Mend: I don't own Yugioh nor it's characters, or the song, it's Loretta Lynn; all I own is the OC. Please play "I Can't Hear The Music" by Loretta Lynn, there's a link for it in my profile. PG-13 for some language and some violence I guess.
Summary: When Thief King comes across a young thief, he is surprised when the girl is able to stand against him. Will he be able to handle Kira or has he bitten off more then he can chew? OCxThief King Bakura
I Can't Hear The Music
The wind howled, the sun shone down on the desert that stretched on for miles. His eyes glowing with rage he stared around him. He looked down at the sandy turf below their feet, his gaze never telling anything. The young thief's head snapped up at the shriek from a raptor. The creature's brown and red plumage casting a long shadow over the group.
His brown eyes shone with defiance, Bakura knew what the looks meant that he got. Glancing up at the sky, he spoke softly, "Now, I expect you found out what I wanted."
Silence greeted his words. A sneer coming to his lips, he said nothing, but did turn around revealing his back to them. Bakura thought over their options when one robbed person suggested that they go and raid the palace. He grinned and turned to look at them, a gleam in his cruel eyes. Thief King gently called a horse over, climbing on he muttered something and rode off.
After a few yards he saw the castle walls looming in front, yet what caught his eye was the girl being forcefully brought in with what appeared to be a chain around her wrists and around her throat. From here he could see the girl's very pale skin and her light silvery-lavender hair. He saw the bag that held something golden inside, getting closer he slowed the steed down to a walk to see what would happen.
He slid off the creature and listened as the girl screeched, "Leave me alone!"
This sheila has an attitude problem. He thought, Bakura silently followed the guards and the girl; watching them from the shadows he listened as a man cried, "I can't believe you've brought that filth here!"
From his hiding spot he saw the girl's eyes blaze at the cry. Bakura only grinned at this, he had already crippled some of the Pharaoh's guards. Catching the eye of one he nodded his head curtly, it was a brief exchange but it was enough. Spotting his chance he summoned Diabound.
The ka circled it's master as it searched out the Pharaoh, only to stop mid-cycle to listen to Thief King order in a sharp tone, "Get the chit!"
Knocking back a guard he watched while Diabound gripped the chain and lifted the girl off the ground. He spun around in the way he had come, then bolted off, away from the remaining five guards and the Pharaoh. His hatred fuelling his cause to seek revenge, Bakura knew he'd be back.
Barely getting out of the gate he glanced up to see Diabound. Calling the great, powerful creature over, he jumped on the horse and set it into a gallop to put distance in between his purserers and him. Whistling a tune, he watched while Diabound dropped the fifteen-year-old female, skidding to a stop he grabbed the chain around her neck.
A gasp tearing itself from her, Bakura listened as she snapped, "Don't do that!"
"You know mouse, you really should control your temper; and I don't care what you've got to say." He hurled back.
He saw the glint in the deep blue-violet pools as she sneered, "I bet you don't have the guts to let go of that chain."
Bakura's eyes hardened at this taunt. He yanked the chain roughly causing it to cut into her neck, he couldn't believe she was right. Seeing the state of her hands, he let a glow of sympathy come to his eyes as he destroyed the bindings. Bakura felt the girl knock him to the ground, he felt her place a dagger to his throat. Her eyes glowing the girl raged, "How dare you touch me!"
"I was the one that just saved you." A thought coming to his mind. He added, "What's your name, mouse?"
"My name's not mouse, it's Kira, and I suggest that you don't move an inch."
He didn't have any thought of disobeying this order. Slowly the girl got off, for the first time he saw her fully. Her oval face, a lavender mask with matching gloves. Kira's white shirt wasn't too much of a surprise, but it was her skirt, the reddish-gold fabric was worn which told him that she wore that outfit almost every day. Her choker defiantly caught his eye; the pale lavender gem seemed to laugh at almost anything.
Bakura stared at her as Kira fled, jumping to his feet he grabbed the chain and whipped her around. Tightly, he held the ice-cold metal. He held her gaze with his stare, his lqiuid brown glaring into her solid blue-violet. He listened to her exclamation of insults, flinching at one he released the metal and growled, "Get out of my sight!"
Watching while Kira took her leave from his presence, he thought about how bad he had annoyed her. Grinning at the thought, he silently walked after her, leaving the horse behind. Following the girl Bakura's eyes landed on the meat in the sack. She's a thief too, he exclaimed silently. Picking up his pace he caught up with her, seeing the glint of rage in her eye, Bakura asked tauntingly, "Mouse, where are we going?"
"I am going home! Here's a suggestion for you: leave me alone and go home!"
Stopping he watched as Kira stalked off into the distance. He would have gone home if there was a home to return too, he honestly would've. Bakura didn't know why, but something in her tone revealed something to him, something he wasn't suppose to know. Following he saw the tiny village that she lead him too. Slipping into the shadows, he could tell from the welcoming tones that this was were she lived.
Ignoring them he kept his eyes on Kira to see where she'd run off too. Bakura noticed that very few noticed him in the crowd. They must think I'm from this village. he told himself. Finding Kira in an alleyway and ticked off at that, he stopped as she spun around to meet his gaze.
