A/n: Gah, this late because I got distracted. Hard. And a bit of writers' block for chapter ten. I have school and have been writing these at lunch (I'm rather anti-social, okay? Though it turns out my close friend writes fanfiction too!) so yeah...

And this is short, damn! I could of sworn it was longer. I feel so bad but... * sighs * so tired...


Ka

Chapter 9: Fly

"Bakura!" Kisara screamed. Said thief's eyes widened. He felt the familiar feeling of falling but he knew why this time. He was literally falling.

Bakura made to grab something, anything, but his hand only swiped through the air. The thief looked down, or more accurately ahead. Nothing but a black abyss. It seemed to go on forever. Perhaps it did?

Bakrua didn't know what to do. His heart was pounding in his ear. He couldn't think straight. Hell, he thoughts were becoming disconnected sentences!

He was falling, and falling and falling endlessly. Strangely, the breeze he felt from his decent was.. a little bit calming.

Bakrua closed his eyes. He couldn't think of anything better to do. Welcoming death, like he had nearly many times before, seemed like the only thing he could do. The thief cursed. Why had he been so stupid? The again, it was difficult to tell ground form air. But still...

There was an echo. Bakura his lavender eyes. It almost sounded like his m- no, it couldn't be. He heard the sound again. It seemed louder.

"Fly Bakura, fly!"

Bakura blinked. Was he hearing things? No, it was too real. He recognized this voice. But fly? He couldn't fly!

Bakura physically hit himself. He had wings, that was right! "Dumbass..." He muttered to himself. But then again, could he even use them properly?

Throwing caution into the wind, as per usual, the thief moved- or rather flapped- them as hard as he could. Bakura gasped. Smirking, he looked down. He seemed to be hovering, or at least stopped falling. It was harder then when he had done it fully as Diabound, but he could do it.

Concentrating, he flew upward. Bakura's smirk grew. He was flying! And it was rather... fun. It was different form flying on Diabound's back or even being the larger Ka itself.

Ignoring the tiny fatigue he felt, Bakura continued his ascent. This was more difficult then it seemed, as Bakura weighed more then he looked. Soon, though, it was hard to ignore the pain and soreness in he extra limbs.

Bakura pressed on, he was much too stubborn to give up now. What had he been thinking earlier?

Finally, he reached the top of the trench. The thief landed on what he hoped was the ground, exhausted. Flying was harder then it looked.

"About time." Chenzira half-mumbled from his side. "Shut... up..." Bakura gasped out between deep breaths.

"Idiot." Came the mutttered reply.

Bakura growled. "Enough you too." Mahado said in his annoying strict tone. Dammit, why did Mahado have to act like he knew better and was more lawful?

...Okay, he was but it was still vexing after awhile.

Sighing lightly, the thief stood up. "Come on, we're not going to get anything place anytime soon, at this rate." He said.

Bakura didn't enjoy the adventure-like feel this was starting to have. It made it seem like they actually liked each other! The thief snorted. No, that was unlikely. It was stupid to let his mind wonder there.

-Ka-

Akhenaden gripped his left eye. The millennium eye, to be exact. It had been hurting him ever since his encounter with the Thief. The priest had also been constantly hearing what sounded like a deep, wispy voice in the back of his mind.

Maybe Akhenaden was just slowly going crazy in his old age? Yes, that made sense but... it was unlikely.

He sighed. He had so much on his mind, it seemed, these days. At least the thief was dead, one less person who knew of Kul Elna. Yes, that was good. Superb, even.

"Akhenaden is something wrong?" Isis asked. She must have been on a walk and had seen him going into the temple. "No, I am fine, Isis." He curtly answered, fighting to not sound rude. At the moment, Akhenaden wanted to be alone.

He stared ahead, the table of Diabound was the only thing in his sight. There was something that attracted people to it, as Akhenaden had seen both his nephew and Seth constantly around it.

"Akhenaden..." Isis sighed, sounding concerned. "Alright then, I shall be leaving now..." She turned, almost completely on her heel, and was soon gone.

Akhenaden watched her silently before looking back at the accursed tablet. Oh, how he wanted to break it and never see it again! But he knew he would not be able to do such a thing. He had more important things to do.

"Yes..."


A/n: Wanna know the hardest part of this chapter? Trying to remember how to spell Akhenaden's name. In the end, I just copy-pasted it from chapter 1 and spelled it five million different ways in the written draft.