Secret: Polly want a cracker? * Snicker *

Me: Secret want a beating? * Glare *

Secret: Maybe I should just continue w/ the…thing.

Me: You do that.

~*~Yami's POV~*~

I had beaten the foolish noble. They didn't call me the king of games for nothing. No one could stand in my way. True…the game was dangerous, but I was always protected. No one could beat me, therefore, I was safe. Others had died, because of greed. They all wanted my title. Ha! As if they would ever get receive it. I looked at the shifting sand dunes before going back inside. Now that the duel was over, I had something else on my mind. No, not something else, someone else. Secret.

Secret. Interesting name it was. She didn't seem to object to it though. In fact, she seemed rather happy that she had a name. I walked into my throne room. I thought I saw someone through the corner of my eye…near the well. I blinked and there was nothing there. I was probably just seeing things. That usually happened after the game.

~*~Secret's POV~*~

"Bakura? That's your name?" He sneered. "Better than yours." I glared. Man, my eyes were hurting from doing that. Apparently, he wasn't the friendly type so I started to walk away. He grabbed me with his cold hands. "Where do you think you're going?" "Uhh…out. If they come back here, I don't want my head on a platter." He let go, but put his face in mine. "You're not going anywhere until you direct me to the tombs. Got that?" I smirked. "And what if I don't want to?" "You don't have a choice female."

"Secret." "Whatever. Funny name. How'd you get it?" I blushed. "N-none of your concern." He shrugged. There was an awkward silence. I broke it. "Follow me…that is, unless you want to find the tombs yourself." He didn't say anything, so I took it as a yes. I walked towards the entrance. "Are you crazy? We just came from there!" I ignored him. I knew these pyramids like the back of my own hand. I knew where I was going. He still followed.

Eventually, we reached a wall. A dead end. "Great going secret. Now look where you've gotten us." Then he laughed evilly. "I should've known more than to trust a lowly woman like yourself." "Take that back!" "Make me." I was surprised we didn't burst into flames. Both balling our fists and glaring at each other like crazy. "I'll have you know…I'm the Pharaoh's dancer. I can get you killed." That…slipped. I immediately wanted to take it back. "Right of course you are." I caught the sarcasm in his voice. He didn't believe me. I was not a liar!

But in a way it was good. I decided to ignore our 'argument' and just lead him to the tombs and get out of here. Then it hit me. Why did he want to go in the tombs anyways? Tomb robber? Was that why? I was helping…a tomb robber. Oh this was not going to look too good if I got caught…if we got caught. I traced my hand over the writings. I couldn't make sense of them. Only the educated and wealthy ones knew how to read. I was neither. I only knew a few letters and words here and there…not enough to discern anything.

"Can you read?" I asked him suddenly. He jumped, as if forgetting I was there. "Yes…a little. Can you?" "Same." He went back to examining the wall. I looked at him again. His breathing was heavy. Probably excited at the fact of the treasure he was going to get…because of me. I wonder what my Pharaoh would do if he had found out about this. "So, secret, where…do we go now?" He asked. I sighed. "I can't decode this. I know it says something about the tombs…but I can't read it fully."

He came over to where I was standing. We both tried to decode what was written. He was lying. He didn't know a little…he knew a lot! I was surprised. I guess tomb robbers had to know how to read. But unfortunately, it had nothing of value. Just some…stuff. This was just great. I then noticed the spider's cobwebs atop on the wall on the left. Funny…there were no webs anywhere else. I walked over to the wall and put my hand over it. Cold. Bakura came over as well his eyes glowing. "You found something?"

"Put your hand…here." I took his hand in mine and put it where mine was. "It's…cold." "Exactly!" I was so excited. Obviously, he had no idea why. "What does a cold door have to do with the tombs?" I sighed. "Don't you see? No one visits the tombs. That's why this section is…dirty. That's why the door is cold. Because no one goes there." "Pretty smart…for a female." I took it as a compliment.

He started to push on the door. It wouldn't budge. I was reminded of the chipped block. Dam, that door was stuck. But, in the next few moments, I guess it didn't matter.

Secret: ANOTHER evil cliffie. Mwahahaha! But… this story is almost over…my first fic and it's a short one.

Me: I only let you have my powers because I didn't have any money to but you a wedding present.

Secret: I appreciate it crackers.

Me: ANOTHER nickname? * Sigh *

Secret: Maybe this isn't as detailed as it should be, but I'm a first time writer. And I used Black K.'s idea. Not really idea, but she said that Qaseem should go drown himself in the Nile. ^_^ Which I think he should have, but I guess it doesn't matter because he's dead anyways. So the line up there * points above * belongs to Black K. not me. Thanks Black. ^_^