A/n: I've noticed something, I have a habit of spelling "colour" wrong. Damn American spell check. I did put a bit of focus on Chenzira because... well Idk. He's different form Mahado and fitted better, maybe? I hope he doesn't bug any of you. Really, I'm fine with killing him off, and letting him leave.
On another IMPORTANT NOTE, now that I have you attention, I am on writer's block, which is why the ending of this chapter is abrupt. Sorry, but I've been busy with school and distracted by other things. I will still try to come up with ideas, and I well not be ending this unless I say so. Through, when I opened this I found I was still able to work on it, somewhat. This may be a good sign. Thank you for your patience.
Ka
Chapter 10: Focus
Kisara shifted, uncomfortable kneeling like she was. They had decided to take a break. Bakura had mumbled something about "wasting time" but agreed.
She let out a long breath, plopping herself onto the ground. Or what she prayed to be ground, as it was difficult to tell. But Kisara eye's were good, perhaps not when compared to her companions but better then most. She could see a slight color difference in the ground, that separated from air. She wondered why Bakura had yet to notice it. Wasn't he an infamous thief? They had good eyes, right?
She frowned a bit and stared at the sky.
-Ka-
Bakura talked in his sleep, they noted. Unlike Kisara, or even Mahado, Chenzira could not sleep through it.
Grumbling, he sat up from his non-existent bed. While he could not make out what the thief was saying, it sounded like a nightmare.
No, someone like Bakura would not have nightmares, surely?
Chenzira lightly kicked him. "Stupid snake." He hissed. Abruptly, he turned, planning on taking a walk and possible mapping out what little landscape there was.
-Ka-
Bakura blinked. Where was he? It seemed to be... no.. it was Kul Elna. He cursed, as loud as his lungs would let him. Dammit, not this dream, no, nightmare again!
He looked at his hands. They were normals size, not the hands of a child. What was going on? Bakura walked around the village... or at least the ruins of what was once a village. He sighed, grumbling lightly, feeling strangely lonely.
The thief didn't like this place. It reminded him of everything he had ever lost. (His family... his happiness... his life... everything)
Bakura kicked a rock. The only good thing about this dream was the fact that he had legs, once again. It was odd who much you could miss having something as simple as your own feet.
He wondered what the point of this dream was. His mother had always told him all dreams, good or bad, had a meaning. Bakura grunted, now questioning such logic.
"Hello Thief."
-Ka-
Chenzira heard something. It sounded like something dying, like an animal. He tensed, knowing that all known life was quiet a bit away. His eyes glanced and darted, back and forth. There was a flapping sound. Wings. Chenzira got read to fight then, as the sound grew louder and closer. Then... nothing. "What...? Ah!"
Something sharp, like a blade, dug into his shoulder. It sliced through the clothe and flesh. Soon, though, it was gone and he was left in pain. Gripping it, he eyes continued to dart, trying to figure out what had happened.
When nothing more came, Chenzira decided it would be best to return.
-Ka-
"No..." Bakura muttered, making a choking sound. His chest and throat tightened, and maybe his guts too.
"Now, now, Thief. Did you really think I would just leave you alone so easily?" The demon chuckled. "But..." Bakura growled, making a fist. His nails pieced skin but he did not care. He couldn't keep his gaze on the demon. Pathetic. "How am I supposed to help you?" He demanded. "I'm not in the best of situations, currently." Bakura hissed, wishing his dream would end soon.
"I am aware of that. I have some one else helping me but you are still of use. Remember our deal, Thief!"
"I know!"
"But," Zorc continued. "I am surprised you have not disposed of the others yet. So unlike you... you're getting soft." The demon mused. "They are useless after all."
"I am a thief, I see value in everything. (1)" Bakura mumbled, staring hard at the ground. "Even if there is very little." He added, lifting his head proudly, once more.
The demon laughed again. His chuckle was not happy sounding or even amused. It was dark, twisted and more like nails on a hard object. "Do not for get our deal, Bakura..." He said, practically mocking the thief.
"I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know!" Bakura repeated getting more angry with every syllable. "I! Know!" He hissed.
