Noriykoi: Yay! I have managed to complete the first chapter within my predicted timeline. Any way I hope you all enjoy the fruits of my labor. Now on to more serious matters. This is a prequel for BaHacked. I recommend reading that before you read this, however it is not necessary, this story should be able to stand alone.

Disclaimer: I wish! YuGiOH does not belong to me. Regrettably.

Chapter One: First Meeting.

It was so cold, yet the cold was not natural. It was the kind of cold that came when the gods were angry. She glanced around wondering what the village had done to incur their wrath. She could hear the Pharaoh's solders marching down the streets, taking people from there homes as they slept and fitting them with cold iron chains. Or maybe it was the pharaoh who had angered the gods. She knew that he had incurred her wrath at any rate.

Kania withdrew her self father in to the alley in which she hid. She could not afford to be seen, not by the pharaoh's soldiers, she was trying to lead the pharaoh in the opposite direction of her base of operations, not straight to it. She watched as the soldiers lined those who were ill or had some disability up. It was then she under stood what was happening. It had happened to her own village so many years ago. This small village never even stood a chance.

She glared at the soldier's as she scurried on to the roof top of a near by building, and took her leave of the village before she was force to watch a scene that would reenact her mother's death. She despised the royal family. They claimed they only wanted what was best for there people, but they would attack small village for slaves, then burn the village to the ground. It sickened her on how the Pharaoh always preached about peace for the people. It was a lie if she ever saw one.

It would take longer for her to return to here little band of rebels and thieves. She had gathered them over the years, survivors from villages like this one, but she could not save all. Perhaps some one would escape that carnage she had just left behind, she doubted it. The pharaoh's solider never left anyone alive if they were not to be slaves. At least not intentionally.

She traveled thought the night back in the direction she had came from earlier. She grinned as she approached the Pharaoh's city, perhaps she should pay the Pharaoh a visit, just a reminder that she is a threat.

Those in the palace knew she had existed, and that she would attempt to kill the pharaoh, but they down graded her as a threat for the soul reason that she was female, that and the fact that she had yet to reach adult hood. It is a sad day when a girl of only thirteen summers, bested the royal guards. They denied her existence, focusing on the Thief King Bakura's exploits instead of her own, or they did until she managed too assassinate the Pharaoh's wife.

Bakura was an a mystery to some, only two seasons older than her self if his posters were displayed correctly, but it made her mad that they focused on one who had not even killed on of the royals, but she understood. He was male after all, and therefore a larger threat.

Now, because she had managed to kill a member of the Royal family, she was just as well known as the Thief King. They gave her the title Thief Queen, because of her habit of taking little knickknacks every time she visited the palace. Even if she was going returning to the desert before Ra was reborn, she wasn't stupid enough to actually go after another member of the royal family, but she just had to steal the copy of the scroll of Anubis. She already had the original, but the copy was just as dangerous in the pharaoh's hands. He would use it to spread chaos across the land, and then he would claim he was helping his people. Yeah right!

Getting in to the palace was easy enough, you would think that palace guard would be smart enough to look up every once in a while, but nope they just stared strait ahead as if it would stop some one who really wanted entrance to the palace. She ran to the library making sure to keep to the shadows. She was doing this to extract justice on the Ra damned Pharaoh, for all the crimes he committed against his loyal subjects.

She had nearly reached the library when. . .

Bam!

She sat up clutching her head. What the in the name of Anubis just hit her. She looked around spotting the scroll she had planned to steal lying in front of her. She had run into another of her kind, another thief. She began to look around; he had to be around… A knife to her throat stopped her train of thought. How had he gotten behind her? When had he gotten behind her?

"A girl just barely a woman how amusing, you interfered with my heist." He twisted the knife against her throat. "I should kill you."

She growled. Swatting the deadly knife away. She didn't care as it cut in to her flesh leaving a thin line of blood dripping from her left hand. His heist? No way in the deepest hells. He had interrupted her heist.

