Anzu's eyes flickered open and she suddenly became aware of her surroundings. Everywhere was dark; Anzu wondered whether she was still asleep. Only a single candle lit the room, standing in the middle of an old pine table next to a window with the curtains drawn shut.

Suddenly a dark shadow approached her and she cowered back in fear. He stepped into the light, revealing his face, that of Ryou Bakura. Anzu thought she was still dreaming, this didn't seem real at all. Bakura took her trembling hand in his and kissed it lightly.

"W-What do you want with me?" she asked nervously.

"Do you not remember? You are now my wife."

Anzu thought back. Of course, the men, in suits, that horrible, stinking chloroform, and then being paraded on stage like some kind of circus animal. She remembered the humiliation that she had actually been auctioned off as a bride and now she was married to some weirdo.

Anzu continued to back away.

"Do not be afraid my dear," said Bakura. "You are quite safe here, no harm will ever come to you whilst I am near you."

Anzu wasn't exactly reassured by his words. How could someone just bid on a bride? That is like taking someone's life away from them, she thought. Anzu looked into his eyes, his gentle, seductive eyes. They weren't the eyes of a rapist or a madman, but of a lover - eyes that would steal your heart away.

Anzu remembered looking at those eyes as Bakura cradled her in his arms, it sent chills down her spine. She had fainted just thinking about it.

Anzu looked down and saw that she was still wearing the same silk pink pyjamas she had been wearing when she was abducted from her home. They were feeling a bit old and tacky by now. Bakura noticed this straight away.

"Ah, if you desire a change of clothes, I have a wide range to choose from."

"Why do you have women's clothes?"

"I have been waiting for this day for a long time. I have been preparing to meet someone as special as you."

"What about my friends? What about Serenity and Mai?"

"Do not worry about them. They are safe, I am sure of it. Kaiba and Malik would never do anything bad."

"Then why did you take us away?"

"Because if I hadn't then, someone else would have. You saw some of the men at that place; they were savages. We were there to make sure that you found a good home."

"Where am I anyway?"

"This is my home. It is a large mansion up in the mountains. It's a long way from anywhere so there's no point trying to run away and nobody would hear you if you screamed."

Anzu got nervous. He had something evil planned; she knew it.

"Now," said Bakura. "About your clothes."

Bakura moved towards the wardrobe near the bed Anzu was lying on. He opened it up and pulled out a beautiful red dress.

"This should fit you perfectly. It's in your size."

"How do you know my size?"

"Well I just guessed of course but you are so slender and delicate that I simply bought clothes accordingly."

Anzu blushed a little.

Bakura placed the red dress in Anzu's lap and left the room.

Anzu didn't know what to do. She looked around her. She had heard his threat about trying to escape and she didn't want to risk it and he was waiting outside for her so she had no real choice but just to put the dress on. She didn't really like being in her two day old pyjamas anyway.

When she put it on, she looked in the large portrait mirror standing on the wall. It was so beautiful. It sparkled with sequins that lined the outside and it cut off at her thighs like a mini-skirt but fraid at the bottom. She twirled around and the skirt lifting and spun with her. A pair of red high heels to match too. She was impressed.

Bakura re-entered the room and looked across at Anzu.

"I see you like it," he said. "I knew you would.

"Yes, thank you. But why are you doing this for me?"

"My dear, it is because you are so beautiful. I don't need any other reason than that. Now come, let us dance."

"Dance?"

Bakura held Anzu's hand and led her to middle of the room. Suddenly the room seemed to change shape right before her very eyes. The bed, the wardrobe, the table, the mirror – it all disappeared and there was just an empty space in the middle.

This had to be a dream.

"This is no dream," said Bakura. "This is reality and you are my darling wife."

A spotlight appeared out of the darkened room and shone brightly on the two dancers. Bakura put his left hand round Anzu's waist while still gripping her hand with his right.

He moved with elegance and grace. Anzu moved with him, flying and twirling in the air as he moved with such speed. He lifted her up high, throwing her and then catching her. A whirlwind of movement, two bodies locked together. Bakura dipped Anzu backwards; and again. She hardly had enough time to catch her breath.

The colours of the light changed from blue to white to blue, so fast, dizzy in motion. The dizziness swept over her. Everything was moving so fast. Bakura stopped Anzu for a moment and held her close.

"We need music," he said and clicked his fingers.

An up-tempo jazzy tune then started playing and Bakura continued to whirl Anzu around. The music got faster and faster and so did the dancing. He lifted her over his head, spun her round, tossed her up caught her as she fell. Anzu was starting to get with the rhythm a little.

She smiled as she moved her feet to the beat, spinning around as fast as she could then as the music came to a climax throwing herself into Bakura's arms.

Bakura held her still for a moment and then dipped her one final time but this time planted her with a huge kiss. She didn't protest at all and when he finally brought her up, she didn't say anything. She was a bit disorientated.

Bakura then picked Anzu up, bridal style and carried her forward towards the bed which now magically reappeared. Anzu didn't care with such minor things though. She couldn't keep her eyes off of Bakura. His eyes were so hypnotizing.

She put her arms round his neck as he kissed her again. Bakura rocked her gently in his arms. She felt like such a child, so warm and secure.

Bakura didn't want to let her go, he wanted to hold Anzu in his arms forever.