I'm so sorry about the long wait, time really flies for me so I never realize how long it's been since I updated a story until I get a review or a private message telling me about it
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The knife fell to the ground, completely dry and untouched. Amunet closed her eyes and breathed deeply while Bakura still stood before him. There were no fresh cuts and blood didn't leak from his chest or from anywhere else on his body.
"I can't..." She rubbed her eyes. "I can't do it."
She felt a hand on her shoulder and immediately tried to pull away but he kept his grip.
"I knew you wouldn't." To her surprise he didn't speak in a cocky tone. It actually sounded like he was trying to comfort her.
She lowered her hand and glared at him. "Why, because I'm 'pathetic'?"
"No." He gently squeezed her shoulder. "Because that's not the Amunet I know."
"You don't know me!" She yelled at him angrily, pushing his hand off her shoulder.
"Of course I do." He replied calmly. "Come on Amunet, you know how long we've known each other. Like..." He grabbed her wrist and held it up to look at her crescent moon tattoo. "I know you gave yourself this so that you would never forget about your parents and your people. You're one of the 'good thieves'; stealing only what you need to survive instead of to get rich."
She pulled her wrist out of his grip and bared her teeth angrily in a silent snarl.
"I know so much about you. And you don't know anything about me." He replied calmly. "All you know about me is just that I'm the only survivor of Kul Elna and that's it."
"I know you're a perverted bastard!"
"That too. But other than those two things you know nothing about me." He laid his hand on her back to pull her closer and kissed her on the forehead. She raised her hands to push him away and he allowed it. He released her and left the tent, leaving her alone once more. She gripped her fists tightly and bit her lip. She fell to her knees pressed her hands against her face, her tattooed hand over her mouth.
Amunet tried not to throw up when the smell of her dead friends reached her nose. She held her brother's tiny hand tightly in her own, squeezing it gently in an attempt to comfort him.
Surrounding her was what was left of the nomad camp her family was part of. Bodies had littered the ground; women, children, men, even animals. She teared up when she saw her aunt on the ground with an arrow in her back. Poking out from under the body was a small arm and tears started to stream down her face when she realized that it was her infant cousin. She didn't bother to try to pull the baby out from under his mother; she knew that it had been crushed under her weight when she had fallen. Amunet quickly pulled Ishaq away from them and walked in a faster pace, looking around desperately for someone alive, someone friendly. Up ahead she could see a figure. She noticed a tent nearby that was still half up and quickly hid Ishaq behind it in case it was a guard. She slowly approached the person and to her relief it was someone she knew; Bakura. Though his back was too her she could recognize him anywhere, even with his hair now a little white. She ran up to him and hugged him tightly from behind, crying into his back.
"Kura!" She cried, staining his shirt with her tears. "You're okay!"
The white haired boy screamed and shoved her off, causing her to fall on her butt. He pulled out his dagger and pointed it at her. There was a crazed look in his eye. "GET BACK!"
"K-Kura it's me!"
Bakura calmed down only a little but enough to put his weapon away. "Amunet?"
Amunet wiped the fresh tears from her eyes and sniffed. She got to her feet and hugged Bakura again. "I'm so happy you're okay!"
Bakura didn't return the hug. He was too in shock to do anything except mumble. "...gone, they're all gone..."
She looked up at him. "Even your mommy and dad?"
He nodded slowly. "...did they get your people too?"
She nodded and pressed her face against his shirt, sobbing harder.
"Why...why would they do this?" Bakura slowly brought his arms up and hugged her back. Amunet immediately yelled in pain and pulled away with her hands on her side.
"Amunet?! What's wrong!?"
She moved her hands and pulled up her dress to show him her bandaged wound on her waist. "He hurt me..." She looked up at him and gasped; he had a fresh cut on his face. "They hurt you too..."
He covered the cut on his cheek "I'll be fine..."
"...Kura?"
He closed his eyes and sighed in annoyance; he always hated that name. "What?"
"M-my mommy and daddy are...c-could we...?"