"Hello, Thief King Bakura." Kira said coolly.
Smirking he quickly gave chase as she bolted around a corner. To his surprise he realized that the young thief was leading him to her home. Puzzled on way he kept pace and demanded, "Why are we going this way, mouse?"
Seeing the fury in her eyes, he never let up on his pace, after another twenty minutes they finally reached the place. Stopping he glared at her, shoving her through the door he slammed it behind them. Smiling softly, he saw the mix of fury and terror that came to her eyes.
"So mouse, why do you insist on running?"
"Stop with this act, Thief King." She retorted.
"Why?" He questioned softly.
"You know you have an elegant way of cutting the bull-shit?" Kira asked.
"Funny, I was told I had a tendincy to mince my words, so I'll take what you said as a compliment."
His eyes growing hard at her next comment, he gripped her wrists and slammed her against the wall. The soft cry in pain that came from her told Bakura that he'd done it this time. He could tell his anger was getting the better of him. Thief King was scared of this since he remembered what happened before; he had gotten close to someone and they were murdered. Thief King stared at her and sneered, "You little chit, I can't believe you'd yell at a fellow thief! You are a major league wench, you know mouse!"
Bakura gave a humorless bark of laughter as Kira hurled back, "Ass!"
"Yes?"
"You're a bastard."
Pausing for a moment, he thought about it knowing it was true. Letting her go he smirked and said, "So, what's the problem with it Kira?"
He laughed as Kira whipped around and stormed off into another room. He watched her retreat, finding that his feet made him follow her. Bakura noticed the engraving of a man on the eastern wall. Curiosity pricked, he took a step forward, placing his hand on the curving.
Almost at once he felt the metal of a repear to his neck, he could tell who it was without seeing them. He couldn't understand why she was so mad though. Shoving the blade away from him, he whirled around and pushed her backwards onto the floor. "What do you think you're doing Kira!" He roared.
Pure rage mixed with defiance came to Kira's eyes as he stepped closer. Thief King Bakura stopped for a heartbeat before continuing, reaching the thief he pulled her to her feet, then to him making it where she was pressed right against him. Bakura stood there holding her with an iron grip, his eyes as brittle as the girl's. He could tell he had hurt Kira with his grasp. Furious with himself and her; Thief King pushed her away from him, causing her to stumble backward to her bed and fall on it.
He felt her fear and beytral and anger. Concern coming to his eyes as he saw the tears, he took a step toward her holding out a hand. "Mouse?" He asked softly.
"Don't call me that!" She screeched.
His temper flaring, Bakura felt the cool, quiet breeze caress his cheek. He saw that taunting glint in "mouse's" pools, Thief King started to wonder if she was right. Had he recently become soft? Shaking his head to get rid of the feeling; Bakura frowned as he grabbed her wrists and sneered, "I'll call you mouse with I please, Kira."
"Leave me alone, Thief King."
Realizing what had truly been going on, he let her go and murmured, "Kira, can we talk?"
Watching as Kira gently patted at the space next to her. He stared curiously at her as she scoohed over, making room for him on cloth that was laid on the bed. Moving over he sat down on the edge, listening to Kira as she inched closer to him. "So, what is you wanted to say? What's on your mind Thief King?" She whispered in his ear.
"Well..."
Falling to the ground he glared up at the violet eyes. He couldn't believe that the Pharaoh had done this; his eyes flicked over to a shaded person in a corner. The hot, sticky crimson liquid on the girl's shoulder worried him. Bakura had seen her ka, and it terrified him that in between their combined efforts neither of their kas touched the Pharaoh as he had them. Twisting his body around his eyes landed on a familiar figure that caused him to freeze. "Not him," he murmured softly.
"Pharaoh, may I please perform the one ritual?"
He could see the dim, listless blue-violet orbs that faintly glinted. His own injury seemed to be a distant memory as he watched the "ritual" that had started. "Don't you dare touch her!" He snarled, his pools glowing with a new fire.
Grabbing Kira he hid her from the man; their friendship having soared within the few hours. His body felt as if someone had taken a knife and cut him. Coughing, Thief King glared over his shoulder and lipped: Run. Watching as she stumbled to her feet and fled, he grabbed the elder's ankle stopping him from going after the girl. "Don't... go... after her..." He stammered.
Watching as Kira's form retreated much like she had with him. He felt the sharp stabbing pain that shot through his body; staring up through cloudy eyes he stared helplessly while the man moved over and placed the items in the tablet as Zork screamed in his mind, You foul! This is what happens when you befriend people; now you must pay with your life! Feeling the last of his strength ebb away he murmured, "I'm sorry mouse."
After those words escaped, Thief King picked out the blurry image of the girl hidden in the shadows. Grinning softly he closed his eyes and let the muisc stop playing. He didn't know why he hadn't heard the girl's cry, "Bakura!"
Oh each word's like a note
Like a beautiful tune
The kind that inspires
And helps me get through
Ah if I said I can't
He's say you can
He was my toughest critic
Ah, my biggest fan
Now he's gone to a distant shore
And I can't hear the music, anymore
Mend: I'll get the second part up as soon as possible. Anyway, I hope you like this one. Review please, don't worry about the button, it's tamed.