A/N: This was an idea I had before but I decided not to write it then I was inspire again to write this. So I am. And here it is. It's going to be a short story that could or could not possibly be turned into a longer one. I like to explain that it takes place a year before Atem is king, so his father is ruling right now. It kind is the rise of Bakura becoming a king among thieves and amsebling a army to defeat Atem. So please enjoy.

Disclaimer: (Note I only do these once as I'm sure we all own I do not own) Yu gi oh belongs to the original creator and producers of the manga and anime. I do not own the characters in any form but I own my ideas and my OCs.


Saved by the Devil

Her entire life, she was nothing more than a servant to a king, watched and overlook by those above her station. Despite that, she was content with it, because she in turn was befriended by Atem, who was the son of the pharaoh. He treated her with respect and kindness as he did with any fellow being, he was a good man. Even with her fairer complexion, grey eyes, and blonde hair, Atem still spoke to her without wary eyes. The whole palace did, as she did not take the familiar characteristic of an Egyptian, and she fear the day her origin would befall her existence. The day came sooner than expected as she reached the age of 16.

The old priest, had always a suspicion eye on her whenever they crossed paths, studying her with his millennium eye. As she cleaned the floor of the steps with a worn rag, he came upon and snatched her up, dragging her against her cries of protest. She tried to reason with him, having no idea what she could have possibly done. There, before the king of Egypt, he tossed her at the steps of the great Pharaoh; she winced as she crash on the hard stone and glance at said king before averting her eyes. Here she was before royalty and the pang in her stomach warn her of the impeding danger. Stunted and befuddled, she knelt down, never once straying to stare at him.

"What is the meaning of this, Akhenaden? Why do you bring this servant to my feet?" His rose boomed with authority and annoyance.

Akhenaden kneeled, and hung his head in respect before rising to his feet. "My king, this slave has a great evil within her; I implore you to execute her.

She gasped and stared at the tanned priest. The king shifted in his throne and observed his brother. "That is a bold accusation, my brother. Are you certain of this?"

"Yes, my Pharaoh. I have seen it with the millennium eye, it lies in dormant for now but once release it will plague Egypt with great destruction. "

The Pharaoh considered this and the slave gaped at the stone beneath her. How could there be a great evil within her? An evil great enough to harm her home? There was no way. "It is too great of a threat to leave alive. Please, with your permission, I wish to have my men slay the girl in the desert."

"You cannot seal away this evil?"

"No, my lord."

There was a long silence and she finally looked up at the king with pleading eyes. "My great king, please, I beg you spare my life. I have no will to harm you or my home. "

"Be silent, slave." Akhenaden shouted.

"Please." She begged and caught a blow to the back of her head. "I said be silent."

Teary eyed, she gazed at the king, in his eyes she could see the struggled of the decisions weighing down on him. They blinked shut before opening with a hint of sadness to them and she knew her life was over. "Very well, Priest Akhenaden. I grant you permission to execute this girl."

The priest bowed and snapped his fingers, in a flash two guards lifted the girl from the floor and led her out of the throne room. With one last look, she saw the king mouthed the words "I'm sorry".

Atem passed by them down a corridor and commanded. "What are you doing with her?!"

"My young lord, your father has approved the execution of this slave, please step aside."

Atem gasped, startled. "For what reason?"

"I'm sorry, my young prince but that is between the king and I." Priest Akehenaden finished and nudged the ushered the guards onward.

She struggled against their clutches. "My lord, Atem, please speak with the king, I did nothing wrong. Please"

"I will. Don't worry. I will stop this."

The sun glared down on them, even with her white linen dress, she felt like her skin was boiling. Beams of sweat slithering down her face, as the chains rattled in the silent dessert. Two guards took her away from the city with shackles and chains binding her, sickles posed at their hips. It was the end of the line for her. This was how her life was going to conclude, charged with a crime she did not commit.

She swayed and collapsed to her knee, mouth dry, body on fire. "Stop." One guard said. "She fell, again."

The other sighed and they stopped, looking down on her small form. "We should just slay her now. It is far enough from the city. If by some chance she lives, she will never make it back before the dessert claims her."

"You're right." Their shadows crept upon as the sun began to sat on the hills of golden waves, weapons sheathed one man towered over her, arm raised with a sickle in hand. Suddenly, there was a sound off in the darkening sky, and a spear stabbed through said guard's torso. She watched in awe and horror as a man on a horse appeared and charged at the other guard with a sword in hand. In a flash, the man corpse fell beside her as blood pooled from his beheaded neck.

But who would save her? Two tanned sandaled feet emerged into her sight and she looked up at her savoir. "Who are you?"

The man smirked and kneeled to her eye level, unshackling her bindings with a key he pick from the dead guards. His hair was long and white as the clouds, eyes as blue as the river of the Nile, skin bronze like statue, a single white scar running down his right cheek. He wore a blue skirt and a long red robe, she could see his chisel toned abs. The burning chains fell to the sand and she rubbed her aching wrist.

"Just here to spare the life of a fellow criminal." He answered standing up.

She bolted up. "Crinimal? You are mistaken. I am no criminal. I was falsely accused by a mad priest."

He smirked and glance at the dead guards. "Is that so? That why they were dragging you into the middle of the dessert to slay you. No innocent person receives that kind of punishment."

"Well I'm not a criminal. Do not compare me to you."

He snatched her chin in his hand, pulling her towards him as he glared down on her with those blue eyes. "Now, now, that is not the way a lady thanks a gentlemen who saved her. If you knew who I was you would know better than to speak to me in such a way."

She didn't falter. "Who are you?"

He smirked. "I am Thief Bakura,"