Desert Nights: Two Deserts Combined

Chapter One: The Worlds Greatest Thieves

Listen as I spin a tale of romance, death and ultimate retribution. The tale begins with two mischievous Thieves that found love in spite of their cold personalities. Both were thieves by trade, but lovers by choice. Their time was five thousand years ago in the hot deserts of Egypt. Together they raided many tombs of pharaohs past and rode across the desert like it was their own. That is until one night everything that could go wrong on a thieves mission did and the two were ultimately caught. But that comes later in this tale, no we will begin when the two are at their peaks...

"Ah, thieves! Stop! Thieves!" a portly man shouted chasing two people who had just robbed the tomb near his village.

Quickly the thieves untied the two horses they had waiting for them and climbed on. Then they turned to the peasant man chasing them. He froze for a moment as the masked thieves turned to him and all courage drained from his body, replaced by fear now showing as the color drained from his face. He turned quickly and began running away when their horses reared up and then came after him, now turning the tables of this game of cat and mouse. One thief dressed in black cut him off before he could reach the safety of his village; the other came up behind him and pressed a sword to his throat when he turned to face him looking for a way out. The sword shone in the full moon's light revealing an inscription written in ancient Egyptian.

"From the fiery pits of the underworld, born of the flames and the blood of the innocent, it comes the Darkest Angel," the man read aloud.

"That's right fool, this night you have witnessed a robbery by the worlds greatest thieves," the thief behind him said, removing the turban from his face.

The thief shook out his shoulder length white hair. The peasant man shook with fear and fell to his knees still staring at the one who still had the sword to his neck. The horses whinnied and pawed the ground impatiently. The white haired man let out a small chuckle and steady his bay stallion.

"You should feel lucky my partner hasn't spilled your blood across the sands," the white haired man said darkly.

The thief with the sword was wearing a deep blood red cloak that hid her body and another piece covered her face, save for her silver grey eyes. The peasant locked eyes with her and it felt as though she could read into his very heart and soul. She stared at him for a few moments more before she removed her sword and put it away.
"Fool listen hard and listen good, you may consider your life spared," she said pulling off the cloth that hid her face and throwing back the hood of the cloak.

Her long black hair was left down and a headdress wrapped around her forehead. There were small diamonds in a curve above the eye of Horus. Her lush red lips curved into a sadistic smile, but it didn't reach her cold eyes that were still burning into the poor man.

"But on one condition, you must run and tell everyone at your village what you just saw and how you just barely escaped the cold confines of death," she said sensually.

He nodded dumbly as if he was hypnotized by her voice that sounded like the rain, cool and refreshing to his ears yet she spoke with such grace and dignity he could have swore she was royalty. She blew him a kiss before throwing him a black rose as her and her partner rode off into the desert.

They rode across the desert, over the sand dunes and into the dry valley. Once they were deep into the vast dangerous territory of Damian's Field, they came upon a small crevasse. The edge of the crevase was jagged and hidden by the sand making it almost impossible to see unless you knew it was there which the two thieves did so they stopped just before the edge and climbed off the horses.

"We did pretty good, huh, Bakura?" the woman asked turning to him with the reins still in her hand.

"Not bad, but we could have done better," replied Bakura with a shrug.

"Oh, really?" she asked mischievously, walking up to him letting go of the reins to her horse. "Then why don't we go for bigger stakes next time?"

"Like what? What are you thinking, Sahara?" he asked eying her suspiciously.

"Well," she replied placing her arms around over his neck, "why don't we rial up the boys and rob the tomb of Pharaoh Kairoh?"

"Hm, sounds like fun," he said thoughtfully.

"Of course, all my ideas are fun," she smiled and kissed him on the lips, "Now I'm going to do the rallying."

Bakura watched as she led her brown and white paint horse down the path to the caves below. She had long since thrown open her red travelers cloak revealing her outfit that looked like a palace dancers garb. Her black skirt brushed the tops of her feet but was see through showing the red decorative undergarment while hanging loosely around her waist was a gold belt that held her sword at the side of her hip. Her red top was tied around her neck and middle and covered her relatively large breasts while around the edge of top was more see through black fabric that covered her flat stomach loosely until it reached her belly button that was pierced with a gold ring with a crimson red ruby attached. At the top in the ball was a diamond and from the bottom three strands of gold that had three stars at the end. Bakura followed her into a large cave deep inside the earth where at least fifteen men were seated around a small fire.

"Hello boys," Sahara said coolly causing all the men to look at her surprisedly.

"Hey Sahara, Bakura, you're back!" one of the men with a gray turban on his head exclaimed and a few of the others let out cheers.

"Where did you go this time you two?" another man with two tattooed lines above his right eye.

"Across Egypt and back," Sahara laughed leading her horse to the others on one side of the cave.