"Your heist?" She was tearing a piece of cloth of the bottom of her skirt as she spoke. She had to wrap he wound so she wouldn't leave a trail for the guards to fallow. "Don't make me laugh; my entire reason for being here is to steal the copy of the scroll of Anubis. That into make sure that the royal family remembers my last heist. They are getting to comfortable." She hissed. She was out of his grip, the scroll in her hand uninjured hand. She realized right away it was a fake and threw it back to him. "You can keep it. I don't need a fake." Then she ran, she still had to let her presence be known to the palace. Let them think it was him who stole the scroll. All the better for her.

Bakura watched as Kania disappeared around the corner. She was interesting to say the least. He knew who she was the moment he saw, and firmly believed her wanted poster did not do her justice, there was also the fact it proclaimed her to be older than she was. That was not to say he still didn't find her attractive, and within a season she would be of marrying age. She was very beautiful even under developed, and he found it ironic how closely her cloak mirrored his. The only true difference was it was gold where his was white.

Her blood dripped slowly off the edge of his knife. Such a waste. He ran his tongue along the edge enjoying the metallic taste of her blood. Her blood was like ambrosia, so absolute delectable. He would have to taste it again sometime in the very near future.

He examined the fake scroll in his hand smirking, she was good. Not many would know it was fake, not unless they were high level thieves. He had the real one already, but he wanted the guards to think his hide out was nearby with his frequent raids on the palace. Perhaps he would see this queen of thieves sometime soon.

He gave his knife one last lick, savoring the taste. Kania was going to be his; he had decided this after getting a glimpse of her skills. It wasn't love, he didn't believe in that bull shit, but she was a gold mine of political power within the thieves guild, and he needed a queen, as a plus she had already killed a member of the royal family, that was always good in his books.

He turned to leave, she would be useful to his cause, but what he really wanted to know was why she had such a grudge against the pharaoh. Perhaps something similar to what happen to his family happened to hers. The pharaoh was a power hungry tyrant; he might have tried to recreate Kul Elna. If he had…

He caught the guard's movement out of the corner of his eye. It seems that they decide to be smart on this night. Well then, they would just have to die, he couldn't have smart guards that would actually think to look up for a change. Yes he needed a good slaughter anyway. Thinking about the pharaoh always put him in a rage.

He left the bodies where they fell; he had already decided this was to be his last trip to the palace unless it was to kill the Ra damned pharaoh. He licked his blade clean of the guard's blood; it was nowhere as sweet as his soon to be queen. A grin spread across his face. One that would make children cry in fear. Yes a queen was just what he needed.

"I will see you again, Little Thief. Ha. Ha. Ha." Then he disappeared in to the night.

Kania was enraged. That bastard had already stolen her scroll. He probably used the fake to mislead the guards. He was very lucky she didn't have the time to hunt him down and strangle him with his own intestines. She was one of the most wanted female in all of Egypt, but still only second to that of the Ra damned Thief King. Sure he was interesting, attractive, and cunning, but he was also an arrogant asshole who needs to be brought down a couple of pegs. She should be at the top of the most wanted list; she was the one who had killed an actual member the royal family. So why in the name of Ra was she the second most wanted criminal in Egypt? Very simple. She was a woman, and women were not threats. It made her so mad, but nothing could be done for it. She could only do worse crimes and hope they would elevate her status.

She left the palace ignoring the bodies of guard that lay all over the court yard. Looks like Bakura was in bad mood when he left. It was kind of sad that he killed so many, now she didn't have anyone to kill so she could relive some of her pent up rage. She was out of the palace, long before anyone had even known she was there; it would be awhile before she would return, but make no mistake she would return to fulfill her revenge. The pharaoh was a dead man; he just didn't know it yet.


