Hey, Just to say I don't own anything, or I would be damn rich! Erm, I hope you enjoy it, reviews are appretiated, next chapter, up next week.
Welcome, to Egypt. My homeland. An exotic land, filled with spices, and parties. How nice would it be to say that? But I am afraid, that I can't. My beautiful homeland is ruled by a tyrant. Power hungry, and evil. Destroying villages and people. Egypt, under the cruel claws, of Pharaoh Atem.
I am Bakura, and I am fed up of this dictator ruling my home. I want an end to it. There is no freedom anymore. No right to speak. There are no parties, spices are expensive, and food is barely affordable. I want to know, what did we do wrong to make the gods bestow upon us such a wicked leader? I have to struggle to feed myself, my family have starved. Does the Pharaoh care, that his nation is dying? No, he does not. He sees us as infestation, diseased, like bugs, needing to be killed. He sacrifices people, regardless of their family, to feed 'The Greater Power'. He's killed legions of people, to clear the land, and make way for new monuments, to himself.
Many people think I'm some sort of criminal, a thief, a lowlife. I shall admit, I am a thief, and I am good at what I do. But nobody, who lives under Pharaoh Atem's rule, can honestly say that they have never stolen. Its necessity- don't steal, don't eat. I'm 16, and I intend to get older, and if I attempt to make an honest living, I won't reach my 17th birthday, and it's only 4 months away. I guess we live dangerously, we could loose our hands for theft, but half of the Pharaoh's 'loyal' men, don't like him themselves. The Pharaoh is always with some kid that looks like him, many people think it's his cousin, or brother, but people closer to the king, claim it to be his lover. He's a little brat too. He had 4 villages burnt down, to build him a new house. Of course, Atem wouldn't say no to Yugi. The court isn't much good either. Well, Mahad barely knows what he's doing, and is probably only on there because he knows the pharaoh personally, Isis…she probably creeped him out so much he gave her the job, Siamun is just some old fool that's probably related. Akhenaden is some cynical man, obsessed with Seto, who's probably the only decent guy on the court. Seto's only so nice, seen as he used to live on the street too. Taken in by that Akhenaden guy…freaky.
Well, enough about the country and the bastards running it. Let's talk about the real issues, one of which is me, and my best friend, Marik. We're plotting to overthrow the tyrants, and put someone of use into power, I would suggest myself, but that's silly. Because then Marik would kill me and it'd all be driven into chaos…yes…sweet chaos.
Anyway, I wander through the streets to find Marik, it's barely day break, so its nice a cool, its beautiful scenery, the low sun in the red sky, gently turning blue, soft sand under my feet, closed stalls, but clean, ready for the midday bizarre. It's so quiet, everyone's asleep. I was enjoying the loneliness when suddenly…
"Kuuuuraa!" Harmony gone. I froze and watched the frantic blonde running towards me. Oh dear lord, why me?
"Yes, Marik?" I eyed him, until he calmed down, realizing how quiet the town was.
"Sorry. I have the maps." I looked at him, urging him to show me, he snapped up, as if it had just hit him, and pulled out 3 papyrus scrolls. I looked at each one in turn, analysing the difficult text, I'm not a very good reader, and I know Marik isn't. I don't really know anyone who is. It never seemed all that important. On the good side, I can read maps; I let my eyes wander over the black ink, marking the palace walls and chambers. I nodded slowly when I'd finished, and looked at Marik.
"So, we need a plan." I said, keeping my voice low. Treason is a high crime, for which you'd pay for with your life. Although, I can't see many people here wanting to turn me in, they hate the Pharaoh. It's not that I want to be some sort of Hero, I'm not trying to dethrone him for them, and I'm doing it for me. He killed my family. Marik looked at me, and smiled, he looks so creepy when he does that.
"Well, I say, we wait until dusk tomorrow, when people are tired, ready to sleep, and sneak in through the back entrance, and hide, dress up as servants, and poison the food." I looked at him and nodded, it was a half decent plan. A few changes maybe, but yeah. Good plan. We shall put it into action first thing tomorrow…
So what did you think?
Bakura: It sucked.
Marik: Just cos you're poor. -Bakura jumps him.-
FDR: EEk. Byebye -Pulls Bakura And Marik Apart-