A/N: Hey all! This is pretty much a test run to see if you guys enjoy it. I'm co-writing it with my sister as the movie it's baised off is her favourite. I may sneak a little thiefshipping in if you absolutely want, but for now it'll be non-yaoi.

Disclaim ownership to Kazuki Takahashi

Prologue

It was just his luck. Running into trouble was his specialty and the land he's found himself in was no exception to that rule. After twelve years of research and dead-ends, he'd found it. Kul Elna, where legends are buried deep within the sands, lost in time. He'd love to extract the treasures residing in the inner sanctum of this plain. Problem was, people were currently shooting at him.

It was an army of about one hundred men, all on horseback. Although the numbers were minuscule, it looked massive compared to his thirty hired troops. They were currently running full force at the small band of men surrounding the entrance to the village and the white-haired man situated in the centre wasn't happy. Not in the slightest. About ten of his men had already retreated and now it was down to luck. Luck that will hopefully get him out of there safely.

The man on his left, a young American boy was shaking like a twig. He was well known throughout these parts as a coward and the man knew it from experience.

"Are you with me this time Joey?" the gruff English accented voice of the man asked, expecting the answer to be of his satisfactory. The boy in question, Joey, nodded his head feverishly, too scared to answer with words. He knew he might die and wasn't willing to go without getting something in return.

The horses were gaining on the band and Joey finally lost his cool, not seeing the point in this charade any longer. He got up from his post and bolted into the village as fast as his cowardly legs could take him. This did not impress the man in the slightest as he watched the treacherous boy go. He muttered a quick "Bastard" at his retreating back and then turned his attention to the problem at hand.

The army was closing in fast and the man decided it was time to call the order.

"FIRE!" he shouted to his men and guns from either side of him exploded in cannon fodder. They were no match against the army and their ammunition was running out, fast. He killed about ten men before they hit the frontline of the boundary they boarded themselves in and he backed away just in time as a soldier on the back of a black stallion pounded the ground where he had crouched in.

Backing away whist shooting, the man noticed that he and his companions were being forced backward towards the ruined village.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, noticing his rifle was dry. Still backwards running he cross-drew two handguns, killing another four men that were gaining on him. Unfortunately the guns ran out fast and he had to draw yet another two guns from his hip hoisters. Running out of bullets for yet the third time, he ran into Joey. Literally. Joey managed to stand up first and ran towards an opened doorway with a large stone door beside it. He made it inside and was in the process of closing said door as the cries of the man, now on his feet bolting towards the opening called out.

"Don't you dare close that door!" he shouted. But Joey still continued, unfazed.

"Don't you dare close that fucking door!" he shouted again, but he reached the entrance too late. Joey had already closed the door and was on his way to freedom. He growled.

"Let me rephrase my last statement, Joseph Wheeler is a dead bastard next time I see him." He then noticed he was surrounded. He sighed, "If I live that is."

He then saw one of Joeys pistols skewed on the ground near his foot. He smirked, finding the opportunity he'd been after. Picking up the gun on his way, the man ran across the sandy surface, jumping over up-turned pillars and dodging bullets as he went. Unfortunately he missed one of the stoned landscapes and tripped, dropping the gun in the process. He tried to pick it up, but it became a problem as gunfire erupted around it. Forgetting the gun, he stood back up and ran as fast as he could before the men caught up with him.

Sand was embedding itself everywhere as he struggled to find freedom, the sun making his ivory skin red and sweaty. Finally he came to a dead end and turned to prepare himself for the pain that will eventually come. Five men a lined themselves up for the final blow and the man squinted his eyes, praying that something, anything will relieve him of this fate.

He waited about twenty seconds and nothing happens. Opening his eyes slowly he noticed that the men had vanished from sight. Confused, he looked around for something that might have scared them off, but came up with nothing. Grinning at the luck he's received, he started to make his leave from the dreadful place. A sudden gust of wind stopped him in his tracks. A large pile of sand spewed upward towards him, startling him from his standing point. Running to a place away from the wild sand, he turned to see that a face had edged itself into the smooth surface. Visibly shaken, the white-haired man hijacked it out of the creepy dead ruins and into the awaiting desert. He convinced himself that he was probably hallucinating from exhaustion.

The man pushed himself out into the desert, angry in his struggles and in his efforts. He knew that the remaining army are laughing at him from the sandy hilltop, but he was too exhausted to care.

Meanwhile, up on the hillside a man rapped in black cloth stared at the man walking further into the sandy abyss. He was head of the clan in charge of keeping Kul Elnas secret away from the peeping eyes of the ones desperate to find it. Atem Mubarak his name was and all his life he has guarded this 'lost city'.

"Sir, the city remains untouched." One of his soldiers said, breaking him out of his train of thought.

"The soldiers want to know if you wish to kill the man." He finished.

"No" Atem replied in a deep baritone. "The desert will do that for us." He looked back towards the now sun-burnt mans back with an almost smug look. The man turned his back to lock eyes with the black clothed man and gave him a smirk. Atem was surprised at the man courage, no-one could be walking into their defeat and still look smug about it.

Bakura Touzoku let out a bark of laughter at the look on the mans face. Yes a battle had been lost today, but in the end, he was still free and now had the key too. As soon as he makes up more arms, he'll return, with or without the stupid curse.

A/N: So tell me what you think! R&R!