Second Chapter Minna hope you like. Please read and review. The Gundam boys
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"Are we lost" she asked holding on to Bakura's waist to make sure she didn't fall off horse
"No we're not lost, this is the Labyrinth, it's made so no one but us thieve can make it through, see look" Malik pointed out that the fourth time they passed the barrel that there was a sign that read "The Labyrinth". She looked at it for a second clearly confused When Malik said " We put the sign there to signal that you passed the fourth barrel, it's a illusion that's why all the barrels look the same, after the Fourth barrel we go Left to where our house is"
"No it's not that ..the sign I cant read it" Wangari said in a low voice. Bakura looked at her and Malik raised an eyebrow.
"Run that by me again" he said as they made the left turn.
"I can't read ..I've never learned, where I lived all we needed was to learn how to survive in the desert and kill who ever threatened us" She said as they stop at a house , the door way draped with a white clothe , as they got off the horses and carried the bags into the house Wangari gasped . It was a small house but none the less beautiful. The house was made up of three rooms, two large one small. One of the larger rooms was the bedroom, two large beds set at the opposite sides of the room the fall was made of polished ivory, the bed frames of wood that didn't seem to exist anywhere in Egypt. There were torches all over the house to light it. The other large room was the living quarters with a lavish set of couches and chairs and a table that was in the middle of the room. But what stood out in the room was the wooden shelf that held dozens of different books. She decides she'll ask them about those later. The smaller room was where all the food was kept and cooked, small clay stove stood in the middle probably powered by coal. There were bags of grain and rice and such lying in the corners of the room. She returned to the living quarters where Bakura was waiting for her with a bunch of white cloth in his arms.
"If you're going to stay with us and become a thief then your going to have to learn how to read" He said motioning towards the shelf. Her eyes brightened as he said that but then Malik voice could be heard from in the bed room.
"What are you talking about Bakura she's NOT staying with us, and she's NOT becoming a thief, Ohhhh I see Ryou peeking out aint he" Malik said voice just dripping with sarcasm at the last statement.
" Of course not why would I let that weakling take control" Bakura brown orbs where starting to change into a brownish red , his mouth in a snare that showed fangs that made the angel haired youth look like a demon.
"Isis is not going to like this, we're suppose to be going to Thebes tomorrow to work closer to the High Priest Seto, what while they say when they see we bought a worthless wench with us" Malik said as he came out into the living room violet eye's
"First of all Malik fuck Isis the only reason we took the job is because we where running low on money, and because she's your sister, I don't give a damn about Isis and the High priest, And I don't give a damn about what you think," Bakura face was red from fury . He roughly shoved the white fabric into Wangari's arms and stormed out of the house saying to Wangari that the bathhouse was next door. Malik made his way back into the bedroom cussing all the way. Wangari made her way to the bath house silently, she saw Bakura in the shadows watching her. She wondered right then how he could hide in darkness with that bone white hair of his, but shook it of as the warm air of the bath house hit her as she entered. The bath house consisted of two rooms, a steam room and the bathroom. The steam room was a wooden room just big enough for five people to fit in and move around a bit. A small hole in the corner held hot coal, water was poured on it to create the steam. The bathroom was a large white room made completely out of white marble tile; the tub was built in the middle of the room, it was about ten feet long and eight feet in diameter. There was water all ready steaming water in the tub, and different selection of oils and perfumes on the shelf on the wall. Wangari striped of the rags that she had been wearing and lowered herself into the water. She didn't use any of the oils because she didn't get why anyone would wont to cover up there own unique scent with that of some flower that smelt strong enough for any predator to smell it from miles away . Wangari lowered herself further into the water letting her self macerate in the warm water .when she was done she put on the white gown that Bakura had gave her. It was simple enough, comfortable silk, no sleeves for the hot day but had a shawl to cover her arms at night. She wondered where Bakura had got this in so little time as she drained the tub. She walked out of the bath house and the cold air warped it self around her body she shivered and hugged the shawl around her arms she looked around for Bakura . He was still leaning in the shadows watching her , a shiver went down her back and it wasn't just from the cold nights breeze , she gazed into the those cold eye's and felt emptiness . Her own yellow green orbs went wide and she hurried into the house. Wangari heard cursing and shuffling as she entered the house, it was coming from the bed room. She peeked in to find Malik yelling at the leopard that had chosen his bed as his own.
"You damned cat get of my fucking bed" Malik screamed at the great cat, it just looked at him as if he was crazy..maybe he was ^_^.