Atemu's believe his life perfect. He was the prince of Egypt, had a wonderful mother and father who always tried to do what was best for him. He knew nothing, but the inside of the palace walls. Then she came, and his life fell apart. She was younger than he with short shaggy black hair and the bluest eyes he had. She had stumbled out of his mother's chambers covered in blood, and smirking evilly. He didn't have a clue what that meant at the time, but his father who was walking only a few steps behind him did.

"Such a pity. Egypt has no queen anymore." She had said as she grinned, showing very pointy teeth.

His father looked horrified as She jumped out the nearest window, and disappeared as if she was never there in the first place. In fact if it wasn't for the fact that his mother was dead and now in the hands of the gods he wouldn't have believe it.

He was numb to the world around him for days. He stayed in his chambers hoping it was all a horrible nightmare, and that he would wake up soon. His father had only left his own chamber's to check on his only son. To make sure he ate something.

Atemu felt trapped, and there was nothing he could do to bring his mother back, and it was all Her fault. He hated her, he decided. He hated her for tearing his family apart. She would pay for what she had done, but killing her would be too merciful. No he would have to find something much worse, something worthy for a future pharaoh of Egypt.

She would pay, the so called queen of thieves. He would destroy her as she destroyed his world. His knuckle were with white with how tight his grip was on the cool stone rails. She would suffer like no other, that was a promise.

The cursed King of Thieves was a nuisance as well, but in young Atemu mind nothing compared to her. Kania. He didn't understand why anyone would want to hurt his family they had done no wrong, in fact his father had saved Egypt from invaders with the creation of the Millennium Items. The people had rejoiced the day they no longer had to live in fear. So why would any one bare a grudge.

Seth had tried to explain that some people were just like that. That they needed no reason to inflict pain on to others. His people lived in fear of the thieves, when he was pharaoh he would rid Egypt from those who wanted to harm it. And Kania, that wretched Queen of Thieves, would suffer a fate far worse than the rest of them. Surely the gods would bless him in his endeavors after all one does not anger a child of the gods.


Kania growled as the sun started to rise, she wasn't out of the city yet, and she did not want to be caught. She jumped in to an alley way pulling her cloak over her head. She had thought she had more time before Ra began his journey across the sky. She hated when she misjudged the time. It was rear that it actually happened, but the god were unforgiving.

She took to the street once more hoping none would recognize her cloak, she needed to get out of the Pharaoh's city before the streets became bustling with people. They lived peacefully only because it was the Pharaoh's domain. They had no idea what he did to his people who lived out side the city walls, how much they suffered.

"Doesn't she look familiar? Like the Thief Kania?" A woman asked, what Kania assumed to be her husband.

It took all of Kania's strength not to bolt as soon as the woman said that. Her cloak wasn't much protection for anyone who looked closely. She knew that, she just hoped they would not be able to see through her very small glamour that she had on the cloak. Sadly more people than not could see through her spell without even realizing it.

"Don't be ridicules Likah, Thief Kania is much older. She couldn't possibly be her, she's not even a woman yet. She probably out on an errand for her mother." The man said, blowing his wife's concern off completely.

Kania let go of the breath she hadn't know she was holding. That was way to close. Especially when she was almost out of the city. She began to pick up pace. The miss print of her age helped her escape a lot of situations, she was small for her age as it was looking younger than her thirteen seasons.

While she was glad she wasn't recognized, she was also enraged at how blind a man could be, he dismissed her as just a little girl because she didn't look the age her wanted poster said she was. She didn't know weather to be amused at the male spices idiocy or angry. She settled for amused. She had finally reached the gate, where she had a horse waiting for her, left by a contact within the city.

She hopped on the horse, speeding across the desert. It would be a days travel on horse back to get to her hideout. She had enough gold from her raids to last awhile, and to feed the orphans a little while longer. Unlike what her posters said, she had a reason for everything she stole. She found herself a bleeding heart when it came to children younger than her. It was one of the reason the pharaoh's guards had such a hard time finding her. She had no distinguishing traits other than her deep blue eyes, so all she had to do was take off her thieving attire, and she look like a normal member of Egyptian culture. A normal member who seemingly gave everything she had to help young orphaned children.

