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AnimeFan: YES!! I am the game queen!! Ha ha! Die you stupid Maleficant! You think you can change into a dragon and kick MY ass! I DON'T THINK SO!!! ^0^

Chibi Bakura: -___-' Um, AnimeFan...you're supposed to be working on the next chapter of Six Petals...not dragon slaying in Kingdom Hearts.

AnimeFan: Huh? What do you mean I'm supposed to be work- (looks behind her and spots her fans staring at her) Oh!! Yeah...um... I was just getting to that! **cough** heh, um...ok! (saves game and turns it off, then whirls around to her computer.) All righty then!! ^_____^

Chibi Bakura: I-chuwawa!

Chibi Joey: (zips in and stops next to Bakura) You called, Baku?

Chibi Bakura: No! I didn't mean it like that! AND DON'T CALL ME BAKU!!!

AnimeFan: Awe...aren't they cute!! @.@ You know what, I like the name Baku so much that I think I'll write a fic with that being Bakura's name!

Chibi Bakura: HOLY RA!! Oh...strike me down and put me out of my misery.. -______-'

AnimeFan: Can't do that! Gotta write the chapter you know!! (does some computer exercises that have a lot to do with popping her knuckles and flexing her fingers. Starts typing, now!)

Italics means a dream...just for you to know!

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Chapter 7 -- Stupid Blonde Greek!


You worthless dirty blood! You're no more good then a common slut!

The red-eyed man glared down at his white-haired son, bringing his hand hard across the child's face. The little boy cried out and toppled across the room, slamming against the far wall of the great house of his noble born father. Walking over till he was towering over the child, the man laughed cruelly at his son, What's wrong!? Gonna cry. Yeah, go ahead and cry. Cry like the worthless little lamb you are! The child sniffed, trying to hold back the tears. He knew what would happen if he cried, his father would just beat him more. The older man smirked and reached down, taking the boy by the collar of his shirt and dragging him on the floor to the father's room.

Looks as if I'll just have to show you how much of a whore you are.

Crying out, Kale bolted up in bed panting heavily with sweat dripping down his face. That was not a dream he had wanted to have. Taking some time to calm down his racing heart, the albino haired thief looked around him at his surroundings. This was strange, it sure didn't look like those musty old dungeons that guards kept thieves and outlaws like him locked up in. It was actually nice and cool, his bed was a soft one, and the whole atmosphere screamed peace and tranquility.

Brushing aside some out of place strands of his hair, he crept quietly out of the bed and cautiously opened the wooden door. Peeping out, he stealthily left the room when he was sure the coast was clear and headed towards the stairs. It was a really nice house, whoever lived here was a very prosperous person. Kale fiddled with the idea of snatching up a few of the items around him to take after he had left. It would probably be smarter to just get out of there. He could mark this house down and come back to clean it out some other time. Walking as quietly as he could, he snuck down the stairs but stopped near the bottom as voices came from the room beyond...

"Ya can't go, Setoek!! The prince will never stop, going back ta him will only mean more pain!"

"I can't stay, Jono. I have a duty to my master to protect him. The gods only know who in that castle may be planing corruption or treason."

"Setoek, you're to pure. I've never met anyone like ya. Ouiji obviously doen see what he has, a lover that's loyal and devoted...Promise me if he hurts ya again, you'll come back here...immediately."

"Uh-huh. I promise, Jono. Thanks for being here for me. Thanks for everything."

"Hey! What's a friend for? See ya later, hopefully not for any bad reasons though."

"Bye."

Kale frowned, listening some more as the sounds of footsteps and a door closing echoed up the stairs. It would be nice to have a friend like that, always there to help you. He'd never really had that sort of thing. The day his mom died had been the day he was on his own. Both in dealing with his father and in dealing with his life. After crouching there on the steps for five minutes straight and no sound coming from anywhere, Kale guessed that both people had left and he was alone in the house. Ok, on the count of three he'd make a run for the door and out to the closest alley. One...two...three!

