disclaimer: I do not own YGO! And this is the only time I'll say this in this entire story! So listen! I also don't own any of the lyrics I use!

I KNOW that Malik didn't have a past self in ancient Egypt. EVEN SO that is just how my story works. Yami Bakura is known as simply Kura, the infamous tomb robber wanted in both upper and lower Egypt.... or just plain "THIEF!!" *lol* Ryou in this story, as far as I know, doesn't exist. Um, Yugi doesn't exist, but Pharaoh Yami does. Seto is the high priest, known as Priest Seto (how basic, huh?). Um, some random characters will pop in as well, and I'll explain them when the time comes.

This is actually a songfic, too! My first one! ^_^

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The Young and The Hopeless

(song by Good Charlotte)

The lyrics will be in bold (hopefully!)

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Hard days made me, hard night shaped me

I don't know, they somehow saved me.

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The sun rose steadily over the hot Egyptian desert. It rained down unmercifully on all those below. The sun god of Ra was awake, and shining brightly. Another day was born. The sun shown all over Upper and Lower Egypt, both of which were ruled by Pharaoh Yami.

On the outskirts of the capital city was a small clay house. Surrounded by desert, completely worn down and "uninhabitable" by any high priests standards. But the occupants of the house weren't exactly high priest, anyways...

Mariku shifted uncomfortably in the slowly rising temperature now soaring into the 70 degree range. He rolled over lazily and accidentally smacked his friend Kura in the face.

"Hey!" growled Bakura, shoving Mariku off the pile of garments.

"Sorry."

"Well, it CERTAINLY isn't every day I get smacked in the face, thus waking me up!"

"I said I was sorry, Kura."

"...fine."

Of course, the entire conversation was spoken in the tongue of an ancient language spoken strictly by Egyptians. The two boys got up and stretched in the crisp morning air.

"So, what are we gonna do today, Kura?"

"Hmm..." Kura hummed, as if thinking, "We will raid Cuzco's of course."

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And I know I'm making something out of this life they called nothing.

I take what I want.

Take what I need.

You say it's wrong, but its right for me.

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"Obviously, I meant about tonight. What for tonight?"

Kura smirked like his usual mischievous self.

"Tomb robbing."

Mariku returned with the same trademark smirk, and they both grabbed their rucksacks.

"That settled, shall we go to breakfast, Mariku?"

"Oh- after you." Mariku faked being a gentleman while holding a nonexistent door open.

"Why, thank you." kidded Kura.

They both got a good laugh out of that one, and then they slipped on some loose linen robes, a few knickknacks of gold jewelry, and raced off to the nearby, (not to mention totally unsuspecting), marketplace.

The two raced through the streets, stirring up loose dust. The few foolish market tenders that were already out yelled and pointed at the two boys.

"It's those thieves!!!" they yelled, attracting the attention of many of the guards.

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I won't look down,

won't say I'm sorry

I know that only that the gods can judge me.

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Kura and Mariku skidded to a halt in the market center as the pharaoh's imperial guard showed up on the opposite end of the center. A showdown-stare off began between the two thieves and the guards. The dust stood still, and not a sound echoed through the thankfully still empty streets. The sun peered between the boys back's blinding the guards, and only the two's silhouettes could be seen.

"This will be fun." commented Mariku.

"Very. Now, you take the left alley and head to Cuzco's vender, while I distract these sand knats, err... guards." replied Kura.

"Last one to Cuzco's buys dinner!"

"Heh. Okay. Ready?"

There was pause.

...

"Go!"

They kicked off from eachother's sandals, each heading off in their own direction.

"Follow them!" shouted the leader of the guards, "They are to be beheaded! Pharaoh's orders!"

Kura breathed heavily as he turned a well rounded corner. True, the guards were on his tail, but he wasn't even using half his energy to run. He was saving the rest of it for any emergency situation that might come up.

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And if I make it through the day, will tomorrow be the same? Am I just running in place?

If I stumble and I fall, should I get up and carry on?

Will it all just be the same?

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He might have to lodge himself over a wall, jump over a fence, steal a camel, and if absolutely necessary, he may have to use his inner spirit, or Ka, to pass through a wall or two. But for now, balance and running just faster than the guards were his only concerns.

On the other side of town Mariku was also running, but he didn't have any guards to worry about. At least not now, after he swung himself on top of roof and watched them pass by, not even noticing that Mariku had stopped running. Mariku rolled his eyes in obvious disgust, and walked casually along the roof tops to Cuzco's vender. No hurry, you could always depend on Kura to be late, any who.

Cuzco's vender was Mariku and Kura's classic thieving place. You could say they were loyal customers. Too bad they didn't pay for anything, let alone help him from going out of business. They stole food from there at an moment they happened to be hungry. The two had been at this stealing gig for years, and not once been caught. They'd perfected it to the point it was almost just for the fun of it. They had so many strategies for avoiding guards it even surprised the pharaoh. It was easy to say that Kura and Mariku were the most wanted thieves in all of Upper and Lower Egypt.

Sure, it was risky business, but well worth the risks.

Like, 'I'm sorry, I just had to steal some food because I didn't want to DIE of hunger. EXCUSE me Mr. Pharaoh who is a pampered lazy log!'

Or, that's at least how they seemed to think of it...

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'Cause I'm young and hopeless

I'm lost and I know it.

I'm going no where fast, that's what they say.

I'm troublesome, I'm fallen.

I'm angry at my father.

It's me against the world, and I don't care.

I DON'T CARE!

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me: ^_^;; I didn't have enough first chapter to finish the lyrics. Woops, oh well. The next chapter will be a new song.

Bakura: What one?

me: You'll have to guess what the reviewers think because I'm asking them.

Bakura: Well ask already!

me: ^^ Calm down, I will.

WHICH GOOD CHARLOTTE SONG WILL COME NEXT?

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

The Anthem

OR

Moving On???

Bakura: Choose The Anthem!! ^_~

me: Bakura... you don't have a say in this