Chapter 11: It starts Off As Dependency

Hello my beautiful and sexy readers, here is chapter. . . 11? Wow I never thought I would keep updating cause I'm so lazy. Well err I promised a time skip so 4 month skip, yeah I'm lazy so what? What else is there to say. . . Ummmh, this is just a flashback something a little short and something a little sweet, if anything have fun!

~4 months later~

Akila woke up stretching her arms towards the ceiling with a blanket wrapped tightly around her bosoms, just in case Bakura had a change of heart this morning. Instead of hitting an annoyed Bakura, who was ready to tear of her arms, her hand laid on the colder side of the bed. It hit her like a ton of bricks, a sharp knife in her chest, she was alone. Actually, she has been alone for more then two weeks, it was new to her. She was used to leaving Bakura for a day or two, to play around in the nearest town with Abasi and Besenki but this was different from all those time they were away from each other. For the last couple of months she had Bakura to wake up to, Bakura to argue with, and Bakura to annoyed, at least until he had her angrily pinned against the wall and created more scars on her body then she already had.

They weren't the happy couple as they show off to be around the minions. Bakura loved pushing her buttons to the point that she was pinning him down with a dagger down his throat. It's not like she could get away from him, he already marked her as his. Every man that stared at Akila in any sexual manner, Bakura's hand will already be around the man's neck squeezing the living soul out of him. He was her protection and she loved using it to her advantage, sometime when they would go to town she would flirt with a villager and see how he would react. However, he was gone for now and she hasn't received any notice from him. Two weeks has already passed and Akila grew more impatience, something hit her like a 5 ton brick. All the feelings she was getting, she cursed herself on how she felt about Bakura. She grabbed her head and screamed loudly shaking any thoughts of loving that dirty thief out of her system. "It can't be. I grew up wanting my revenge. It can't be happening. It just can't! NO I WON'T ALLOW IT!" Out of frustration she punched the stone wall only to hear a sicken crack, biting down hard on her lips to muffle the pain she was going through. Her left hand caressed the aching hand, rolling the joints to ease the pain a little, her eyes traveled down to the scar on her right forearm, it was a deep scar that was horrible to look at and had pent up memories tied to it. "I grew up wanting nothing more than your death, Bakura"

~Flash~Back~

She could hear the thunderstorm crack and the hard pounding sounds of the rain just beyond the tomb's walls. Holding her knees closer to her body she trembled from fear she only had a few torches lighting up the chamber she was in. Thankful as she was from being inside where thunder couldn't hit, she rather not be here trapped like a caged animal. With a thin stick she found laying around, she carefully craved the hieroglyphs her parents taught her just up until last week. Her thin pink lips curled into a smile "That's my name, right mother?" A single tear dripped down her face and on to the stone floor. She was thrown into a dress made for the dead, with a golden snake withering up her right arm. She wasn't as tanned as the other children were, her father always kept her inside from the sun it was a strange tradition her family had, but her skin was nicely sun kissed with long light brown hair. A crash was heard not to far from the entrance and being the curious little kid she was, she had to investigate. Grabbing a torch from it's pedestal, she started her journey toward the blocked door.

Her footsteps were light as they could be as she peered from behind a wall. Seeing figure with a bag over their shoulder, the young girl pointed her finger angrily "Stop! Those belong to me!" She ran to the older male with her fist ready to pummel him to the down. He hit the torch out of her hand and watched it as it rolled closer to him illuminating his face. He was tan with a shaggy white hair, he wasn't that much older then her, probably 4 or 5 years. She threw another child punch at him as he caught it in his hand.

"Little girl, isn't it passed your bedtime?" He mocked as he push her backwards watching her fall on her bottom. The little girl got up and charged at him angrily as he stuck up his leg and watched her tumbled down on to the floor. He threw his head back and laughed, "My, My you have some nerve to attack the King of Thieves!"

"King of Thieves? You're nothing more then a common tomb raider!" He placed down the bag and slapped her hard across her face, tears brimming in her eyes. He picked her up by the throat and smirked as she gasped and choked for air.

"Little girl..." He started off slowly, amused how easily life could be taken away. " Watch your tongue. If you weren't a child I would have killed you on the spot. However, you know nothing better, so I'll let you go this time." His eyes wandered to her arm that had the golden snake on it, he licked his lips and tore it off her arm. "What a beautiful trinket. I'll let this be your pass to live, but something to remember me by." His hands reached for his dagger as he got up close to her and craved a big gash down her arm. She screamed out in pain but he was already gone. Holding her arms trying to cover the gash bleeding like a fountain, she made her way out of the tomb. A trail of blood following behind her every step she took brought pain to her fore arm, she could feel the blood seeping through the cracks of her fingers.