Sprinting from where he was, Kale bolted down the stairs and crashed right into someone or something that had suddenly appeared in his way. With a loud curse he fell onto the floor once again and winced as a quick jolt of pain went up his spine. Ow...Kale rubbed his butt with a slight scowl and glared up at the object that had knocked him off his feet. Once again he found himself staring into a pair of carmel-colored eyes. Oh boy, deja-vu all over again. It was that blonde he had run into only a few days ago. The stupid, cute one with all the merchandise.

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Jono sat there and blinked, slightly surprised no doubt by the thief's sudden appearance. He hadn't expected the boy to be awake yet. After getting over the sudden shock, he couldn't help but to smirk at how ironic this second meeting was starting out. Just like the first time, of course, the guards weren't after the thief this time. The white-haired fiend seemed to scowl at him silently in his own little cute way before speaking in that light toned voice of his, "You again. I knew I should of slit your throat when I had the chance." Gods, was it a crime for him to be helplessly attracted to the angel?

"Well, I suppose that was your loss. Glad ta see that you're all right, though. You've been asleep for about a day," Jono smiled at him and stood, brushing off his shirt and pants. He'd have to dust sooner or later, though when you live in a dessert that was sort of pointless. He was slightly aware of his young guest watching him warily, and shrugging away his conscious that didn't know how to shut up, he reached down and offered his hand to the boy, "My name's Jono." He watched expectantly and after narrowing his emerald eyes dangerously, the boy took his hand and stood up, "My name is Kale. If you tell anyone I'll kill you."

So his name was Kale, personally Jono thought the name was just as beautiful as the boy. Kale shifted in place nervously, crossing his arms while keeping from eye contact. The blonde could tell he was insecure about his situation. Shrugging like a thief in his house was an everyday thing, he turned and headed into the kitchen and through the door into his shop. He didn't even so much as glance back at the albino. He knew already that the bandit would run the moment he was out of the way. Sighing in slight exasperation, Jono began his usual morning of cleaning, tidying, and arranging his shop.

As he was pulling out some white embroidered silk he'd gotten in Rome, something moved out of the corner of his eye. Turning, Jono looked around the shop for the culprit. Seeing no one around, he turned back to the silk and jumped three feet out of his plain shirt. Kale was leaning against the counter in front of him, looking at the silk curiously. Taking steady breathes to calm his racing heart, Jono smirked and offered the silk to the thief, "Wanna feel it? It's called silk, got it from my home town." Kale arched a brow and reached out to feel the fabric between his fingers. "It's nice...feels soft, sort of creamy." He smiled and draped the piece over the thief's shoulders. This action seemed to surprise the other, but he didn't make any move to give it back just yet.

After a little while of feeling it, Kale handed it back to him with a rueful smile, "It's nice. So...where are you from anyway? What's all this here, you some kind of merchant?" Jono shrugged in a carefree manner and placed the silk back into it's packaging, "My dad is Karthet, council member of the Roman senate and chief voice over all merchants and traders. My mother, Alexia, well...I don really know that much about her. She died when I was really young. As for me, I'm a full-blooded Greek who favors the Egyptian life over others. And yes, I'm a merchant." Kale gave a slight harsh laugh, then began walking around and about the store. Jono watched him window shop for a while, then went back to what he'd been doing before. While stocking his shelves, however, he kept an eye on his guest. It was more out of admiration and interest rather then mistrust. He knew that by the time the albino haired thief left, he'd have at least five or six things turn up missing. That was expected though, after all he was a bandit.

"Jono...hmm, I've heard about you. You're in big with the rebels aren't you?" Kale watched as he tensed in surprise and turned to stare at him, fear in those carmel eyes for the first time they'd met. With a frown, Jono watched Kale walk over to examine a silver goblet intently. "Don't look at me like that. You'd be surprised at what you hear about in a tavern full of thieves, cut throats, and scoundrels. No need to worry though, I'm not going to rat on you. Actually, I was wondering if you'd tell me where the next meeting will be and when. I'd like to go and attend."