The older boy's patience had worn thin. "Spit it out!" He snapped at her.
Amunet flinched a little at his hard tone. "I-Ishaq and I are a-alone now...I-I was wondering i-if we could b-be with you..."
"Me?..." Bakura suddenly glared at Amulet so fiercely she took a step back. "I am NOT going to look after you two "brats!" I got to worry about me!"
"Kura-"
"And stop calling me that!" The whitenette yelled. "It's BA-kura!"
Amunet gave the older boy a pleading look. "Kura I can't take care of Ishaq by myself!"
"Well you're not my problem. You're two people, I'm sure with what little brains you both have combine you'll come up with something."
"I thought we were friends!"
"Friends?! Does the fact we never get along mean anything to you?" Bakura turned away from her and walked away. "Don't be stupid, get out of my face!"
Amunet ran to him and grabbed his arm. "But-"
He suddenly turned around and shoved her to the ground. "I said get out of my face!"
"Hey!" Ishaq jumped out of his hiding spot and ran to Bakura. He started to beat the older boy with his fists. "Leave my sister alone!"
Unphased, Bakura kicked the younger boy to the ground as well. He suddenly heard an animal type snarl and was suddenly shoved to the ground and punched in the face repeatedly by Amunet. Her punch collided with his nose and he yelled in pain. He covered his face and felt the fresh warm blood pouring from his nose.
"Ow, my nose!" He yelled in pain but it came out as a whine.
"Don't you ever hit him again!" Amunet snarled. She didn't care about the newest injury or the blood; she wanted him to never forget what will happen if he ever laid a finger on her little brother again. She pulled out her knife and raised it above her head, ready to give him a stab in the arm for good measure.
Eyes widening, he grabbed her wrist. "NO!"
She struggled to push the knife down but he was too strong. He hit her injured waist and she felt a sharp pain in her waist and dropped her knife. He shoved her off and saw Ishaq coming at him again. He grabbed a fistful of sand and threw it in his eyes. Ishaq cried in pain and rubbed his eyes to get the sand out. Bakura tried to crawl away, his blood dripping in the sand, but Amunet jumped on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck to choke him.
"...gonna...kill me too?..." He wheezed, desperately pulling at her arms. "Like they tried to?"
Amunet's eyes widened when she realized what she was doing; she was trying to kill her friend. Of course he wasn't acting like her friend now but she still couldn't kill him. Not after all the other people she lost in one night. She released her hold on him and got off of him, taking a few steps back.
Bakura breathed heavily, his hand on his throat where a bruise was starting to form. He looked at her and Amunet was surprised to see tears and blood streaming down his face.
"You see?" He whispered. "You don't need me...now go away."
"Kura, I-I'm so sorry...I didn't-"
He narrowed his eyes and his voice was stern. "I. Said. Leave..."
She hesitated; there was so much she wanted to say and do. She wanted to keep apologizing until her voice was hoarse and she wanted to clean him up and help him find a safe place to rest. But she was too scared of what Bakura would do to her and her brother if they didn't leave at that moment.
"I'm sorry." She quickly helped Ishaq up, took his hand, and they ran from Bakura as fast as their feet could carry them.
Zukofan: Yay I finally updated! : D
Bakura: And I didn't die! : D
Amunet: Not yet...
Bakura: Hey it's your own fault
Zstar: Must you antagonize her?
Zukofan: I don't think he can help it, he's an ass
Bakura: Only because you wrote me that way
Zstar: Technically I write your lines… So what does that make me?
Bakura: an ass-adjacent
Zukofan: You can be a bit of an ass :P
Zstar: And how are you my girlfriend again?
Zukofan: Cuz you wuuuuuuuuuuuuv me :3
Bakura: oh get a room
Zstar: Well when she visits me this Christmas maybe we WILL!
Amunet: *covers her ears* LALALALALALALA! TMI!
Zukofan: Dude relax! We're only doing PG stuff like most new couples do :P Review please! ^_^