No Yugi-oh owning…
Chapter 2: Little Thieves With Gold And Silver Trinkets'Ha, hah, ha, ha" Malik and Bakura were laughing wildly as they darted in and out of the busy street. Malik was in the lead as usual. He could run faster then Bakura. Bakura's hand was full of trinkets from a jewellery stand that sold gold and silver at outrageous prices. As Bakura made a sharp turn he pocketed them.
A faint, "STOP THEM! STOP THEM, THIEFS, STOP!!!" Could barely be heard over the rustle and bustle of the crowds, which had also prevented the fat merchant from chasing after them.
It took Bakura eight more seconds to catch up to Malik. They were both smiling uncontrollably. Malik had stopped to catch his breath. His hands were resting over his bent knees, as soon as Bakura caught up he took on the same pose as Malik.
Once they had sufficiently caught their breaths they took down the hoods that had been covering their faces. Bakura spoke. "How much- how much did you get."
Malik shrugged as he reached into the pouch that hung around his waist. He pulled out a handful of silver and gold jewellery. Mostly silver "You."
Bakura nodded as he thrust his hand into his pocket and pulled out about as much as Malik had on his outstretched hand. Malik's eyes quickly darted and counted them then looked down at his as he did the calculation. "Ah ha! I've got more than you."
Bakura didn't frown like he usually did when Malik had collected the best bounty, noting this Malik asked, "What?"
Bakura shrugged. "It's just that, well, you think you've bested me."
Malik counted again. "I did best you Bakura."
"Nope." Bakura held out his hand and Malik looked to see what he missed. Then it hit him, Bakura's hand was filled with mostly gold and a bit of silver; well his… Malik slapped his forehead with the palm of his face. "Huh, fine, you won this time."
Bakura smiled with victory before pocketing his prizes. He looked up at the sky. The air was already getting chilly and although the sun was still up he knew it would be setting soon. Malik also noticed the change in temperature and both boys left the area to go to their secret spot. Not that the spot was a secret, it was just where they hid their bounty.
Little conversation happened between the two friends as they walked down a filthy and dirty street. The street was all but abandoned; it laid on the outskirts of town and was very old. The stone buildings were just barely standing… if standing at all. It was on this particular street that a secret bounty laid hidden. As always Bakura did a quick scout to make sure no one was around. Once satisfied he joined Malik who had entered a building who's roof had long since caved in.
"No one." Bakura said when Malik looked up. Malik gave a nod before pulling out the gold and silver trinkets from his pouch. He walked over to the corner of the room and with small difficulty removed a piece of old rubble that had fallen (placed) on some mouldy pieces of cloth. Malik moved the cloth aside to reveal a trap door. He opened it and carelessly dropped his handful of jewellery. Bakura did the same before replacing the cloth and rubble.
In the hole (trapdoor) laid all the bounty Bakura and Malik had stolen so far. For their age it could be considered more bountiful than others especially considering all hands were still attached. But it wasn't enough for the two who had already exited the building.
Bakura sighed. "How much longer do you think."
Malik looked quizzical. "I don't know, soon I hope. I don't think I can take much more of this. You?"
"I'll live."
"If we had-"
Bakura cut Malik off before he could even finish his sentence. "No. The more people the more we'd have to split it, the less we'd have. Besides, you know how risky it would be to have somebody else join us. Who knows if we could trust them."
Malik sighed. "Your right. It's just-" Malik stopped talking and gripped one of his sleeves.
"…Soon." Bakura said. "Soon."
"Remember, in two days we'll meet on top of that fancy fabric store."
Bakura nodded his head and the two boys split up in different directions.
Malik was happy when he was around Bakura. They had met a long time ago and often escaped their horrid lives to have some fun… namely thieving. They soon realized that their favourite pastime could save them from their miserable existence. So they set their eyes on more expensive yet not too out of their league attainable goals. And Bakura was right; soon they would be free. Malik smiled at the thought but it quickly faded. Lucky him lived with his father. A horrible man.
Little more than three years ago Malik watched as his father beat his mother to death. He remembered the argument. He was mentioned briefly. It started out with his father complaining about their not being enough food on the table… typical, then his mother responded by saying that if he'd bring more money home there would be more food. The argument grew from there. Until his father snapped… and his mother died.
Malik was blamed for the death and his father made sure Malik paid for it. His father never was the gentlest of souls- or even gentle… at all. And over the years he had gotten worse. Their pathetic family wasn't starving and they definitely weren't rich, but his father still beat him. He blamed Malik. Malik knew his father would have preferred if he had been killed instead of his mother, so supposedly he figured that was what his father saw every time he looked at him.
Malik closed his eyes as he stepped up to his door. He was about to open it when the door opened before him. His father's hand reached out and grabbed him roughly before pulling him into the house. If anyone was listening they could have heard the deep voice that said, "Where were you boy. Your late!"
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Bakura wasn't happy. He had hoped by now he and Malik would be free from their stupid lives and be able to survive on their own. But one things for sure. He wasn't going anywhere soon. Currently he was trapped within an organized crime wave called Shadow Marauder's. It wasn't by choice either. When he was little, smaller then he is now by a long shot he had had a brother. His brother supported him and looked after him, until some tough times happened and his brother was forced to do business with the Shadow Marauders.
His brother wasn't stupid, never was. And once he realized what he had gotten himself into he was prepared to get out. However he had failed. Bakura was taken after his brother was slaughtered. And he never forgave the Shadow Marauders for what they did and was now thieving sneakily with Malik, soon they'll escape. They would escape and start a new life.
They both wanted out of their current lives, badly.