Jono stared at him warily, his turn to be cautious of the other, "What would a guy like you be wantin with the rebels?" He watched as his 'friend' continued to pretend the subject had never been brought up. Finally, after inspecting the silver goblet in every way, the albino brushed some hair aside and spoke, "I've got my own, personal reasons. You see, I'm a dirty blood. That's all the information I can give you and I think it's enough. There aren't that many of us out there you know." The blonde winced as that be-damned word fell from the shorter boys lips so easily. It took a lot of strength and guts for someone to admit that with such ease. Dirty bloods, that name was a social class given to all half human, half duel monsters. Kale was right, there weren't that many dirty bloods out there. Most were killed immediately at birth and the rest were discovered sooner or later. Yet another reason the rebels wanted to be the one's to come out on top. Almost every living dirty blood out there was apart of the rebellion and they wanted the persecutions to stop.

"So...Jono...you've got to be some merchant to afford such a nice place. Are all merchant's, dumb enough to help thieves, this rich?" Jono laughed lightly at the comment, glad for the change of subject, and walked over to stand in front of Kale with a sincere smile, "Na, just the ones lucky enough ta be in the way of angel's running from the justice." He watched as the other flushed at the comment and stared up at him with a I'm-not-an-angel look. Hmm, Kale would probably kill him for this...but he was quickly losing himself in those emerald eyes. With a lot of courage he hadn't known he had Jono cupped the thief's chin gently, tilting his face up and closing the distance between them with an even more gentle kiss.

Oh Ra, this he liked. Kale's lips were soft and warm beneath his own, it was purer silk then the clothe he had just had a minute ago. For a moment the other seemed to respond to his kiss, but moments aren't always as long as you want them to be. Kale seemed to snap back to earth and shoved him away roughly, eyes wide with surprise. "I-I-I...I've got to go. Now! Right. Thank you...and...um...bye. Right." The albino whirled around on his feet and started towards the door in a rather stiff manner. Joey bit his lip, slightly relieved that he hadn't punched him. Ok, so he reacted to the kiss and...oh damnit. "Um, Kale wait! Before ya go an all...the next rebel meetin will by held where it always is, at the old abandoned store house...ya know...the one that's said ta be haunted. It'll be at the next turn of the moon." Jono watched as the other stopped and glanced back to him before continuing out the door to disappear in the crowd. "Oh Ra, what the hell have I gotten myself into ta?"

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AnimeFan: Hey, peeps! I found something really cool on a name analysis site! It's an analysis of Seto's name! Check this out, it describes him perfectly. Weird...

Name analysis of Seto: Your name of Seto makes you quick-minded, versatile, and very expressive. You are adaptable and creative in responding to new situations. This name has given you an interest in people and a desire for new experiences. You have the ability to create a favorable first impression, and so you could do well in the fields of sales promotion or entertainment. The use of this name creates a lack of stability in your affairs as it inclines you to procrastinate. It spoils patience and weakens your stand in matters of principle. You are inclined to do whatever is expedient in order to avoid facing issues. You could suffer bitter experiences through attracting wrong types of association and can be drawn into circumstances involving you in unwise situations. Weakness in your health would come through emotional disturbances and tension affecting the nervous system. Nervous indigestion and disorders in the fluid functions could result.

AnimeFan: Told you that was weird. It's Seto Kaiba forwards and backwards. If you want to check out an analysis of any other names go to http://www.kabalarians.com/gkh/your.htm. This is where I found the analysis of the name Seto. It's pretty cool, but prepare to suffer deja-vu.

Chibi Bakura: Yeah! Kissy scene! But why did it have to end so quickly!! I wanted the kiss to last longer!!! -___-