I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!…unfortunately and I get nothing but my own enjoyment out of these stories. Ocs are mine and my sisters so please don't copy them and enjoy my story!!

More than Fate Prologue

This is part one of my Sisters in Sin series. 3 friends, three stories, three men and more than their share of pain.

"You all right, baby girl?" Cirilia asked as she looked over to the young woman riding beside her, Kalipso was 4'12, olive skinned, red eyed, pale haired but more than anything she was beautiful, beautiful and deadly. And the twin of the most wanted thief in Egypt, Bakura, Thief King Bakura. Looking over one brow raised she asked "Fine, why do you ask?" her eyes blank and as empty as a corpses. Rolling her eyes Cirilia said "Because I know you dummy, you always got that blank, pensive look when you feel somethings off and it usually is." As Kalipso looked away with a shrug Saber road up on the other side of her with a frown her golden eyes weary as she asked "What's up guys?" her voice husky and soft, a seductive sound that enthrals its listeners. "The sky," Kalipso said clearly distracted, the frown she'd been trying to hide now a deep crease on her face, reaching out faster then her friend could react to Cirilia pulled up Kalipso after snatching the rains from her hands she said "Tell. Me. What. Fuck. Is. Going. On. In. That. Thick. Head of yours." Her voice strangled with rage as she spoke threw clenched teeth.
Eyes wide Kalipso gaped, it normally took a lot to get Cirilia mad, even slightly, with red hair and orange brown eyes Cirilia was unusual for an Egyptian who normally had sandy, brown, black or white hair. Her skin tone also lighter than most, creamy in completion with only the slightest golden tinge.
"I just have a bad feeling, like a bad taste in my mouth, sower milk like," she explained knowing it was bad to make Cirilia mad. Unpredictable in anger Cirilia more often than not hurt people when enraged and everyone around her know to back off unless they wanted to become broken. Nodding slowly Cirilia tossed the rains back to her and speed her friend with weary eyes Saber said "Her hold on her rage is getting worse," nodding Kalipso said "True, something is bothering her and it festers."
Looking at each other they road forward to where Cirilia, Bakura and Malik only to over hear Cirilia say "Fuck you, King you don't control me and I say going after the Pharaoh is a suicide mission. Especially after the attempts lately, his guard will be on high alert so getting in will be more than a pain." So I'm not the only one having bad feelings about this Kalipso thought.
Glaring at Cirilia Bakura snapped " Back off bitch, you may be my sisters friend but your nothing, get that nothing to me," and to everyone's surprise Cirilia laughed, her head thrown back, yes closed but the laugh was cold and vaguely cynical. "Oh King one day you'll eat those words," and without even looking back at her friends she turned her horse and road off...

Two Months Later
"Get up you worthless whore," a guard snapped as he unlocked Cirilia's cell and she sprung, tackling the barrel chested man to the sand covered stone as she grabbed his head and drove it into the ground. The sickening crack of the back of his head braking as blood poured out echoed in the quiet hall, all the other captives watching with large hungry eyes. The smell of urine, vomit and sweat almost more than she could take. Looking around quickly she stood her baggy clothes hiding her shapely form.
At 18 she was fully formed, fit and deadly but also unwanted, kicked out of every home she ever knew, without friends or family to back her up. Licking her lips she moved quickly down the corridor, staying in the shadows. How had she gotten caught? What had she done? Looking back on it she realized all she'd done was not bow as was custom when the Pharaoh, or high priests came past. Man she was more than losing it. Ra save me she prayed slipping out into another. This one brightly lit, the ways covered in images and hieroglyphics, frowning she moved quickly, illiterate as she was she didn't bother trying to read what was written heading right down the long hall.
Slipping into another hall this one shadowed with doors on both sides, halls coming off in every direction . As she moved quickly she failed to notice a young priest slipping into the hall until he grabbed her roughly and shoved her against the wall, his hand wrapping around her throat as he whispered in her ear "Stay quiet and maybe you'll live."
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Five thousand Year Later
"Mr Kaiba, a parcel was delivered this afternoon," Mr Phillips, Seto long time butler said as his employer walked in. "Bring it to my study," he said, a frown between his brows and his lips pressed in a tight, hard line. "Very well sir," Phillips said bowing before shuffling off. Entering his study Seto shook his head, some woman had called him once again, telling him he must listen that his destiny was coming fast and he needed to prepare. Pff, if he had to prepare for anything it was this meeting tomorrow. As he sat down Phillips entered holding a small box about the size of a shoe box. "Here, sir," he said placing it on his desk before leaving, shutting the door quietly behind him as Seto opened the box and pulled out an ancient box inside. The carvings reminding him of that brat Yugi's pyramid that hung from his neck.
Opening it he found a large pendant, a huge diamond, with what looked to be two dragons, a Blue Eyes etched in blue and the Winged Dragon Of Ra in a golden red. The the lot backed in gold with a heavy golden chain. A sense of belonging, of rightness settled over him as he put the heavy gold chain around his throat. It was long enough to sit at his sternum and when he slid the piece under his shirt, against his skin it wasn't cold, or even cool like he'd suspected it was warm, almost hot. Shaking his head he turned and walked around the large table settling in for a long night...
The safe in The Domino Museum was cool and echoie as the five men stuffed large black sports bags with priceless artifacts from Egypt. "Hay, Donnie," a small rounding man called looking down at the closed sarcophagus the sat in the center of the room. "Wanna bet how much we can find in this baby?" looking up at the taler man on the opposite side. Snickering he waved his hand and the others hurried over to help lift the lid. "What the hell!" Chase shouted as they watched in horror as the mummified corpse disintegrated, leaving nothing behind as it streaked out of the safe and into the night air...