1Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugi-Ou. I just write in Hebrews.

A/N: This takes place some time before the Egypt Arch saga. I imagine around half a year before. Again, I hope any anti-Semitism is seen as proving a point that is not anti-Semitic.

Jono is Jonouchi/Joey.

Habib is Honda/Tristan.

Safiya is Shizuka/Serenity.

Mock Forms

Chapter IV: A Little Too Rash

Thief King and Safiya were waiting inside the house after Habib left. Neither knew exactly what had happened; but both had a decent idea. Safiya was worried and had found a spot to sit by her brother's side.

Thief King, however, had other things on his mind. He was thinking about the boy with the Sennen item from the another day. He had never known anyone, besides a priest, to own one and something else seemed wrong too. The staff had seemed different than the other items. "Do you remember what the boy had said the other day?"

Safiya looked away from her brother and at Thief King. "What did you say, King?"

"I asked if you remember what that boy who attacked your brother said to you."

Safiya looked confused. "What does it matter?"

Thief King recoiled a little. He thought to himself then replied. "You want revenge, don't you? You need to know who it is."

Saifya looked at him curiously. "Revenge?" she thought to herself before answering. "I don't want revenge. I just want my brother to get better."

Thief King thought to himself. He didn't know if he thought she was foolish for not wanting it. "I just thought I could help you if the priests won't." He lied.

"You want to?..." Safiya smiled. "Thank you for trying to help us."

Thief King grunted to himself. He wasn't used to being thanked. "So, what was did he say to you?"

Safiya perked up and nodded. "He said that..." She thought to herself with a slight groan. "He said he was a 'noble' and that he... he mentioned the 'sennen staff.' That's what he said the staff was. I don't know what it is."

Thief King had a look in his eyes. It was vicious like a caged animal. "Did he say where he got it? Is it one of the seven?" Both questions were not thought out and had been said quickly.

Safiya was a little frightened. "King, what's wrong with you?"

"Did he say?" He was closer now and looked desperate. "Did he?" He approached her again grabbing her shoulders. "DID HE!"

Safiya was shaking terribly by this point. "King, stop it, you're scaring me!"

"ANSWER!"

"He didn't say anything! He just said what it was and that he was a noble."

Thief King stopped and let go of her. He was back to normal. He backed away again and sat down across the room.

Safiya was shaken. She didn't know where that had come from. She didn't think she had done anything. Maybe, he was crazy. Maybe her brother was right. She scolded herself, mentally. He had been upset. He always got that look in his eyes when she mentioned these "sennen" things. She didn't know why and maybe it was none of her business. "He didn't, King. He just said that he had it. He didn't say how he got it."

Thief King looked over at her. "You're not kicking me out?"

Safiya smiled. "King, if we kicked out everyone who got mad, no one would live here."

Thief King turned, a little embarrassed by her kindness. He had been kicked out of the House of Beer for less, far less.

"What are we going to do, King?" She asked.

"About what?"

"Everything. My brother. Habib. Us." She concerned.

"Your brother's ba is low. I don't know how low though. If its too low, he'll die." Thief King said looking at Jono.

"Isn't there anything we can do?" She said half in tears.

"Only priests can transfer ba."

"We can't talk to the priests. If they find out I'm single, they'll... Unless..." Safiya had a mischievous look on her face.

Thief King grew nervous. "Unless, what?"

"Unless, you were my husband." She said happily.

Thief King looked mortified.

"Then we could ask the priests. They never bother married women."

"I'm a criminal!"

"They don't know what you look like."

"I'm a rebel!"

"You said yourself, they never check on those things."

"Absolutely not!"

"But you like me."

Thief King suddenly realized what was going on. She was flirting with him. "No! Well yes, but no!" Thief King groaned. "You're... I'm not... No!"

That was that. Safiya's little fantasy was over before it even started. This didn't, however, help the situation with Habib. She didn't know for sure that he was at the palace but she almost was. He probably would be captured and she didn't know what after that. She thought to herself for a moment. "King."

Thief King looked over a little worried that she would try to get him to marry her again. "What is it?"

"I need to know what happened to Habib, King. Is there any way for you to find out?"

"What makes you think I can?" Thief King said gruffly.

"You knew about the trial. No one else knew about that."

Thief King was taken aback. She was smarter than she looked. He was beginning to think he had outstayed his welcome. "I can." He said getting up.

"King! Thank you! Thank you so...!"

Thief King stopped her before she ran over to hug him. "I said I can. I'm not going to."

Safiya looked dumbfounded. "Why!" Safiya was on the verge of tears again. "Why wouldn't you? If you can, why wouldn't you!"

Thief King sighed. "Its not exactly easy sneaking into the palace and its none of my business." He said and walked out of the house.

Safiya sniffled to herself and walked in front of Thief King. "Y-you h-have to."

"I don't have to do anything." He said and tried to walk away. She continued to block him from leaving.

