There's not much I can say about this fic without spoiling the whole thing so I'll tell you what I can. This is somewhat of a history of thiefshipping in an approach that I'm positive has not yet been tried. It takes place during the Thief King's past and could fit in the regular story timeline with some tweaking here and there.

"The name's Akefia," a snakelike voice introduced, "pleased to make your acquaintance."

Akefia's two smokey blue eyes locked hard on his new prey. He placed one hand gingerly onto the soft brown shoulder of the woman of choice and gave his million watt grin. Out of all the peasants and beggars that swarmed the pub late that night she was the most well-dressed. Adorned in hundreds of gold beads and bangles and inked head to toe in strange tattoos, Akefia saw the perfect opportunity.

"Well, pretty lady," he said brushing his finger across her cheek and tucking a strand of her sandy blonde hair back from her face, "won't you tell me your name?"

The woman smirked and shrugged Akefia's hand off her shoulder.

"You want to know my name?" She said wrapping a finger around one of Akefia's own, "Then you'll have to buy me a drink first."

Akefia, for a brief moment, was caught off guard. It was this feeling that made him want to play her game. Things were usually more fun this way. Seeing that he was willing the woman dragged Akefia over to the bar. She walked with such a sway in her step that complimented the lizard tattoo that Akefia spied on her lower back, Akefia couldn't help but feel delighted inside for the job ahead.

"Two sir." called Akefia to the bartender.

"Kyeh!" the woman scoffed, "two for me too."

Akefia was once again surprised by the woman's unusual manner but he didn't object. The moment the woman received her drinks she downed them faster than anything Akefia had ever seen in his life. When she was finished her violet-gem eyes meet Akefia's telling him it was his turn.

Akefia was hoping he wouldn't have to drink much; that the woman would do all the drinking for him, it made it easier to pick pockets that way. Since she left him no other choice he downed both glasses hoping she would end up being the one more drunk in the end.

"Sheeba." She said as Akefia finished.

"It suits you."

"Akefia, right?"

"You could call me that."

"And you could call me "yours" for a few more drinks." Without even waiting for Akefia's permission she called to the bartender once more and he sent them each two more drinks, "You know you're paying right?"

"Then I guess you're mine." Akefia didn't hesitate to hand over the money to the bartender but he knew he couldn't keep it up for much longer.

"I like parties and dancing," Sheeba said fluttering her eyelashes looking a little more interested in Akefia, "and stallions. The faster the better."

"And what if I couldn't get you those things?" Akefia teased poking her playfully on the nose.

"Then I won't be giving you what you want." She said laughing. Her laugh made electricity run down Akefia's spine. Luckily for him what HE wanted was within reaching distance now, a pouch of coins he found tied to Sheeba's waist.

"Then, hell, I'll give you everything." He began to lean in as if to kiss her, closing his eyes, one hand reaching for her face and the other her pouch. He was sure he had it when he fell short. Sheeba had moved just out of his range.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Sheeba said playfully grabbing Akefia's wrist closest to her pouch.

Knowing his cover was now blown right open Akefia reached for his dagger.

"Not so fast." said Sheeba in a sing-song voice.

"You dirty bitch! What have you done with it?"

"You mean this?" Sure enough Sheeba pulled Akefia's dagger right from her waist band and dangled it just out of his reach, "I 'found' it."

"Give it back!"

"Hmm... looks pretty. Too pretty to belong to a common thief if you ask me. I take it this dagger is special, no?"

Enraged Akefia threw himself at Sheeba but Sheeba was clever and used the weight of Akefia's rage to pin the thief to the ground and leave him prone. All the people in the pub turned their heads to face the racket.

"If you want your dagger back so badly you'll have to earn it." Sheeba slid the dagger back in her waistband and started to walk away from Akefia.

"Let's meet up on the outskirts, tomorrow, if you're interested." She said and turned out the door without another word.

Akefia was in silence as he took in his shame. That dagger meant more to him than his own soul.

Phew! That was alot of work (but only two pages on MS word ;A; ) I'm just glad it's over with now. Anyways... If you haven't gotten it yet this woman has something to do with Marik and by the end of the next chapter you'll see exactly what. You can expect this new chapter sometime between this week and the next.