A/N: Written for the Yugioh all seasons flash bingo, #050 – point.
Pointy Price
It was almost like magic. He could ask it to take him somewhere and it would, faithfully. He could ask it to find treasure and it'd immediately hone in on the best – far better than those dousing rods he'd paid an arm and a leg for. Sure it came with a spirit attached but whatever price that spirit demanded of him couldn't be worth what he got in return –
And, inside the thief's mind, the king of all thieves cackled in delight. Because what he wanted was the ultimate prize, but this little big-scale thief wouldn't manage that. The Pharaoh wasn't even in this world yet. He could sense the other items, drifting from hand to hand, but not the puzzle. That still slumbered. And until it awoke, the prize he sought was far from his hands.
But a body whose host was oblivious to the price he was paying for the loan of the Millennium Ring was useful in other ways. He could gently coax the world into chaos. A little with each cycle, until the Pharaoh awake to a wasteland: his wasteland.
And it didn't hurt that, sometimes, he stole into his host's body for a heist as well. That old thrill when stealing had been a way of life and an entertainment, when stealing had come before revenge…