Her current life may not have been what she had planned, but she enjoyed it, and she adored the children she was slowly corrupting to hate the current pharaoh. She even liked those that did like him, they couldn't help what they had been taught. She just had to correct the damage their parents had done. But she would not take their belief in gods. Even she believed in gods, but she no longer cared what they thought of her, and her crimes, for they surly would punish her for her crimes against the son of Ra.

She enjoyed the feeling of the wind in her face as she and her steed race across the desert. She had no idea what would happen to her after her death, but for now she could care less. Because for now she was alive, and it was easy enough to escape Egypt all together if she ever felt her life was truly in danger.

She and her steed stop when Ra was at his highest. Taking shelter on the cool banks of the Nile, she and the horse drunk their fill and ate a small lunch. She would have to rest here for a while, it was dangerous to travel through the hot desert sands, during Ra's highest peek.

"Well, I guess we're stuck here for a while buddy." Kania said to the horse, letting him munch on an apple. The horse gave a nay of gratitude , and tried to take a bite of her hair. "Hey! Don't do that. I like my hair the way it is!"

She couldn't help but laugh. No matter how old she felt she was, it was good to be able to act like a little girl again. She took off her cloak and jewelry, so that she could wade in the cooling waters of the Nile. It cooled her skin, and allowed her to cleanse herself of the dried blood from her encounter with Bakura the night before.

She carefully removed the make shift bandage, wincing as the cloth was sticking to the cut. She placed her hand in the water to make the removal easier. She cleaned the wound and reapplied the now wet but some what clean strip of cloth. Ra was beginning to make his descent, it would be the perfect time to nap until his rays were more bearable. She spread her cloak out on the thin area of grass along the Nile's edge, and allowed her self a couple hours sleep.

After Kania's nap, she remounted her steed and once again began to travel father away from the pharaoh's city, towards the small village that her and her band had claimed as their home. It would be in the dead of night when she would actually arrive at her destination. The village was empty when she first came upon it, abandoned one might guess from a distance. Blood stains and skeletons told her other wise, the towns people had been wiped of the map long before she had even settled in the place. She was nine at the time, and had spent days under Ra's heat with very little water. It was pure luck she found such a place.

She had spent her first two years on her own in the empty village just surviving, and learning little things to help her get by. There had been plenty of food, because the Nile had been less than a marks walk from the village. She finally ventured out, and back into the world when she had need cloths, unfortunately she couldn't buy them so she had to get creative. That was the start of her path to being the Thief Queen, and her revenge.

"I wonder, am I despised by the gods, or am I just not worthy of their time?" Her voice rung through the night as she finally reached her destination. "Perhaps I am just over thinking things too much."


The next morning, as Ra began his assent in to the sky above, Kania was woken by a chorus of giggles. She cracked an eye opened, and glared at the intruders that had invaded her chambers.

"Big sister Kania is back! What did you get us?" One of the younger children asked. Kania set up giving the group of children a half hearted glare.

"Who says I got you anything?" She teased the children.

"But you always get us something when you go out, so what did you get us?" An older boy asked.

"I guess that's true. In the bag by the door, I want you all to share amongst your self, wouldn't want to be like that greedy Pharaoh now would we."

"No we don't!" The children chorused together. "We don't want to be like that big meany. He hurt you, he's hurt us."

"That good. Now get, I am tired and need my sleep." The children looked at her with sad eyes, but did not argue, they knew better. She could be down right viscous in regards to her sleep after she had a mission. Actually Kania was overall lazy, she enjoyed sleeping, but it was still second to her thieving . Those were two of her three joys. Stealing, Sleeping, and Children.

"Lady Kania!"

The children froze at the voice, while Kania glared at the closed door. Was it to much to asked for a good days sleep?

"What is it Jehakah, I am trying to sleep!" Kania shouted. Sometimes she hated being in charge. But everyone in the village had selected her, despite her gender and age to lead them. Her revenge on the pharaoh came second to the quaint village of refugee's she had managed to make for her.