-Ka-
He woke up, covered in glistening sweat. Bakura cursed and flipped onto his side. He sighed lightly and smelled blood. Blood... why blood? The thief closed his eyes, no longer caring and welcomed a dreamless sleep, though Zorc's words still rang through his head.
Who was this other person? … no, it couldn't be... but... he was a bastard it would make sense.
-Ka-
Bakura had woken up in a number of place. Prison celled, ruined villages, the middle of the deserts, tombs and so on but he would never get used to this place. It was just too strange. The thief rolled over, noticing his was on his back again. He was greeted by white hair... and breasts. "Mmph!"
Kisara herself awoke. She squealed, feeling and noticing Bakura. "P-pervert!" She yelled, getting up and attempting to slap him as he sat up. Bakura hissed and moved farther away. He had not done that purposely. It was her fault, for sleeping so close anyways.
The commotion cause by the two effectively woke everyone else up. Bakura straightened his back, not looking at any one. His wings were sore form sleeping on them. It was going to take a bit to get used to them, it seemed.
He groaned, stretching them out. His joints snapped and popped a bit, even. He hoped that wasn't bad. He sighed. "Let's get going!" He hissed softly, trying to get them to follow.
Kisara still seemed unhappy, but listed. "Right." She chimed softly. Mahado nodded, then glanced at Chenzira. The thief, annoyed at the others' slowness, looked over his shoulder. "Where did you get that?" He asked sharply, looking at the wound on Chenzira's arms. If he was a good as a thief as he had been told by Wamkuta, then he would have done something stupid.
"Nothing." Was the only answer they got.
Bakura glared daggers at him, but turned, deciding that he was too lowly for the thief to waste his time on. They walked slowly, still a little stiff, and tired.
Bakura lost most touch with the out side world, Zorc's word echoing in his head like a phantom. "Do not forget our deal, Bakura..."
No, he wouldn't. Not ever. It was impossible, for him to forget something so important. He would forget his own name before that would leave his mind.
Mahado seemed to notice how odd Bakura was acting. If he did, though, he said nothing, just lightly humming some lullaby. Why? Bakura wasn't sure, the guy was probably crazy anyways. Yeah, that was it. The thief smiled, but that soon disappeared as the thoughts of the demon pushed its way back to the forefront of his mind.
Perhaps leaving this damned place was not the best idea... Then Zorc could not torture him if he were to fail. And how did they even know there was a way out! It seemed so unlikely. They were just wasting time, nearly getting themselves killed in the process...
It was worthless, Bakura concluded. There was no point, yet there was nothing better to do. Going insane by spending time with petty criminals, compared to him, and others trapped here did not seem appealing. Though, maybe he would be able to get some giggles out of it, so there was a chance it was better. He didn't know either way.
-Ka-
Atem knew there was paranoia building up. He could feel it in the air, how tense it seemed and how hate filled it was. He was not sure why, but it was starting to rub off on even the young king himself.
"I wonder, I wonder..." He said sadly, looking up at the sky. "Oh father, I do miss the days were you could help me." he frowned, his more childish demeanor taking over. "You too Mahado..."
Atem looked down at the city below. Today was the second to-last day of the festivals. It was almost New Years, he favorite time. It would be spectacular, he knew, yet this year Atem was not as excited. He sighed, eyes shifting back to the blue, cloudless sky. He knew to not stare at Ra, who was powerful enough to blind anyone foolish enough too.
The pharaoh also noted that his uncle seemed the most on edge. He did not know why, but it made him worry. Was something bad about to happen? He hoped not, he hated killing. Or that was what he told everyone...
Atem shook his head. No! He hated it! Simple as that. He wasn't a monstrous king, like Narmer. He blinked. No, it was harsh to call an ancestor a monster. He whispered a sorry, unwavering stare still fixated on the blue.
He began to a hum a song, one form his child hood. It was one of Mahado's favorites. He had a small urge to hum it all day. It was odd. He began near the end, then repeated it a few times.
"... Shining brightly in the night sky, waiting for the souls..."
(1) Echochoas came up with his line. I thought it was so awesome, I had to use it. Credit kinda goes to her.