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Chan: Hi!
Yami: this is one story I never thought she would actually write. It's an AU.
Chan: Yep! But it's set in ancient Egypt. And I think that all of the normal characters are going to have ancient equivalents. I have no idea what happened in ancient Egypt in the show so this is not based on it and if anything is similar then it is a total coincidence!
Yami: And the warnings are?
Chan: Well, violence, references to child abuse, some swearing but nothing that bad. It has got a few OC's in it, including me! I'm the girl called Chan (if you couldn't guess). Well she is based on me, but is different in lots of ways, like she is much prettier than me and has more of a tan (well she does live in Egypt).
Yami: Is that all?
Chan: Just about, oh and Bakura is the darker half and Ryou is the good half but neither are really evil in this story. I'm not sure if the Marik's will be in this, but if they are, Marik is the normal one and Malik is the darker one.
Yami: Now is that all?
Chan: Just a minuet Yami! Don't expect loads of quick updates but they shouldn't take too long. Now it's all over Yami!
Yami: Finally!
Chan: It's not too late for me to slip in a bit of Yami torture you know…… (Voice fades out)
The Rebel's Kingdom
Chapter one
We own it
Normal P.O.V.
"Hey you two! Get back here!" Neither looked back and neither stopped running. The older, a boy of sixteen had long, loose, silvery-white hair while the other, a girl of fourteen, had very long strawberry blonde hair tied back in a long ponytail that reached the bottom of her shoulder blades. Both were wearing torn, patched and faded trousers and their tops, looked as though they had been made of a combination of rags and old sacks, they were baggy and would have reached to just above the pairs knees if it hadn't been for the piece of red fabric each ad tied over the top of their tops around their waist like a belt that shortened them so the tops reached about three inches from their waist.
These were the rebels. The outlaws. The thieves. They were Chan and Bakura. And right now, they were fleeing at least ten guards. Nothing new there then. Running barefoot over hot Egyptian sands through a city of crowded tall houses made of the same material the houses in ancient Egypt might have seemed odd, but then again, this was ancient Egypt. Some of the pyramids were still being built or were yet to be built. The young pharaoh Yami ruled over it all, and Chan and Bakura knew the entire capital city like the back of their hands.
"Chan!" Shouted Bakura. "Follow me! And don't look back!" Bakura suddenly ran sideways into a shadowy alley, quickly followed by Chan. The guards weren't far behind, but in the darkness, they never even saw the two figures crouched behind the stack of wooden boxes to the side. They walked straight past them.
"On three." Whispered Bakura.
"One…" Whispered Chan.
"Two…" Bakura whispered again, smirking.
"Three!" They both said at the same time. Jumping to their feet, they raced out of the alley and back into the open street.
"Wait!" Oh shit! Thought Chan. One of the guards had seen them and was now chasing them. He must have been one of the faster ones, because he was almost catching up to them.
Normally, Chan would have been able to get clean away, but she had let her concentration slip to the guard and in doing so, had lost sight of Bakura. And then she tripped. Not wasting a second, the guard grabbed her shoulder and flung her onto her back.
For a moment, he was shocked; he had not been expecting a girl, but then his face twisted into an evil smirk.
"Well hello there." He said in a particularly nasty voice. "Aren't you pretty?" Chan did not like the way he was looking at her one bit. "We are going to have some fun with you." Chan's eyes widened in realisation of what he meant.
"In the name of the pharaoh, you are now…" Chan never found out what she was because at that moment someone else finished the sentence for him.
"Dead!" Bakura swung out of nowhere and knocked the guard flying, stabbing him in the chest as he hit him.
"Chan, are you alright?" Asked the snowy haired tomb-robber as he let go of the rope, dropping to the ground and hurrying to his friend.
"Fine." Replied Chan, leaping to her feet.
"Good, then you'll be able to run!" both, ran without a second thought. By the time the guards were out of the alley, the outlaws were already on the roof of a nearby building, laughing as they climbed down the wall on the other side.
"Was all that worth it?" Bakura managed to get out in between gasping for air.
"Yes." Replied Chan who was also panting.
"That was worth it for one loaf of bread?" There was now humour in Bakura's voice.
