Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, or any characters. But I DO own my OCs!

A/N: Second (or third, whatever…) chapter! I had, once again a lot of fun writing it. Though it probably depends how you define fun. To me it was fun nonetheless cause this fic seems to write itself, literally. Until now, I've never written a chapter within a day, as I'm pretty critical about my writing style and word-selection and so on and on. This fanfic however seems to be completely different from anything else I've ever written and though, obviously not many people are reading it or think it's worth enough to be reviewed I'm already in love with it. Oh well… I guess I'm babbling…

Enjoy the third chapter and I'd be happy about a few reviews! Anyway, I still wanted to thank those three reviewers (prologue and first chapter). Well, thank you… uhm… yeah! J

Note: This fanfic's rated PG13 for a reason, think about it! (Still, I decreased the rating from R to PG13 after reading some uhm… fanfics with even more violent content.)

Chapter 2

"Well, what do we have here?" he heard a deep, raspy voice ask above him.

The little boy was huddled in a corner and had his eyes closed, hoping that if he didn't see anything no one would notice him as well. Obviously his theory hadn't worked in practice.

Reluctantly he opened his eyes and saw two tanned feet, clad in sandals standing next to his hiding spot. Hesitating a moment he looked up as the feet stepped closer, nearer towards the shadows he was hiding in.

It was obviously a man standing over him, probably a guard that had seen him run away with the food he had stolen from one of the merchants who had been too busy to watch the dirty, little boy more closely. Almost grinning when the young one thought about the hiding place of his stolen treasures, he was surprised to hear the guard speaking again.

"Look up, boy!"

As he didn't do as asked, the man over him shifted once again, coming even closer and suddenly the boy felt a hand upon his skull, forcing him to look up into the face of whom he had thought was a servant of the pharaoh.

"You!" he whispered and was rewarded by a smug smirk the dark haired man gave him. The boy had immediately realized who had been talking to him and now he tried to cower even more than before.

The elder on the other hand frowned at this boy's behaviour; after all he hadn't done anything to him.

"What's your name, boy?" he asked in a warmer tone as he didn't want to frighten the child even more. Though even than the little boy, probably no more than seven or eight years, didn't seem to be able to relax and a small sob had escaped the child's lips before he could answer.

"Ba… Bakura!" the small and stuttering voice responded and before the younger could even react the other sat down right beside him, not caring whether his clothes dirtied or not.

"Well than, Bakura, who am I that you fear me like you do?" he asked, his voice a deep monotone sound to calm this kid he had found in the streets, a place he knew all too well, for he was born there.

He almost smiled as the snivelling young boy looked up and their eyes met. He had known from the beginning, the moment he had seen him steal that food,  that this child was special, his eyes a deep, crimson red and his hair white as snow, though right now stained a dirty grey. Albinos were rare, especially human albinos and yet it seemed that he had found one, more importantly on who apparently wasn't allergic against the burning sun.

The young one was just about to prove it, that he was sure of.

"You're the one they've been searching for! The one who got into the palace and stole one of the pharaoh's greatest treasures, they say you stole it while he was wearing it. They also say you killed more than a hundred guards on your way outside and even though they've been searching for you a long time by now, they've never found you, but the pharaoh was so mad, they say he cast a curse over you, brand-marking you so that his guards would always be able to recognize you. The mark, that… that's the eye of Horus on your forehead, isn't it?"

With every word the boy had spoken his eyes had brightened and now he was smiling, a slight smile, yet the man smirked right back, his face remained serious, though.

"Damn right you are, kid!" he said and leaned back into the wall behind them, that cast a thick shadow over them, hindering anyone to see the two figures inside the alley.

"My name is Thail, the most feared and wanted thief in the whole kingdom of Egypt! So, what do you say, boy? Do you want to become a real thief?"

It took Bakura more than two weeks to make the decision to visit Ryou once again in hospital and as this doctor he had spoken with had claimed, Ryou hadn't awoken from his coma.

While Bakura was sure that the pharaoh and his friends were visiting his reincarnation as often as possible, he didn't feel up to it, of course, he wouldn't admit that the slightest bit of fear had begun to squirm inside of him when thinking of his former hikari.

He wasn't even interested in what had occurred in that forest Ryou had been found in, but only in what had happened to that soul, which Bakura still secretly claimed as his own.

He had sensed a change in the boy the moment he had stepped inside of that hospital-room the first time. The aura surrounding his former host had changed to a confusing, dark and yet fiery one. Moreover, Bakura was sure that he knew it or at least that it wasn't entirely unknown to him.

When he had been in the hospital to check on Ryou again, he had not only felt this aura clearer than before but was surprised by an arrogant smirk upon the face of the supposedly sleeping one.

He left only a few minutes after he had come!

The thirteen years old crouched down, becoming one with the shadows around him. No guard had yet noticed that robbers were invading the temple of Seth.

A group of three men and the young boy, all under the control of Thail, still Egypt's most wanted after more than five years, was killing one lookout after the other, leaving the grounds of the temple, ghost-like and empty.

The group had agreed that they would start their raid the moment Thail gave the sign: a short, sharp yet not too loud whistle. Tonight, after all was very important to their leader and they could not allow screwing this up.

Bakura wasn't too fond of the idea Thail had presented them just a few days ago. He didn't complain though, knowing that it wasn't his place to judge his masters decisions, even if it was about his past and those Millennium items which were most definitely a part of it. That he hadn't told Thail on the other hand and the older thief had never asked him about his life before their meeting either.

Bakura noticed another guard making his way over the moonlit place that lay in front of the temple. This time the patrol, however didn't head for one of his comrades hiding places but for his.

