Hi, to those reading this and who have read this story before. Just to tell you I have made soem dramatic changes to this series as I got more idea's for Bakura and my OC and decided to bring out more character development as well as fix my grammar. I wrote this in 2012 and now that I have reread it I decided to fix a few things.

Enjoy.

Be not among drunkards or among gluttonous eaters of meat, for the drunkard and the glutton will come to poverty, and slumber will clothe them with rags.

Delilah cringed when Bakura ate the roasted in a savage manner. Pieces of meat flying everywhere and the juice squirting on his face as his sharp teeth bit into it.

The two thieves were having lunch on a hill top in the desert on top of a rock during the hot summer weather. They had just finished robbing a noble from Iran and they had collected the gold and jewels from him that were supposed to be delivered to the king of his country. As luck had it, they had also found food in the carriage, since neither of them ate for a few days they took the opportunity to finally get something to eat.

Delilah made their lunches, due to the fact that she is the only one who can cook. She made herself an old fashion salad and a Pita, along with some fresh red wine in the gold cup. She was happy knowing the king of Iran had Greek food seeing how she is yet to get used to Egyptian cuisine.

Of course Delilah couldn't quite enjoy her meal.

That is because Bakura was eating like a wild animal, he was making a mess as he ate the bread, pig and he was downing his wine. Delilah was not at all impressed with his atrocious table manners, while Bakura lived on the streets and as not taught any better when it came to manners Delilah officially had it up to here.

"Are you a man or a beast, Bakura?" Delilah asked sarcastically and showing her disgust.

Bakura looked at her while he had the meat in his mouth with a little grease on his face. He raised his eyebrow at the woman,"What's that suppose to mean?" he asked with his food in his mouth. Delilah gritted her teeth in disgust.

"I underastand that we haven't eaten for days, but your table manners are much to be desired, especially when I'm losing my appetite seeing your mouth open with food in it."

"Pfft," Bakura scoffed, "Yeah right, I'll have you know that I can eat and do as I please since I am the king of thieves."

"More like king of the pigs. Don't even get me started on how it smells like a slaughter house every time you belch after a meal...among other things you do." Delilah muttered as she drank her wine.

Bakura heard her comment and glared at her,"May I remind you that if it weren't for me helping your way around this country, you would have died while you are in this god forsaken desert. You are a foreigner from a country most Egyptian's don't take kindly to so I suggest you show some gratitude, especially when back in your country you are a wanted criminal."

Delilah double-taken his comment and snarled at him,"And if it weren't for me not killing you and agreeing to help you on your quest, you wouldn't be eating the food that I happened to have prepared you! You may have knowledge of this country and know how to get to other towns around here, but you know nothing about cooking for yourself and you often spend the gold you stole in those cheap whore houses. I have skills that you don't have either, so in term you need me just as much as I need you!"

As Delilah said that, Bakura was shocked and blinked a few times. Then a wicked grin spread across his face. Delilah blinked at him while still glaring.

"What is it?" she said.

Suddenly, Bakura moved in closer to her while still smirking, "So you need me, do you?"

Delilah blinked again, only this time she was blushing and her emerald green eyed widened, "...Y-yes, because you know Egypt better than I do," she turned her head and closed her eyes, "what's your point?"

Bakura got closer to Delilah, and the Greek woman's heart started beating faster. Bakura moved a piece of Delilah's raven black hair behind her ear while looking in her eyes.

"It's nice to know that I'm needed so much, and if it means anything, I need you to."

Delilah went red when he said that. Before Bakura knew it, Delilah ended up slamming her bowl of salad in his face. The bowl fell to the ground and Bakura ended up having pieces of vegetables all over his face. Delilah turned her back towards him and drank her wine quickly.

"Shut up and eat your food!" Delilah demanded.

The thief king sighed. He took a piece of salad from his face and looked at it and cringed.

"I hate Vegetables."

End of Chapter one.