"When it's the only thing that we have eaten all day, then it's worth it." Chan spoke whilst reaching into her battered, frayed bag and pulled out the loaf of bread that they had both nearly gotten killed for. Bakura chuckled, ruffling his friend's hair.
"I suppose you might be right there Chan." He sighed, pushing himself off the ground and holding out a hand for Chan to take.
Chan ignored the hand and pushed herself up without any help. Bakura gave her a mock bow and in response, got pushed into the wall.
"Ooh! Moody!" Chan, growled at this and her eyes flashed. "Err……I mean… Independent!"
"That's better!" The word 'Independent' just about summed Chan up. She had been independent ever since she was abandoned on the streets when she was four. She had met Bakura the very next day and they had been friends and partners in crime ever since.
"Are you ready to go now?" Bakura asked kindly. Chan smiled back at him
"Yes I am." She slipped the bread back into her bag. "Take me home Bakura. Just take me home."
On the poorest side of town, in the most run down area, stood the house that the two called home. It was tall and thin, just like the posh pretty houses on the rich side of town near the palace. But this house was far from posh and pretty. It was broken down with most of the roof completely knocked off exposing nearly all of the inside rooms on the top floor to the sky. A fire had burnt most of the ground floor rooms leaving the place uninhabitable. Or so it seemed.
On the ground floor, only two rooms were in a condition you could live in and on the top, only three. It wasn't much, but it was home to Chan and Bakura. And home was where they currently were. They were sitting on the floor in the biggest room on the top floor, which was where they spent most of their time. One of the walls had a massive hole knocked into to it that took nearly half of it up. It did let the wind blow in at night so it was quite cold then, and it was bad during sand storms, but it meant they had a brilliant view of the city, with the Nile twisting through the middle of it and even the palace, large and white and beyond that, in the distance, the tip of the great pyramid.
An upturned wooden box covered with a faded piece of cloth, served as the table that they were now eating off of. Both had half of the bread, an apple and a small glass of water in front of them
"Do you think we will ever get caught?" Chan suddenly asked out of the blue.
"No." Bakura's voice was full of confidence and surety. "Never, ever."
"But are you sure?" Chan asked again, taking a bite out of her apple and a sip of the water.
"Of coarse I'm sure. I'm never wrong about anything. Of coarse it is going to get difficult sometimes and we will definitely get closer to getting caught than we did today, even though that was pretty close. Do you know why we will never get caught?"
Chan shook her head, even though she had heard this speech many times before; it still cheered her up when she heard it.
"Because we are Chan and Bakura! We are the feared thieves! The outrages outlaws! And…" Chan joined in with the last shout.
"THE REBELS THAT WILL RULE THE WORLD!" they then cracked up laughing, trying not to choke as they ate more food and took more sips of the water.
They ate quickly, after not having eaten anything else all day they were very hungry. Once they were finished, Bakura stood up.
"There is something I want to show you Chan." Curious, Chan got up and followed Bakura up the crumbling wooden ladder to what was left of the roof. It had an even better view of the city than the hole in the wall. Chan was confused.
"Bakura?" She asked. "I've been up her loads of times. What is there to show me?" Bakura didn't answer the question with a simple answer; instead, he waved one hand out in front of him motioning at the view.
"What do you see?" He whispered the question into the girl's ear.
"The city." She replied, even more confused now. What else is there to see?
"That is not just any old city my friend." Bakura slung a friendly arm over Chan's shoulders making her giggle at his silliness. "That city belongs to us." He told her confidently.
"What?" Chan had no idea what Bakura meant.
"Unlike those people down there, those people who have to work day in day out all their lives, we have no rules." Chan had only been listening ten seconds and was already almost hypnotized with the words Bakura spoke. "We can live where we want, how we want. They may be rich in money, but in mind and free spirit, we are the richest of all people." He drew Chan close to whisper the last line into her ear. "This city, this country, this whole planet, is ours of the taking."
End Chapter
Chan: There is the first chapter of my first AU fic!
Yami: hmmm…… Pretty good. Except I'm not in it yet.
Chan: You will be soon, if they R and R! Oh if you normally read Dead Alive it's been moved up a rating just to be safe. Anyway, R and R this story and I will update as soon as I can.