Author's Note: Alright first off this story will be based off an RP. This means, to be blunt, that it may piss a few people off due to reasons pretaining to charaterization, pairings, events, etc. So if you are overly sensitive and freak out if a character says one little thing that they would usually not, then this is not for you =] However, I have rewritten most of this and changed as many things that I can to keep characters in character without destroying the "plot" line and having to redo everything. Keep in mind that the "plot" for this was not established before hand, and so we made it up as we went along, sometimes in the middle of the night when we were both so tired that what we were saying probably made no sense at all.

With that said (if all that hasn't already scared you away by now) onto the story =]

- XxpeacefulragexX

Dusk had just fallen over the normally bustling city, its markets shut down and houses boarded up and locked tight for the night to come. All of its inhabitants had returned to the false safety of their homes, as nowhere was truly safe.

The band of thieves, led by none other than the infamous Thief King Bakura, was not far off from its boarders, planning a raid. Two young thieves moved silently through the camp, their stride confident as they made their way to their leader's tent to be briefed for their next assignment. When the two reached their destination they entered without permission, as only a select few were permitted to do. The light within the tent showed them to be female, a rare sight among the gruff men of the camp.

The two women knelt before the figure seated on the ground, awaiting their commands. Bakura was entertaining himself by tossing a sharp dagger up into the air repeatedly and catching it single-handedly. They two thieves avoided their leader's sharp gaze, his lavender eyes seemed to be able to hold them captive if they made eye contact. Instead they allowed their gazes to fall to the floor.

"I want you to locate and steal one of the Millennium Items, the Millennium Ring to be exact," he said, jumping straight to the point, his voice rough. "Once I collect all seven I can finally take my revenge on the Pharaoh for what he did to me," he bit out, slamming his dagger into the map of the city that was spread out before him.

The blond thief winced a bit at the Thief King's tone and couldn't help the pang of sadness that washed over her. She was probably one of his only followers that knew Bakura's tragic history, though she didn't know all of it, only what he had chosen to share with her. The brunette next to the blond knew only a very limited amount of information on her leader's past, and only because the girl beside her had informed her. Though they both thought it best that their king never knew.

The blond gathered her nerves as best as she could and glanced up to lock eyes with the leader she so admired. She couldn't help but let her emerald eyes sweep over his body before returning to his face. "Where is this item located, my Lord?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't notice the faint blush coloring her pale cheeks. Unfortunately for both the girls they were not Egyptian born and so they were fairer in skin and such things were much more noticeable on them.

"The Pharaoh's palace," he answered bluntly. "One of his six High Priests wields it. I'm quite sure the two of you will be able to find and secure it. Bring it back to me, and let no one see you," he instructed. "You may go. Take the horses tethered outside the tent. The journey there should take a few days, so there are some supplies for you to take as well," he informed them flatly.

"Thank you for your kindness, my Lord," the brunette said with a bow that the blond imitated.

The Thief King nodded his acknowledgement. "I wish to speak with Kora in private," he stated simply. Kora, the blond, raised her gaze to meet the eyes of her leader questionably. The brunette nodded and rose from the floor to exit the tent without a backward glance.

Once the other thief was gone Bakura lifted a hand and beckoned Kora closer to him, a questionable smirk pulling at his lips. He waited until the female thief had taken up a kneeling position much closer to him than she had been before he spoke again.

"Both of you should be cautious during this raid; it will most likely be dangerous," he warned. Kora nodded her understanding. The Thief King smirked again when he realized that she had picked the habit of silence up from him. He leaned forward suddenly, closing the distance between them and pressing his lips against hers in a ferocious kiss.

She stiffened at the unexpected and unexplained contact, though she quickly forced herself to relax against him. She was the first to pull back from the bruising kiss, and she couldn't hide that the experience had left her breathless.

"May I ask, my Lord, what that was for?" she questioned though she imagined she would regret it later. With Bakura it was better to obey without questioning him. And if he wanted to kiss her then she had no right to refuse him, after all, she owed him her life.

