The Third X; The King of Thieves, Bakurah's Deceit
OOC: WARNING, BAKURA-CENTERED FICT! Oh and thanks again for the reviews!
Recap: A large polished sapphire was placed on her counter. "I'll be done in the morning, but I can't guarantee anything for the girl, she'll make up most of her childhood but she may remember some truth." Bakurah nodded and added another, although smaller, sapphire for good measure before leaving the way he came.
On with the story.
Bakurah stepped out onto the street, his palms itched and his fingers were twitching, I need to steal something or kill something.. He thought to himself before setting off into the nobles section of the city. He would pull a turtle dove.
When he arrived, Bakurah threw dirt on his clothing and headed inside the largest house, when he was there he pretended to scrub the golden floor while eyeing all the things he could steal when the hawk eyes turned on another so-called slave. When the foolish man's back was turned Bakurah's nimble feet carried him to a golden statue of Ishtar and back to his false scrubbing.
Smiling smugly at his haul he left through the back door when the man wasn't watching but something went wrong, he ran into a man, roughly twice age with platinum locks and rare lavender eyes. With a hiss of anger the man glared at him and spat in his face, "What are you doing slave!" he hissed brushing himself off and motioning for what seemed like his son to follow him. The son just walked slowly behind him, eyes to the floor, his body was more wrapped up than that of a mummy and it showed that the teen was in pain.
Cursing himself for over analyzing the situation, Bakurah ran off as soon as he heard the older man yeah angrily when he noticed his statue to be missing. He left with more than a little satisfaction.
A/Note; Please check out my yahoo group, it's dedicated to original fiction, though fanfiction is accepted, I drew the picture in celebration of Halloween myself! ^_^; though I had to do it in paintbrush because my scanner is being evil. lol, well, all peoples are welcome! Thanks!
OOC: WARNING, BAKURA-CENTERED FICT! Oh and thanks again for the reviews!
Recap: A large polished sapphire was placed on her counter. "I'll be done in the morning, but I can't guarantee anything for the girl, she'll make up most of her childhood but she may remember some truth." Bakurah nodded and added another, although smaller, sapphire for good measure before leaving the way he came.
On with the story.
Bakurah stepped out onto the street, his palms itched and his fingers were twitching, I need to steal something or kill something.. He thought to himself before setting off into the nobles section of the city. He would pull a turtle dove.
When he arrived, Bakurah threw dirt on his clothing and headed inside the largest house, when he was there he pretended to scrub the golden floor while eyeing all the things he could steal when the hawk eyes turned on another so-called slave. When the foolish man's back was turned Bakurah's nimble feet carried him to a golden statue of Ishtar and back to his false scrubbing.
Smiling smugly at his haul he left through the back door when the man wasn't watching but something went wrong, he ran into a man, roughly twice age with platinum locks and rare lavender eyes. With a hiss of anger the man glared at him and spat in his face, "What are you doing slave!" he hissed brushing himself off and motioning for what seemed like his son to follow him. The son just walked slowly behind him, eyes to the floor, his body was more wrapped up than that of a mummy and it showed that the teen was in pain.
Cursing himself for over analyzing the situation, Bakurah ran off as soon as he heard the older man yeah angrily when he noticed his statue to be missing. He left with more than a little satisfaction.
A/Note; Please check out my yahoo group, it's dedicated to original fiction, though fanfiction is accepted, I drew the picture in celebration of Halloween myself! ^_^; though I had to do it in paintbrush because my scanner is being evil. lol, well, all peoples are welcome! Thanks!