.

I growled and flattened myself back against the wall. I had gotten emotional and given him what he wanted, a reaction.

"I think I deserve to know why you are terrorizing innocent people when it is I who you have your grudge against."

"I am not telling you shit." I swallowed hard and thought of my family. My mother, smiling as she cooked dinner and my father riding into the village on his horse, bringing gifts for my sister and I. I thought of my baby sister, always smiling and laughing and begging me to play along.

I would never see that smile again; never hear her laughter as she ran through the village calling my name...

"Come on Bakura! Catch me if you can!"

I shook my head. It would do me no good to get lost in the past.

Atem let go of the bars before taking a step back, "Fine. Have it your way, though you could make your final days much easier if you would just tell me."

My final days eh? So he was planning to kill me. No matter. I thought I was dead in that tomb, so facing death again didn't faze me in the least.

That was if I didn't escape first.

"Nothing you can say or do will make me tell you a thing."

"Alright." He shrugged and began walking towards the exit, "But don't think your death is going to be quick and easy. A trial is a formality at this point Bakura. For all the crimes you have committed you will be put to death and I will make sure you suffer as much as humanly possible. And mark my words, I will have my answer from you before Anubis drags your sorry soul off to Ammut to have it devoured. I will make sure of that."

I growled and glared at him as he turned his back and waltzed out the exit.

I went back to trying to free my hands. My men would begin to wonder where I was by now. The longest time I had ever disappeared from them was three days, and I had been in an unconscious stupor for four and in this cell for two. They would begin searching for me, I just knew it. My men were smart; they would come to the palace first, and find me. It was only a matter of time.

I allowed myself to slump into an uncomfortable sitting position, my arms held slightly upwards by the chains.

I had a second chance now. The pharaoh had made a mistake to have his men heal me just so he could ask me a question I had no intention to answer. He should have let me die, but now he was going to regret healing me.

I would just wait for my opportunity to come, and it would too, I just had to be patient.

I heard footsteps approaching once again. This time they were heavier and shuffling. Guards. And judging by the sounds there were at least three.

Sure enough, around the corner came three guards. The tallest of them threw a small chunk of bread at me and slid in a tiny bowl full of water, though most of it splashed out, "Here thief, enjoy your gourmet meal." He snickered and was joined by the other two.

I just stared at them. I would not give them any sort of satisfaction by showing any sort of response.

After realizing they weren't getting a rise out of me, the shortest guard, a young man who looked like he was about eighteen, moved forward and pointed his spear at me, "What? You're not grateful for the food we have so generously brought you? You could be eating nothing at all until your trial, and who knows how long that will be."

I blinked but did nothing else.

That pissed them off even more.

The third guard, a bit of a pudgy guy, brought out his own spear and joined the youngest in pointing it at me.

I felt a smile creep onto my face, "Is that supposed to scare me or something?"

I didn't even flinch when the youngest put his spear centimeters from my eye, "Yes."

"Well it's not."

The tallest guard had to pull the youngest back before I lost my eye. I would never admit it, but I was rather grateful for that.

The guard grunted as he tried to hold the younger back, "Hey chill out! The pharaoh wants him alive alright? We just spent the last several days trying to get the bastard healed up! Do not fuck that up got it?"

The younger grumbled but gave up his fight, "Fine…" He gave me a glare and I just gave one of my infamous smirks in return.

"We'll see whose smiling after the execution order is carried out thief."

With that, all three guards turned and walked out the same way they had come in.

I snorted then looked down at my meager rations.

I was tempted to not even eat, to save my pride and not give in to the pharaoh.

But then again I was very hungry.

Using my foot to slide the bowl and bread closer I reached my hand down to grab it.

Only to be stopped by those blasted chains.

I growled and tugged as hard as I could but it was of no use.

I should have known better than that. Looking down at the food in disdain, I gave it a hard kick and sent the bowl flying. No use in keeping it around if I couldn't eat it.

Laying my head back against the cool stone I exhaled deeply.

Any moment now my men would arrive and save me.

I hated depending on anyone else for help, but in this case I was not too proud to admit that I needed it.

I looked up at the cool, dark ceiling and talked out loud to myself, "I will get my revenge yet Pharaoh. You just wait and see."

With that said, I closed my eyes and allowed my head to slump to the side.

I hadn't realized how tired I was until just now. May as well take a rest since there was nothing better to do.

It wasn't long before I drifted off into a deep but restless sleep.