In the distance she saw the thief mounting his horse with the bag in his hand. Stumbling on her feet she fell into the wet sands "Wait! Give it back!" He trotted his horse over to her, picking her up by the collar of her shirt and placed her in front of him. "Let me go!" She thrashed on the horse she didn't know how long she was with him on the horse but she woke up in the middle of some desert. "Where am I?" Pitting out a mouthful of sand looking around trying to figure out where she was.

Hours passed since she woke up and the heat was getting to her. The blazing sun was blaring down on the hot desert, little footprints were left in the sands. A small bodied child raced through the desert, stumbling and falling on to the burning sand. She quickly picked herself back up and started to run once again. She was fairly light skinned for an Egyptian child, her legs gave out under her again as she fell face first into the ground. She reached out her hand but weaken as she was she fallen passed out and fell into complete darkness.

When she a woke she found herself in a stone house, her arm bandaged tightly. An old man walked in the room and smiled "Ahh so you have awaken how you now child?" He brought over a plate of foods and a cup of water, "I found you nearly dead out there in the hot sand. Can you tell me why a young little girl like you was passed out in the desert? Far from any villages?"

She drank the water in haste, the cool liquid going down her throat. She looked down at her hands once she placed the cup down. "I'm from the village Den' Dara. My villagers... were..." She turned away as he nodded his head, understanding the situation at hand. "I don't know anyone that could help, I was planing to kill myself in the desert so no one could find me-"

The old man stood up angrily and slammed his hand against the table causing the girl to flinch. "You still have you're whole life ahead of you! Why would you try to end it now? My granddaughter barely lived to see her third day and you're wasting your life?" He fumed silently to himself as an idea popped in his head "You said Den'Dara did you not? That's quite a long ways from here, your will is strong. If you have no one to stay with then I, Runihura, shall take you under my wing. What is your name?"

"My name . . .? My parents always called me Little one but this is how you write my name" She traced the outline of her name in the air with her finger and smiled.

"Little one? If that is your name then I must rename you, since I already know a young girl around your age with that name. I shall rename you, from now on you will have a new beginning as Akila"

"Akila..." the girl tried out her new name, quickly falling in love with her new name. "I am Akila..."

~x~x~

It's been almost ten years since she had come to stay with her new father Runihura, but all good things come to an end. He taught her the ways of a deadly shadow, murdering those who committed a crime against the innocent. She sat back into the desert oasis lost in thought, 'why did I train that hard? Unless!' She knew why she never gave up and lived a normal life as a girl. Akila wanted to show that damn tomb robber she wasn't weak. She wanted to grow up and slaughter him slowly as his blood dripped on to the ground. With the constant remind on her arm, it will be remembered as long as her arm bore that scar. She would never forgive him not until she gets back that bracelet he had stole from her.

~End~

Grabbing the edge of the blanket she remembered why she disliked him so much. A thought occurred to her, what if all of this was because of him? She would have died down there without much a fight. Her body and soul would have rotted down there, she would have been a wandering spirit. She let out a annoyed scream, throwing herself on the bed. She wanted him, she wanted him to be there with his stupid smirk telling her to be stronger. She didn't want him, she needed him there with her. The bitter sweet feeling she had of being so dependent on someone or anything for that matter. Why were there tears coming from her eyes and why did she feel this way. She knew who he was and what needed to be done so why is everything coming down and back firing on her, "Why him of all people. . . STOP DOING THIS TO ME!"

Tomorrow is my cousin's wedding ^^ Congrat GeGe Davit, Kong xi Kong xi! xD err. . . Here is Bakura introducing the next installment.

"Tell me why I'm doing this again? Fine, hand me the damn paper. Anyways next time in Written in, the sands become blood and the happiness turned to pain, The new era of Blood and Sufferings is here and Akila get a taste of comfort and heart aches. Being dependent is a real bich and my plan takes one step forward. I will get what I want, mark my words. Next time on Written in Blood and Sufferings : Realization and Acknowledgment, one step forward but five steps backwards."

See you on Monday my sweeties. Candy coated kisses for everyone!