"CAT GET OUT OF MY DAMN BED" He yelled as he dived on the leopard and wrestled with it. The cat had its claws retracted so not to harm the foolish man as he played with Malik upon the bed. Malik finally gave up as he lay on the floor trying to catch his breath. The leopard seemed to have a mocking smell on its furry face. Wangari giggled and Malik looked up to her. His breath caught in his mouth as he looked her over. With out all the dust and dirt to ruin her face and cling to her hair, she looked rather pretty in the white gown, her shiny jet black hair combed out to reach her waist, her darkly tanned skin looked as smooth as a flower petal so smooth that Malik was tempted to touch it. He shook his head what was he thinking this girl was what started the fight between him and his oldest friend in the world. He got up and claimed into the bed pushing the leopard down to the foot of the bed, he didn't mind as long as he got to sleep in the bed. Wangari stood in the door way looking at Malik she had her head lowered and was fumbling with her hands.
"What's wrong with you" He asked with a look that could kill the Pharaoh
"I'm so sorry about what happened earlier, if you want me to I'll leave in the morning but I thank you for your hospitality" Her voice was crystal clear and rang in Malik's ears like a bell.
"You don't have to leave" Bakura's voice came from the living room. Wangari turned around to see him walking into the room.
"Are you sure I don't want to be a burden" Her eyes were pleading.
"I'm sure, but the question is, is Malik sure" They both turned to Malik and Malik just shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine by me just don't expect me to calm Isis nerve's when she finds out" He said not looking at ether of them. Bakura smiled and went to his own bed and motioned for Wangari to come to bed. But she shook her head and began to walk out of the room.
"You don't want to share my bed" Bakura said his voice filled with sarcasm.
"No it's not that" She said looking at them both with her eye's that had just gone a golden green.
"Then why don't you sleep"Malik asked as he began to draft of to sleep.
"I'd like to go look at the moon" Wangari said as she walked out of the house and into the darkness of the streets. She looked up into the light of the moon it was full and bright. Her golden green eyes thinned into black slits as jet black fur covered her whole body. She had shed her white gown and was now on the ground, pacing on all fours as the fur continued to cover her. Then she truly was what her name meant, the name her mother had left her with, the name Wangari that meant leopard. The Black beast bonded of into the night, into the darkness that would hide it to look for pray. She would be back before the sun arose but not with out satisfying the hunger that came with this form, she'd come back to the place she now decided to call home. *
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* They rode into Cairo before a ray of the sun had touched the sky Just the way the two robbers liked it. It was dark so none of the residence could see the odd party of two very dangerous men, an innocent looking woman, and a great cat riding through the avenues and streets of Cairo. Clay Houses decorated the streets of the great city palm trees standing just away from any area's that would most likely be jammed with traffic when the sun arose. Wangari looked around the city clearly dazzled by it. Malik watched her as she moved around on Bakura's horse to look at things that she missed Malik just smiled and shook his head when they turned down a dark alley. The alley lid on and on between the large hard stone houses , making turns and twist until Wangari was sure she saw the same barrel tree times. She finally got tired and looked back at Malik.
"Are we lost" she asked holding on to Bakura's waist to make sure she didn't fall off horse
"No we're not lost, this is the Labyrinth, it's made so no one but us thieve can make it through, see look" Malik pointed out that the fourth time they passed the barrel that there was a sign that read "The Labyrinth". She looked at it for a second clearly confused When Malik said " We put the sign there to signal that you passed the fourth barrel, it's a illusion that's why all the barrels look the same, after the Fourth barrel we go Left to where our house is"
"No it's not that ..the sign I cant read it" Wangari said in a low voice. Bakura looked at her and Malik raised an eyebrow.
"Run that by me again" he said as they made the left turn.
"I can't read ..I've never learned, where I lived all we needed was to learn how to survive in the desert and kill who ever threatened us" She said as they stop at a house , the door way draped with a white clothe , as they got off the horses and carried the bags into the house Wangari gasped . It was a small house but none the less beautiful. The house was made up of three rooms, two large one small. One of the larger rooms was the bedroom, two large beds set at the opposite sides of the room the fall was made of polished ivory, the bed frames of wood that didn't seem to exist anywhere in Egypt. There were torches all over the house to light it. The other large room was the living quarters with a lavish set of couches and chairs and a table that was in the middle of the room. But what stood out in the room was the wooden shelf that held dozens of different books. She decides she'll ask them about those later. The smaller room was where all the food was kept and cooked, small clay stove stood in the middle probably powered by coal. There were bags of grain and rice and such lying in the corners of the room. She returned to the living quarters where Bakura was waiting for her with a bunch of white cloth in his arms.
"If you're going to stay with us and become a thief then your going to have to learn how to read" He said motioning towards the shelf. Her eyes brightened as he said that but then Malik voice could be heard from in the bed room.
"What are you talking about Bakura she's NOT staying with us, and she's NOT becoming a thief, Ohhhh I see Ryou peeking out aint he" Malik said voice just dripping with sarcasm at the last statement.
" Of course not why would I let that weakling take control" Bakura brown orbs where starting to change into a brownish red , his mouth in a snare that showed fangs that made the angel haired youth look like a demon.
