So I decided to redo this story after putting a whole lot of thought into where it was going. It didn't feel right where it was headed, so I decided to change it up. The first part of this chapter is the same as the original, though the story obviously goes a different way than the original.
With this new version comes better grammar from me (thank you Writer's Craft!) and an overall better plot (I've actually planned it out this time instead of wondering about it with each new chapter). Hopefully updates will come out faster too! But that's no promise, so please don't hold me to it!
Now, enjoy!
The corridors of the palace were empty, for all its inhabitants were sleeping. The walls, lined with murals of Egyptian Gods, and sconces which held candles that dimly lit the lavish hallways were only marred by a shadow, whose footsteps were muffled into silence by the red carpets that covered the tiled floors. It was the creeping shadow of the tomb thief, Bakura. As he walked in the open light of the moon inside the palace, he could only think of so many things. Like the massacre of Kul Elna. It was weird to think of something that happened so long ago, but to the silver-haired thief, that event seemed to control his life
He wasn't in a good mood that night, and yet he found it impossibly difficult to try and steal as he usually did many nights before. Instead he roamed aimlessly through the palace, careful not to arouse anyone from their sleep. Sometimes he would visit the Pharaoh's room, only to leave through the window because it was cowardly to kill someone in his sleep. The guards were few, so he had the freedom to wander as he pleased, and that's what he did. Walking around wherever he wanted, wherever his heart took him. It was strangely relaxing, and gave him peace of mind, even if he was in his enemy's territory.
It was just like any other night that he would visit this palace. The palace that held all the Millennium Items, the palace that had destroyed his village just to make those forsaken items. But tonight wasn't the night to be violent. Not yet, for the time would come when he would be able to take back what was his, knowing that they might attack him for it. But they had stricken the first blow, this was only his payback. The thief king didn't like to call it revenge, as it wasn't to his tastes to take revenge. Only payback. And there was a fine line in between the two.
As he quietly walked through the corridors which had become so familiar to him, he heard music, faintly playing. It was so soft that the rest of the palace couldn't hear but a pin drop. The thief king became curious, as he never came across anyone else on these self-instructed tours of the palace. He listened carefully for the tune at all the doorways he passed, finally finding the one in which the melody played. He placed his hand on the doorknob, hesitating slightly – something he never did. He was afraid of what was on the other side.
He breathed, calming himself, and entered the room, the side on which he was, was thankfully covered in shadows by the balconies above him. He recognized this room as the theatre, or something extremely similar to one. A raven-haired girl was in the middles, twirling to the soft melody that was playing. Her body was immersed in the rhythm of the song, her lips were moving soundlessly to the lyrics, and even her fingers twitched as if playing the very instruments that created the music she was dancing to. Bakura couldn't help but stare in curiosity at the moonlit figure in front of him.
She was plain, dressed in a turquoise fitted dress that flowed to her knees and swayed with her movements, and wore no jewelry, except golden cuffs on her wrists and arms, as well as her ankles. One thing that stood out though, was the blue flower pinned into her black hair. When the song was finished, she posed in place, breathing heavily, and dropped to the floor in exhaustion. Bakura clapped slowly and her head jerked up in surprise from the sudden interruption.
"Who's there?" Her voice was much different from the flow and ebb of her dancing, being hard and demanding. Though, he guessed, the circumstances were probably the reason.
He drifted around the theatre, wondering why he'd never visited it before. In fact, he couldn't really remember being around this part of the palace before. Was it new? Or maybe all the corridors were symmetrical and he thought he was wandering the east wing like usual?
He could see that her eyes were trying to track him, though the whisper of her robes against the sandy floors were her only clue as to where he was. Her brow furrowed, though she showed no sign of fear; only annoyance.
"Come out, right now! Before I call the guards!"
Feisty too, he noted with amusement. He'd happily stick around if this was what he would be sharing air with. He momentarily forgot why he had been angry in the first place and considered living in the vicinity of the Pharaoh. Even if he was in the dungeons, he could always escape and steal an unused room for himself. Let them come, then.
A large bell near the door sounded, clanging loudly as she pulled on the thick rope. He could hear the guards lumbering towards the theatre, and smirked. It could end all too easily if he wanted it to. Summoning his Ka only took minimal effort, and the guards only had their physical strength to contend with. But that would only scare the poor girl.
He jumped down from the balcony he had climbed to and swept the girl quite literally off her feet. Her eyes widened in surprise, and though her lips had parted, no noise had pierced the night. He smirked. "You're coming with me for the night."
That sounded much less vulgar in his mind than it had aloud. Oh well... She still hasn't objected.
The guards had barely opened the doors, and Bakura had already dashed into the night. Finding his horse still diligently waiting for him, he settled the girl on it before climbing aboard himself. "We're going on a bit of an adventure, if you don't mind," He told her, pulled lightly on the reins.
"I do mind, actually," She said, though her tough voice was betrayed with her look of fear.
"Don't like horses, hmm?" He chuckled lowly. "You'll be used to it in a moment."
His horse gave a start, but began to rush off into the desert before they could raise a commotion in the village. She grabbed his around his torso tightly, obviously worried about falling off.
"Take me back to the palace!" She demanded, her voice cracking slightly as he sped up.
"I don't think so... Not yet anyway."
