A/N: Okay, okay, I admit it. I was trying to think of a fanfic to write
about little Thief Bakura, when I happened to think of this clique I'm in,
Egyptopia The current layout is
"World's Most Lethal Moral Rant," and thus "A Young Pharaoh, A Young Thief,
and the Moral Rant of Doom" was born. So, credit for this idea goes to
SerenaArythusa. By accident.
*glares*
Fine, fine, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, either. I hope you're happy.
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"Okay, little boy, you're free to go."
Bakura nodded happily. "Okay!" He started to skip away, but the priest stopped him.
"Oh, and- boy!"
Bakura halted. "Yes, mister?"
"You won't steal any more, will you? If you're caught, the disciplinary actions taken will be quite severe."
Bakura tilted his head. "What's that mean?"
The old priest looked stern. "It means you'll have to see the Pharaoh about your crimes," he warned. "So be careful, okay?"
"Okay!" the boy said cheerfully. "Thanks, mister!"
A very nice boy, really, thought the priest. "Thanks for what, little boy?"
"For this, o'course!" Bakura cheerfully held up a small golden statue of the sun god Ra, a statue that belonged to this very temple.
"Wha-- hey! Put that back right this instant- GET BACK HERE, YOUNG MAN!" But the boy was already laughing and skipping away. "Ohh. . . guards! GUARDS!!!!"
The little thief glanced over his shoulder, giggling at the chaos that had ensued, and thus was caught completely off balance when he ran smack into a guard.
*glares*
Fine, fine, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, either. I hope you're happy.
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"Okay, little boy, you're free to go."
Bakura nodded happily. "Okay!" He started to skip away, but the priest stopped him.
"Oh, and- boy!"
Bakura halted. "Yes, mister?"
"You won't steal any more, will you? If you're caught, the disciplinary actions taken will be quite severe."
Bakura tilted his head. "What's that mean?"
The old priest looked stern. "It means you'll have to see the Pharaoh about your crimes," he warned. "So be careful, okay?"
"Okay!" the boy said cheerfully. "Thanks, mister!"
A very nice boy, really, thought the priest. "Thanks for what, little boy?"
"For this, o'course!" Bakura cheerfully held up a small golden statue of the sun god Ra, a statue that belonged to this very temple.
"Wha-- hey! Put that back right this instant- GET BACK HERE, YOUNG MAN!" But the boy was already laughing and skipping away. "Ohh. . . guards! GUARDS!!!!"
The little thief glanced over his shoulder, giggling at the chaos that had ensued, and thus was caught completely off balance when he ran smack into a guard.