A few of the men let out a few chuckles while she removed her pack off of the tired horse and set it to the side. There was no saddle because both her and Bakura rode bareback. Bakura did the same as her and then they sat down in the firelight. Bakura sat on a flat rock and Sahara sat between his legs on the ground resting her arms on his thighs. She leaned back on him and a few men shot him jealous looks and he just smirked and let her grab one of his hands and hold it.

"We have a small proposition for you," Bakura said.

"Yes, and were going for the highest stakes this time," Sahara added.

"What do you mean?" the man on their right asked picking his teeth with a small bone.

"Were going to rob the tomb of the Pharaoh Kairoh," Sahara answered resting her head against Bakura's arm.

"WHAT?" all of the men questioned.

"She meant what she said. We're riding out at sunset tomorrow," Bakura replied calmly.

"B-but that has got to be one of the most guarded tomb's in all of Egypt! It's perpetual suicide!" one man protested, standing up from the other side of the fire.

"So? That's why it will be so fun to rob it clean!" Sahara said.

"And if it's the most guarded tomb in Egypt then it must also be the richest," Bakura added.

The men thought on that for a moment. They all knew that Prince Yami would not waste guards on the Pharaoh's tomb if there were not great riches within, but the tomb is also that of his father's so maybe he would. While they were toying with that thought Sahara stood pulling Bakura with her to walk to a passage way near where the horses were kept.
"We'll give you until sunset tomorrow to decide," Bakura said before turning and following Sahara down the passage way.

There was only a light at the end of the passage to lead them, because otherwise it was completely dark. When they reached the end there was another cave, but it wasn't quite as large as the first. Inside was a bed made out of furs and covered in silk with comfortable pillows piled high on it. Over on the left of the passage opening was a place where the wall sloped in and came out to enclose a natural spring. Sahara let go of Bakura's hand before walking over to the spring while he went to the bed and fell face forward onto the pillows exhausted. He heard her undress and slip into the pool. When he looked over to her, she had his back to him and was letting her midnight black and sliver white tresses down. Her lower half was hidden by the water and her hair carefully skirted the waters surface.

"You're still tense," he said noticing the stiffness of her shoulders.

She laughed softly, "I'm always tense after a hit, Bakura, you know that."

"Yes, but you shouldn't get so worked up," he replied walking up behind her.

"That's about like telling a bird not to sing. It is something I cannot help," she said as he began rubbing the tenseness out of her shoulders.

Sahara sighed softly and slowly began relaxing. It was something rare for her to let her defenses down, but Bakura had his ways of getting her to when it was just the two of them. It was practically the same way for him too. It was only then did they really open up to each other and that's how Bakura found out about her past as a slave. He still had yet to open to her as fully as she had him, but she respected that he would tell her when he was ready to tell her anything and it would be only then.

"Sometimes I wish I had never began stealing, that I had remained just another slave girl in the palace. I sometimes miss getting to dance," she said softly.

"Yes, but what fun would it be to stay at the palace?" he chuckled.

"Gods, it would be no fun at all!" she laughed with him. "That's why I'm glad I became a thief, because I met you."

He stopped his massage and she turned to face him. He wrapped his arms around her and she put her arms around his neck and they kissed passionately. His tongue traced her lips seeking entrance and she opened her mouth allowing him in. They let their tongue's duel for a moment before they both broke off for air.

"What do you say then after this, we give it all up and runaway after this hit? We go to a place where they've never heard of us and we settle down, starting our lives all over," Bakura asked excitedly.
"Really? Would we be able to do that?" she asked in disbelief.

"Why not? Who could stop us?" he replied. "Would you be willing to do that together, with me?"

"Yes! Gods yes, I want to!" she laughed and kissed him again. "I love you, Bakura, I would do anything for you."

He smirked and pulled her out of the water, carrying her to the bed bridal style. He laid her down in the center of the bed and pulled off his shirt before climbing in bed with her. He leaned over her on his hands and knees. They kissed passionately again and when they broke he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Prove it," he challenged his hot breath cascading over her ear.

"Is that a challenge?" she asked huskily, reaching down to undo his pants.

"Only if you make it one, love," he smirked back.

As the night faded the two were lost in their own passion. For them, it seemed as if all time had stopped and the two lovers were lost in their own world.

All right so that was the first chapter of my first fanfic and since I'm new to this I guess I'll tell you something right now:

You will not see me ever ask for you to review.

I figure, if you like the story you'll review and if you didn't then well that's tough luck, because I'm going to write anyway. Oh, and flame all you want because it won't bother me a bit (if anything I'll have fun laughing my ass off at you). Thanks for taking the time to read my story and you'll see more Yu-Gi-Oh characters next chapter, but this fic will mostly center around Bakura, my OC, and another couple which you'll see later.

Ja-Ne!

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