"Y-you're al-always talking about how things aren't fair. How people are mistreated but the minute it actually happens to someone you know you won't even help! You're just a liar and a hypocrite!"

Thief King opened his mouth to say something but it seemed like she wasn't done and for once, someone else had more to say than the king of thieves.

"Habib is going to get hurt unless we help him and if you won't! Then I will!" She stomped off still weeping.

Thief King stood silently. She had just scolded him for the second time.

Safiya didn't know exactly what she was going to do when she got to the palace. Without Thief King's knowledge of the palace or information, she was almost going there blind. She approached the palace wall and looked around. Two guards were at the gate. She decided to do the most obvious thing to her; she was going to state her concern to the guards. Their pharaoh was kind. Surely, this would work. "Excuse me."

The guards seemed rattled at first. After the riot with the Hebrew yesterday, they were jumpy. They calmed when they saw who had approached them. It was a small, harmlessl woman. "Miss, we will have to ask you to leave."

"Please, I'm the sister of the man who was attacked yesterday. I just want to speak with the Pharaoh."

The guards looked surprised and sympathetic. "Do you think she actually lived with the..." One guard whispered to the other.

"I don't know but..." The guard turned to her. "I'm sorry, miss but,we can't. The Pharaoh understands your concern but you simply can't come in."

"But..." She said weakly.

"Please, miss. We don't want to make you leave."

Safiya began to walk away when she heard something. "Hey."

She turned around but didn't see anyone.

"Hey."

She turned around again and walked over to the far end of the wall. A slave from the palace was standing on the other side. "What is it?"

"Are you with the man who barged into the palace?"

"Habib! You saw Habib!" She said excitedly.

The slave hushed her. "Yes. Wow, its actually Habib. I never would have thought that that boy would have..."

"You know Habib?"

"Of course, I knew Habib. He used to live at the palace as a kid. He used to play with an Egyptian boy, everyone called Jonas, all the time. I don't know how that kid always snuck in."

Jonas she thought to herself. That must have been her brother. Her brother actually snuck into the palace. "What happened to Habib?"

"He barged in and picked fights with the guards. Its not like him."

"No, it isn't." She said worried. "What is going to happen to him?"

The slave groaned and looked around. "I'm not sure..." He grinned. "But I can find out."

The man gave her a shawl to wear on her head and walked toward the gate. "Don't say anything."

She agreed and they were able to walk right by the guards into the courtyard. "The guards never check the slaves. I'm going to go talk to someone. They'll know what's going on." He smiled. "Just stay here and act like everyone else." The man said and ran off.

Safiya stood in the courtyard for a few minutes until he returned. The man returned out of breath. "He... he had a... a trial an hour or so ago. He was convicted." The man looked upset.

"What does that mean?" She said. "He didn't hurt anyone did he?"

"The guards are fine but that isn't what he was tried for." Another Hebrew man had just run over. "He's being charged for murdering his master. They'll kill him."

"But! But he didn't do anything! My brother isn't dead!"

The two men tried to calm her but it was too late. Her yelling had drawn the attention of Priest Akunadin. He walked over to Safiya who was speaking Egyptian too well for a Hebrew girl. "What is this?"

The two men froze as Safiya began to sniffle. "Its my niece, sir."

Akunadin looked over at Safiya. "First my brother, now Habib." It didn't take much mind reading to figure out that she was Egyptian. He pulled off her shawl. Sure enough, she was. "What are you doing here?"

She was shaking, her knees locked but she looked him in the eyes and told him. "My brother was attacked. The criminal got away and now our friend is in prison. I came to talk to the Pharaoh."

"You'll talk the Pharaoh all right. You're now a criminal."

Thief King was still at the trio's home. He somehow felt that he shouldn't leave. He looked around the small adobe. It had various things here and there. It is hard to imagine how tempting this was to him. He stole as an impulse sometimes. Not the big thrifts but little ones. He just couldn't help it. But even his moral compass knew that it was wrong to rob someone you had just made cry multiple times in the past week. So he resisted the urge. Instead he sat down next to Jono. He was still unconscious. "If your first Ka duel was that hard on you, I'd take it easy."

Thief King looked over at him. He didn't even move.

"You don't have to answer." It didn't seem to bother him. "How does your sister get off saying that about me?"

"I'm no hypocrite." Thief King said irritably. "I'm sure you know what I mean when I talk about the Hebrew. I don't hate him. I just..."

"I don't think I had to go." He groaned. "And how she flirted with me. You have to get that sister of yours a husband."

Thief King looked over again. He was still inanimate. "And I am not crazy. I mean how would you be if you grew up in the desert. I'm just glad my father taught me the caravan trails."

"She gets off like I need someone. I don't and never will. I had my niche and that's just..."

"Do you always talk to yourself?"

Thief King looked over startled. Jono was awake and sitting up.

End of chapter four. Would love reviews.