No…I do not own it. –Crouches in the corner writing a letter to Santa. Guess what's at the top-

Chan: I am scum… I am soooooo sorry I haven't updated yet. I will start updating my Yu-Gi-Oh stories again now.

Yami: No!

Chan: yes. I think Yami's been missing them.

Yami: … --

Chan: I guess I should just get on with the update now, huh? See you in the end notes.

Chapter Four
The Plot

Normal P.O.V.

For over a week, Yami lay in bed at the house of the two outlaws, not well enough to walk, let alone try and go home. Gradually he stared to heal and each day he was able to stay awake a little longer than the day before. During the second week, Bakura carried Yami up to the roof so he could be out in the air a bit more. He sat the young prince so his back was resting against a rolled up blanket.

"Don't get used to me carrying you about everywhere." He growled making sure the smaller boy was covered by the sheets. "You're only staying till you're better."

Yami nodded silently and wriggled further under the sheet. The roof was warm underneath him from the sun and he could feel himself drifting off. Before he could properly fall asleep however, Bakura came back and threw a piece of fruit at him. He caught it.

"Eat it." Snapped the white haired thief. "You're too skinny. I can see your ribs."

Nervously, Yami nodded before biting into the fruit. He could feel the juice running into his mouth and down his throat. It tasted sweet. He smiled and Bakura half smiled back, before leaving quickly.

Yami's P.O.V.

It felt strange not living in a huge building surrounded by people. I'm not complaining but it was very different now I was staying in a small, rundown house with just two other people. Oddly, I missed very few things about living at the palace. I missed Teanna, but I didn't miss not being aloud out of my room. I certainly didn't miss my father. The food Chan and Bakura ate was different to what was ate back at the palace. I still wasn't exactly sure what they did to earn money to buy the food but I wasn't really sure I should be asking.

As the days past I started to want to wander around more. There wasn't much to explore, just the bedroom, the roof and another room which I suppose they used for everything else. There was a space in the corner where a small fire burnt, filling the whole building with the smell of whatever was cooking. It already felt more like home than the palace ever had.

I didn't realise at the time, but all over the kingdom people were looking for me. My dad was probably glad, but he couldn't exactly ignore the disappearance of his only son. I was pretty well hidden though. Who would believe that the prince of Egypt was living in a small, falling down building in the outskirts of the city? There was just tiny little thing that kept nagging at me. What if someone did believe it?

Normal P.O.V.

It was mayhem in the palace. There seemed to be twice as many people as usual, especially guards. There were guards patrolling all over the palace grounds and city at all times, day and night. Despite their continuing efforts, there was still no sign of Prince Yami. When the leader of the top rank of guards was called to see the pharaoh one afternoon, he expected the man to be worried and angry. He expected to be shouted at asked what was taking so long to find the boy. He was very shocked when he entered the room to find the pharaoh sitting calmly in a chair, sipping a drink.

"Any news?" the question came from the man in the chair, without a hint of emotion.

"No, not yet my pharaoh. But we-" he began, only to be cut off mid sentence.

"Where have you searched?"

"Everywhere we could think of. Do you know anywhere that he might have g-" he was once again cut off.

"Why should I know where that brat might be hiding?" snapped the pharaoh.

"Sorry, my pharaoh. I'm sure we will find him soon."

"No. You will not be finding him."

"Excuse me?"

"I said, you will not find them." The man smirked wickedly. "Well, let me rephrase that. IF you find him, you won't be telling anyone." At these words he pulled out a sharp, jewelled and deadly looking dagger. He held the weapon out to the other man. "You will stab him through the heart and throw his body into the Nile. Along with anyone else who is with him."

Absolute silence stayed in the room after these words.

"You can't mean that…." The guard half gasped.

"I am very serious. Now do you wish to suffer the same fate as the prince?" he was answered by a silent shake of the head.

"Good. Now make sure you do as I say, and don't breathe a word of this to anyone." The pharaoh watched as the knife was tucked into the waist band of the man's trouser, and then watched as he left. He thought of his son getting killed and laughed evilly.

End Chapter

Chan: I'm SO sorry that this chapter is so damn short. But I had to end it there for dramatic affect. And anyway, a short chapter is better than no chapter, right?

Yami: wrong. I prefer no chapter.

Chan: well you would, you're you. Any way, loyal and wonderful readers, pleeeeeease review?