"The Pharaoh's men are approaching, we don't know what to do." Kania jolted out of the bed dressing in her normal cloths.

"This is not the first time they passed trough this village, and it won't be the last. We go with the regular routine. How much time before they get here?" She said as she slipped on some simple jewelry, and as head dressed. She could pass as a normal, but slightly spoiled little girl whom help take care of some village children.

"About a mark, Lady Kania." Jehakah bowed to her. "Shall I use the same strategy as last time?"

Kania sighed. Jehakah was her second in command in their small village, but when outsiders came they believe he was the chief, while she stood in the background playing with the children, and watching the proceedings. She was always introduced as his only daughter, they looked enough alike to pass, if only barely.

"Yes, go on and greet them, I'll be around to play curious young girl in a little while." As Jehakah left, She turned to the children who were silently watching the exchange. " You remember your part, don't you?"

The group of children grinned. They knew their part all right, they enjoyed it. "Of course big sister. Do you think our memories are that bad." The oldest of the group spoke, a boy eleven years of age.

"I know you how you are Makah. What do you have planned?" She said dryly to the boy, who just continued to grin innocently.

She glared at him, but his innocent grin did not falter, instead it became even brighter. Knowing that her glare was having no effect she just sighed. "One of these days Makah I'm going to find out exactly how to drag your secrets out of you, but for now, make sure none of the young ones are hurt while the Pharaoh's soldiers are here."

"Sure thing big sister." He quipped.

She gave him one last glare as she slipped out the door. Makah was different than the rest of his peers. He had came upon her as she returned from one of her earlier raids when she was just starting out. He was the son of a traveling merchant, and thus educated to read hieroglyphics. His father had been killed only day before they met, but he was surviving fine on his own, taking over his business with no problems. He was very smart for any citizen of Egypt, if he so desired he could enter the palace as an apprentice scribe, but he was way to lazy for that, or so he told her upon their meeting.

Makah was only nine at the time but acted as if he were an adult. It saddened her, but she had been injured and he had took it upon himself to hide her from the Pharaoh's soldiers. He went with her when she was better, saying he had nothing better to do with his life. She had agreed only because she was lonely after spending two years alone in an abandon village.

Now Makah was always plotting ways to get back at the pharaoh, and his guards for hurting his big sister, or so he said. Kania didn't believe that it was the whole truth.

Kania made her way out of her dwelling and towards the towns center to oversee the proceedings. They would never expect such an innocent girl to be the thief queen, they would never expect this small village of refugees to be full of people who despised the Pharaoh, and because of that this village could pull off this act flawlessly.

Noriykoi: Please review. I want to know what you the reader think of my masterpiece, although I'll probably have to limit my updates to once a week, because of exam. I will try to get each chapter out as soon as possible. And any one who would like to beta please let me know. I still desperately need one. Thanks. Now for an Omake.

OMAKE

"A girl just barely a woman how amusing, you interfered with my heist." He twisted the knife against her throat. "I should kill you, but how about a kiss instead."

"Oh My Ra! You're a bondage pervert!"

Bakura pulled the knife away with a pout. "Why does everyone say that? I just wanted some loving."

"Cut! Bakura that wasn't part of the script!"

Take 46

"A girl just barely a woman how amusing, you interfered with my heist." He twisted the knife against her throat. "I should kill you, but let have wild monkey sex instead."

"Noriykoi! He's at it again."

"Bakura! Keep to the Ra Damned scripted."

Take 341

"A girl just barely a woman how amusing, you interfered with my heist." He twisted the knife against her throat. "I should kill you, but Noriykoi's a cold hearted bitch."

Kania giggled. "She going to kill you now!"

Bakura looked scared. "I'm going to run for my life now. Bye!"

"Bakura I'm going to murder you!" The rest of this footage has been censored due graphic nature of Bakura's imminent death.