Chapter 10

"Gather all the equipment needed for a several day journey that you can carry. Meet me in the stable."

Sanura nodded and took about two steps in the opposition direction.

"Hurry!"

Sanura took off in a run towards the main house. She grabbed a cloth bag from the kitchen and started to stuff it with food and small cooking utensils. Then, she stuffed a couple blankets into the bag, as well as her new clothes. Sanura stopped for a split second to quickly go over everything on her mental checklist. Good. She dashed out of the house and down the steps with the bag of supplies in her arms. Then she saw it: a small army of little dots making their way out of the canyon. Sanura quickly made herself invisible by sneaking into an old alley. For once, Sanura was grateful for the shadows that were being cast by the setting sun.

Bakura was waiting impatiently with Anat behind the stable when Sanura finally reached them.

"It's about time. Let's go." Bakura ordered.

He lifted Sanura up onto Anat's back and she let out a soft yelp, the bag still in her arms. Bakura rolled his eyes.

"Be quiet." Bakura whispered. He could hear the shouts of men and horse's hooves now.

"Damn." Bakura cursed under his breath.

He, then, jumped on the stallion's back, behind Sanura. He reached around her, grabbed the reigns, and kicked Anat. Anat bolted out into the desert…just as the guards entered the abandoned city.

After about ten minutes of galloping, Anat was finally walking, much to the horse's relief. It was now just past sunset and Sanura really was ready to pass out. Bakura noticed Sanura's head kept drooping. Her head would fall a little then she would jerk it up again. He thought this was kind of amusing. Then, he felt Sanura lean her head against his chest. Bakura couldn't help but chuckle. She had finally fallen asleep.

'I'm surprised she's even calm enough to sleep. What if I suddenly decided to shove her off?' Bakura looked down at Sanura. No, he wouldn't do that. She's too important.

'But, seriously, is Sanura that comfortable with me to fall asleep? That or she must be very tired. But, I can't blame her. Those ghosts must have taken a lot out of her. Why the hell did she wander in there anyway?' Bakura yawned.

'Gods, watching her sleep is making me tired. Oh, finally, we're here.'

Bakura pulled on the reigns and Anat came to a halt.

"Sanura. Wake up." Bakura nudged her,

Sanura let out a small groan. She shot up, realizing she had been leaning on her master. Sanura shook her head to wake herself up. Bakura had to snicker at the blush on his slave's face as he dismounted. Sanura slid off as well, her face a deep crimson. Personally, she was surprised that Bakura wasn't making good use of his knife yet. She did do something wrong. Right?

Sanura started to scratch behind Anat's ears. He nuzzled his head into her shoulder and Sanura giggled.

"Um…Master? What should I do with Anat?" Sanura asked.

"Don't worry about him. He won't go anywhere." Bakura stated, keeping his eyes on the fire that he had made.

"What's in that bag of yours, anyway?"

"Um…two blankets, two loaves of bread, and some fruit."

"Give me some bread."

Sanura handed Bakura the small loaf. She sat close to the fire and Bakura, but not too close.

"Um…what about the others?" Sanura broke the eerie silence.

"Hm?" Bakura stopped chewing and directed his attention to his "travel partner."

"The other thieves." Sanura stared down at her hands in her lap.

"Oh, they can take care of themselves. They're worth nothing anyway."

"W, what about…me?" Sanura swallowed.

"What about you?" Bakura took another bite.

"Um, why did you…um…take me with you?"

Bakura smirked.

"You're valuable. I could sell you in the nearest city, if I wanted to. But that would be a stupid move on my part. You know valuable information. If the Pharaoh got hold of you…he may be able to kill me."

Sanura blushed. That was a compliment. That was about as close to a compliment as Sanura was going to get.

Moments passed and Bakura finished his meal, while Sanura ate nothing…again. By now, it was dark. Sanura could hear the water lap at the shore only a few yards away. From what she could see, there was a waterfall that fed into a small lake. There was a small landmass that sat next to the waterfall. On it, there were palm trees and bushes with flowers.

But, Sanura's mind was not on the landscape. Not even close. Bakura sat cross-legged about a foot and a half away from her. His arms propped his body up from behind him. He looked so handsome, sitting there. The fire's light danced against his form, while the moonlight illuminated his face. He seemed so calm staring up into the sky. He looked almost angelic, his white hair blowing around in the slight breeze.

"M, master?"

Bakura turned his head to look at Sanura. Oh, how the stars reflected in his eyes! Sanura became hypnotized, dazed even. Which would probably explain these words:

"I…I love you."

Bakura stared at her with a look of disbelief and confusion in his eyes but apathy was written all over his face. Bakura turned away and continued to stare into space.

"Well, at least I can trust you, now." He paused, "Now, get some sleep. We leave tomorrow."

Sanura lay down on a blanket, her back facing the tomb robber. That night, Sanura cried herself to sleep.

"What's going to happen now?" The thirteen-year-old asked.

"I don't know. I can't interfere with human interactions."

"But, can't you send another angel down to help?!"

"Now, Mandisa…you know as well as I do, that sending down another angel wouldn't change anything. The only thing we can do is wait."

"I hate waiting." Mandisa complained, folding her arms over her chest.

'Why did she say that? Come to think of it, she has been smiling, laughing, and blushing a lot. But, why would she say that? I beat her for Ra's sake! Even those wounds still bleed sometimes. What the hell was she thinking?' Bakura looked next to him.

He found Sanura shaking. She was obviously cold. She had fallen asleep some time ago. Even Bakura noticed she had cried herself to sleep. He took off his cloak and spread it over his most-trusted slave's sleeping form.

"What the hell am I going to do now?" Bakura whispered.

Sanura woke up a little after midnight. She found the coat draped over her body and laid it back onto Bakura, who was still sleeping. She lay back down and took her own blanket and wrapped it around herself. Sanura glanced back at Bakura and smiled to herself.

Author's Note: Be happy, I updated. Well, we're getting there! Hey, I have pics of Sanura on Link won't work on here, so just search sanura slave and that should bring up all my sucky art.