Grinning, the boy leaned even further into the dark, as he didn't want to alarm the man who was coming closer to his hideaway. The dagger lay secure in his right hand, still hidden beneath the dark cloak he wore over his kilt (¹) but ready to strike and to kill.

Until only a few feet where between him and the stranger, Bakura waited. He had early learned that patience was a virtue when hunting and to him this was nothing more but a hunt, an opportunity to refine his skills and senses. He may have looked like nothing more but a young boy but ever since Thail had taken him along, he had been learning from the master-thief, benefiting from every strategic plan the elder had had explained to him, watching every move when his role model fought and imitating it, soon being able to defend himself.

This wasn't his first time raiding either. Would he have told an average citizen that he was part of Thail's gang of thieves for five years by now, robbing with them since two years, he would have been laughed at.

He took one more shallow breath and grabbed the handle of his dagger harder so it wouldn't slip out of his hand. He watched the guard taking a few more steps his way and when he thought no one would notice from inside of the temple he sprung forward, ducked beneath a frantic blow the guard had aimed at him with his spear, and sprung upwards, pushing the man's head upwards with a hefty blow of his left. The next second the guard was down on the floor. He hadn't even been able to scream before the blade had been slit across his unprotected throat. The only and last sound he made before falling to his knees and than flat onto the ground was a gurgling as he was slowly suffocated by his own blood rushing down his gorge.

Bakura was looking coldly at the man lying in front of him, whose hands were searching the ground desperately for something to hold on to. But before his finger tips could reach the fallen weapon next to him, he died, eyes still wide and unbelieving that he had been killed… by a child!

The 'child' still smirked, satisfied with his hunt and before he even thought about it he lifted his dagger up, sniffing the red liquid on it before dipping his tongue into it, probing the taste of blood. He enjoyed the metallic, yet sweet taste it had but was interrupted when he heard the whistle.

Swearing he cleaned the dagger with the guard's tunic, looked around once more to make sure it was safe and than dashed over the place, past the main entrance of the temple, to it's right side. Behind him he could hear his fellow-thieves, there feet, clad in sandals made of braided papyrus, hit the ground with soft thuds.

He turned a corner and stopped. He had arrived at their meeting place: Thail and him would invade the temple from it's right side while the other three were to do the same from the left, so that they could meet up somewhere in the middle. It took only a few seconds, than he heard faint footsteps to his right and looked up to meet his master's eyes.

Thail nodded and smirked, quirking an eyebrow, blackened with kohl.

"It's time to raid!" he whispered and his eyes, midnight blue, narrowed dangerously while the sides of his lips were still curled upwards. Bakura knew that now the real hunt began, a hunt after one of the famous Millennium items.

It was only little time later that they were inside, darting from shadow to shadow, getting closer to the middle of the temple, the place where the item was to be, guarded by a priest.

"This will be easy, considering what we will obtain!" Thail's words had been and Bakura hoped he was right, because the further his feet carried him he could feel anxiousness grow inside of him.

The sight of the golden item though, lying on a small pedestal right in front of him when he turned another one of those uncountable corners, let his heart stop.

He felt a pulsating heat inside of him, coaxing him to come nearer and nearer, to step out of the shadows he was hiding in and just grab the golden, ring-shaped pendant.

It was screaming out to him, he could feel it's power, it's 'soul' touch his own and right then he knew that this treasure was his destiny, that he would own it, whether Thail would like it or not, whether the pharaoh didn't want him to or did.

Hesitating his right hand reached out to touch the gold, to feel it beneath his fingers. He ignored the world around him, everything had stopped and to him there was no time anymore, for a few moments.

Then suddenly he felt the pull die down, heard a harsh voice behind him shout for him to watch out. But it was too late as he felt a hot, searing pain on his face. The guarding priest, a boy who soon would be known as the high priest of Seth, gave him his true face.

"A mere cut across your face is nothing to what could have happened!" Thail told him later, angry at the boy for disregarding everything he had taught him and taking away his opportunity to get his hands on a powerful treasure.

"No! It's just a small price I have to pay for what I've gained!" Bakura had answered him, not caring if his master would understand that he had not only found his future but the key to finally fulfil promises of the past.

"So, I will get my revenge and I'll take it with the help of one of those items that where it's reason!" he swore that night, before falling asleep in their hideout to where they had retreated after escaping the small army of priests.

(¹)  Men usually wore a short skirt that was called kilt. Workers also wore a loin cloth, which barely covered anything (wouldn't you have just loved THAT on Kura?).  It was common to wear a cloak in winter or during the night, because the temperature tends to drop extremely.

A/N: Like it? Don't like it? I hope it wasn't too confusing… even if it is, hell I don't care, I'm the authoress… *mwuahahaha*

Uhm… well, (again) as I promised: no Ryou-hurting! He hasn't woken up yet but I can tell you that he will in the next chapter…

I hope, though you've noticed that the story's in full action now. There's to come even more action (and violence, yeah) but the part written cursive was obviously Bakura's past and it wasn't Bakura reliving his past! Or else I would have made him wake up during the night, sweat-covered, bare-chested, panting (damn, I should have!)… and so on.

So, it wasn't him who dreamed it! And I don't even want to call it a dream, since the person dreaming 'lives' Bakura's whole life again, I'm just writing a few parts of it and may I add I made most of this up, so don't get any wrong ideas. But since there's almost nothing known about Kura's past I couldn't help it… and I did enjoy pondering about all those possibilities…

I chose this one because I wanted to add an own character (Thail, who's eye has absolutely nothing to do with Yami-Malik/Marik) and because I thought that Bakura could have used at least some help becoming the thief-lord (I LOVE that name… it suits him and his badass attitude).

Anyway, next chappie is on its way out of my mind into my computer. It'll probably not take very long but at least two days, after all I got this chapter out after just one day!

And now, please review!