The Thief King chuckled at her words, his voice taking on a sinister tone without really meaning to. He used his index finger to lift her chin while he stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. "You should be able to figure that out, my dear," he murmured softly, leaning forward to lick the lobe of her ear. "I have often caught you watching me from afar, and even tonight I noticed you looking me over. Am I appealing to you?" he asked in an almost teasing fashion. "Does my body language not say what my words don't?"

Kora shuddered, partially at being caught staring and partially because of his words. "B-body language?" she stuttered. She was confused. He had never shown any indication of being attracted to her before. Why now?

"Yes, body language. You are a very observant girl, are you not? He asked as he grew closer to her once again, stopping when he was only a few mere inches away. He tilted her head up so she could see the look of undisguised lust in his eyes. "You understand what this all means, correct?" he inquired.

"I-I suppose," she stammered, not quite knowing what to make of her leader's sudden advances. While it was true that she had often watched him when she thought he wasn't looking and secretly wished he would make some sort of move on her, she had never once entertained the idea that he seriously would.

The pair locked gazes, lavender staring into green. He pressed his body against hers and his skin felt hot to the touch, enough so that she could feel his heat through their thin linen robes. He smirk grew as he leaned forward to whisper into her ear.

"Kora, you tempt me without even trying." He pulled away suddenly before continuing. "But you must go and obtain the Millennium Ring. When you return I promise that I shall make you mine." He nibbled lightly on the flesh of her pale neck, leaving his mark on her skin.

The blush that was already coloring Kora's cheeks intensified and she nodded shyly. "I will return, we both shall," she vowed. "But if we are to make it there by the end of the week we must depart now, my Lord," she said with a tinge of regret as she pushed slightly away from him.

He nodded in agreement and rose to stand, pulling her up with him. "Of course, and I will be awaiting your return with my Millennium Item. If you are successful you both shall be rewarded," he said, gesturing behind him to a small pile of jewelry glittering in the candlelight.

She nodded once in acknowledgement before briefly kneeling on the floor once more. "Then excuse me, my Lord," she whispered before fleeing his tent without awaiting dismissal. She jogged lightly to where the horses and supplies as well as her fellow thief were awaiting her arrival. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Valeria," she apologized.

The brunette, Valeria, immediately took on a teasing tone as she addressed her friend. "What happened in there, Kora?" she asked playfully. "Did you finally make a move on our Lord?" she teased, knowing full well how much her friend admired their leader.

She was already seated atop her mount with the supplies they were provided with ready to go. Kora blushed as she swung herself up on to her own mount. "Not quite," she murmured with a sly grin. Reaching behind her she tied her long blond hair up into a simple twist on the back of her head, exposing the mark Bakura had made. "More like he came onto me," she said as she pointed to the hicky.

"You lucky little thief," Valeria said with a Cheshire grin. "Did he promise anything in return for such a treacherous mission?" she asked as she kneed the horse firmly but gently, the horse moving into a light trot in response, Kora following her lead.

The blond nodded. "He said that when we return we would both be rewarded with some treasure from the recent raid. And he promised to…," she trailed off, embarrassment creeping over her at the words that she couldn't bring herself to speak. "Well, I'm sure you can figure that part out on your own," she hinted.

Her companion grinned back at her in return, suppressing the urge to tease the blond girl further. "Let's get a move on, shall we?" she said, changing the subject. "At this rate we'll never get there before the week's end." At Kora's nod the two thieves spurred their horses into a gallop, enjoying the feeling of the cool night air washing over their faces as they rode into the darkness and towards their most challenging raid yet.

Author's Note: Well it was short but it's a start I suppose. Not as much exposition as I would have liked, but I didn't want to cram everything into the first chapter, so more will be revieled about Kora and Valria and their pasts in the next few chapters.

So, reviews of constructive critisism are always appriciated. Flames, however, are not. I warned everyone that this was going to be a slightly spontanious story and may not always make much sense. It was simply for our entertainment and we decided to share them. So keep your bashings to yourself =]

- XxpeacefulragexX