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I don't own Yugioh, Me, my characters and my crazy ass imagination. XD Oh! I changed it to Tragedy because there will be death in the end but I'm not going to tell you who, cause I'm mean like that XD Enjoy!

Bakura and Marik rode for the long hours of the night to a small ruined village that was nestled in a canyon outside the Valley of the Kings. These were the ruins of Kul Elna, Bakura's village. Marik had noticed that the whole ride, Bakura seemed off in space. There were multiple times when Marik would tap him on the shoulder and ask what was on his mind.

"It's none of your business, Marik." He would reply harshly and Marik would leave him alone for a few moments, then tap him on the shoulder again. Eventually Bakura rode ahead and Marik had to kick his horse to catch up.

"Not funny, Bakura! You're going to wear the horses out!" Marik called and Bakura slowed. Bakura glanced over his shoulder.

"Marik, I told you before and I'll say it again, it's none of you business, so piss off." Marik sighed.

"Fine." The two rode in silence after that. Marik trailed behind Bakura, not wanting to have him yell, but Marik couldn't help but wonder what was going on in the thief's head.

'What the hell is up with you, Bakura?' Marik wondered the whole ride home.

When the two thieves made it to the village, other thieves greeted them. Two walked up and lead the two stolen horses to the stables and the others walked up to greet Marik and Bakura, including Marik's two brothers, Malik and Odion. Malik was Marik's twin brother, but they were different in both personality and appearance that the others could tell them apart. For one thing, Malik was a bit taller then Marik and his blonde hair was spiked up in thick blonde spikes that stuck out in random directions. Odion, however, was Marik's and Malik's adopted brother. He was around to keep an eye on his younger brothers, especially Marik. Bakura had met them when he was still a little kid and became very close to them. Malik walked up to his brother and punched him in the arm.

"We heard that you managed to get yourself caught, Marik. Good thing Bakura was in the palace to save your sorry ass." He bluntly told his brother and Marik pushed him.

"Shut up, and if anything it was Valon's fault that I got caught."

"Whatever you say, Marik." Odion pushed Malik to the side.

"I'm just glad you're okay." Marik smiled at him.

"Thanks Odion." Malik looked away from his brothers to see Bakura trudging away in the direction to go deeper into the village.

"Hey, Bakura!" Malik called. "Where are you going?" Bakura glanced over his shoulder.

"I need some time to think, if anyone needs me, I'll be in the Forbidden house." And with that, he walked deeper into the ruined village. The Forbidden house, as Bakura's men called it, was the home of the Millennium stone and the resting place of Bakura's ka, Diabond. Very few people were brave enough to venture into the house and down the stairwell that lead underground, because of the restless spirits that would kill anyone who dared to enter. The only one that was safe from the spirit's wrath was Bakura. Bakura walked into the house and passed the tablet of Diabond that was framed in skulls. The skulls of the Kul Elna villagers. He walked deeper into the house and stopped at the stairwell, before descending it one stair at a time. The eerie presence of both the spirits and something stronger filled the air, but Bakura didn't show any fear. This was the place where he was going to kill the Pharaoh. A smirk found its way onto the Thief king's face as he thought of ways to bring the Pharaoh's demise, but there was one problem. That girl that he had seen in the courtyard appeared in his mind again and he stopped.

"For Ra's sake, why do you keep coming back!?" He cried as he shook his head furiously.

'You are distracted Bakura.' The voice of Zorc the dark one echoed in his mind. 'By a girl?!' Bakura could hear the smirk on the demon's face and it pissed him off.

"Shut up!" Bakura hissed furiously.

'Oh please, don't tell me that you were taken by that girl. I thought that the great Thief King Bakura didn't feel emotion.'

"I'm not taken by that girl! And shut up, I don't have emotion." Zorc chuckled.

'If anything Bakura, you know that isn't true.' The ghastly form of Zorc appeared over the Millennium stone.

'You're a human just like your men, so you are bond to feel emotion, you just don't admit to it.' Bakura looked at the spirit with a deadpan look.

'Including Love.' Bakura snorted.

"Love is nothing more then a pathetic emotion. It doesn't serve any use, to anyone." With that, he walked out of the room, leaving Zorc hovering over the stone.

'You have no use for love, just remember your place is to serve me.' Then he retreated back to the Shadow Realm.

Tenionia strode into the library to see Atem listening to Siamon and looking intensely bored and going to fall asleep. Tenionia quietly snickered when Siamon snapped at the prince and he sat up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch what you said Siamon." Siamon sighed in frustration. Tenionia stepped out from behind the bookshelves and offered a smile.

"Siamon, how about I try to teach him?" Siamon looked at Tenionia like she was flat out insane.

"Lady Tenionia, you don't need to do that."

"It's fine, I don't mind." Tenionia smiled and Siamon shrugged. The old vizier walked out, muttering how he was so under appreciated in the palace. Tenionia looked at Atem, who was eying her suspiciously .

"What?"

"You just wanted to speak with me didn't you?" Tenionia made a face.

"Fine, you caught me. I wanted to talk to you about the thief invading the palace, last night." Atem's eyes widened.

"I heard about that, but no one would give me the details."

"Well, a thief broke into the palace and freed Marik Ishtar. That is what I know." Atem looked down, deep in thought.

"What are you thinking?"

"I overheard my Father say that nothing was stolen, just Marik was freed." Tenionia lifted an eyebrow at that.

"That's strange. You would think that the thief would take something."

"That's what you would think." Atem nodded. Tenionia sighed.

"I don't like it Atem, something doesn't seem right." Atem placed his hands on her shoulders and offered her a smile.

"It will be alright, Tenionia, you don't have to worry." He reassured her. That didn't help calm her very much, but she hugged Atem and walked out of the library.

Tenionia sent a white ball of fire at a wooden practice doll and blackened it in the process. Mahad walked up and looked at the doll.

"Someone seems aggravated today." He admitted and Tenionia looked at him.

"I'm a little bit aggravated." She told him.

"Seto pushing your buttons again?" Tenionia blew a tuff of black hair that had fallen in her face. It was no secret that Seto and Tenionia clashed. It was known though out the court and it was up to Mahad and Atem to calm her down when she was upset thanks to Seto.

"Don't let him get to you, Tenionia."

"I'm not as tough as you are, Mahad." She admitted. She turned back to the doll and sent another ball of fire at the doll. Getting the sense that she didn't want to talk any more, Mahad walked off to help another magician. Tenionia turned and watched him walk off and bowed her head.

'Mahad, Seto attacks me because of who I am and where I come from. I'm not from here.' Tenionia looked down at her hand where a ball of white flames hovered above her palm. She sighed though her nose and hurled it at the doll, charring the wood black.