"Isis is not going to like this, we're suppose to be going to Thebes tomorrow to work closer to the High Priest Seto, what while they say when they see we bought a worthless wench with us" Malik said as he came out into the living room violet eye's
"First of all Malik fuck Isis the only reason we took the job is because we where running low on money, and because she's your sister, I don't give a damn about Isis and the High priest, And I don't give a damn about what you think," Bakura face was red from fury . He roughly shoved the white fabric into Wangari's arms and stormed out of the house saying to Wangari that the bathhouse was next door. Malik made his way back into the bedroom cussing all the way. Wangari made her way to the bath house silently, she saw Bakura in the shadows watching her. She wondered right then how he could hide in darkness with that bone white hair of his, but shook it of as the warm air of the bath house hit her as she entered. The bath house consisted of two rooms, a steam room and the bathroom. The steam room was a wooden room just big enough for five people to fit in and move around a bit. A small hole in the corner held hot coal, water was poured on it to create the steam. The bathroom was a large white room made completely out of white marble tile; the tub was built in the middle of the room, it was about ten feet long and eight feet in diameter. There was water all ready steaming water in the tub, and different selection of oils and perfumes on the shelf on the wall. Wangari striped of the rags that she had been wearing and lowered herself into the water. She didn't use any of the oils because she didn't get why anyone would wont to cover up there own unique scent with that of some flower that smelt strong enough for any predator to smell it from miles away . Wangari lowered herself further into the water letting her self macerate in the warm water .when she was done she put on the white gown that Bakura had gave her. It was simple enough, comfortable silk, no sleeves for the hot day but had a shawl to cover her arms at night. She wondered where Bakura had got this in so little time as she drained the tub. She walked out of the bath house and the cold air warped it self around her body she shivered and hugged the shawl around her arms she looked around for Bakura . He was still leaning in the shadows watching her , a shiver went down her back and it wasn't just from the cold nights breeze , she gazed into the those cold eye's and felt emptiness . Her own yellow green orbs went wide and she hurried into the house. Wangari heard cursing and shuffling as she entered the house, it was coming from the bed room. She peeked in to find Malik yelling at the leopard that had chosen his bed as his own.
"You damned cat get of my fucking bed" Malik screamed at the great cat, it just looked at him as if he was crazy..maybe he was ^_^.
"CAT GET OUT OF MY DAMN BED" He yelled as he dived on the leopard and wrestled with it. The cat had its claws retracted so not to harm the foolish man as he played with Malik upon the bed. Malik finally gave up as he lay on the floor trying to catch his breath. The leopard seemed to have a mocking smell on its furry face. Wangari giggled and Malik looked up to her. His breath caught in his mouth as he looked her over. With out all the dust and dirt to ruin her face and cling to her hair, she looked rather pretty in the white gown, her shiny jet black hair combed out to reach her waist, her darkly tanned skin looked as smooth as a flower petal so smooth that Malik was tempted to touch it. He shook his head what was he thinking this girl was what started the fight between him and his oldest friend in the world. He got up and claimed into the bed pushing the leopard down to the foot of the bed, he didn't mind as long as he got to sleep in the bed. Wangari stood in the door way looking at Malik she had her head lowered and was fumbling with her hands.
"What's wrong with you" He asked with a look that could kill the Pharaoh
"I'm so sorry about what happened earlier, if you want me to I'll leave in the morning but I thank you for your hospitality" Her voice was crystal clear and rang in Malik's ears like a bell.
"You don't have to leave" Bakura's voice came from the living room. Wangari turned around to see him walking into the room.
"Are you sure I don't want to be a burden" Her eyes were pleading.
"I'm sure, but the question is, is Malik sure" They both turned to Malik and Malik just shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine by me just don't expect me to calm Isis nerve's when she finds out" He said not looking at ether of them. Bakura smiled and went to his own bed and motioned for Wangari to come to bed. But she shook her head and began to walk out of the room.
"You don't want to share my bed" Bakura said his voice filled with sarcasm.
"No it's not that" She said looking at them both with her eye's that had just gone a golden green.
"Then why don't you sleep"Malik asked as he began to draft of to sleep.
"I'd like to go look at the moon" Wangari said as she walked out of the house and into the darkness of the streets. She looked up into the light of the moon it was full and bright. Her golden green eyes thinned into black slits as jet black fur covered her whole body. She had shed her white gown and was now on the ground, pacing on all fours as the fur continued to cover her. Then she truly was what her name meant, the name her mother had left her with, the name Wangari that meant leopard. The Black beast bonded of into the night, into the darkness that would hide it to look for pray. She would be back before the sun arose but not with out satisfying the hunger that came with this form, she'd come back to the place she now decided to call home. *
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* Hope you like if you want to find Different names & there meanings go to BABY CHATTER.COM they have a lot of good names. Please read and review. ^_^
