Desert Nights: Two Deserts Combined
Chapter Three: Strange Meetings
Seto smiled at the sleeping form in front of him. He sighed wishing that there was someway they could be together, but due to the ancient scriptures, they couldn't. He reached out and grabbed her hand; taking it gently in his. Kalahari stirred in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes to see Seto standing above her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked softly, but smiling all the same.
"We're supposed to meet mutt-face and monkey-boy at dawn. You need to get up and make ready to leave," Seto replied.
Kalahari nodded and threw her sheets off and stepped over to her chest that her mother had left her when she passed away. Seto sat down in a chair that was next to her bed and watched her pull out something black and then go behind what she once told him was called a shoji screen. The sun had not yet risen, so the moon's light was the only thing to see by in the medium sized room.
"Does anyone know you're here?" Kalahari asked, throwing her nightgown the top of the screen.
"Of course not, no one saw me come in," Seto replied cooly, looking at everything else that adorned her room.
Her bed was in the center of the wall farthest from the door and the shoji screen was in the corner left of the bed, beside Seto's chair. At the foot of her canopy bed was a small table the same height of the bed, and on the table was a miniature tree (bonsai) that looked very well kept after. As his eyes roamed he could spot things that were clearly left behind by Kalahari's parents, including a small scroll covered in strange markings with two incense sticks halfway burnt down in front of it. The chest also was covered in strange markings similar to the ones on the scroll except they were painted with gold and stood out on the red suface.
"Good I think Yami is already suspicions, we don't need any other nobles breathing down our necks," Kalahari said annoyed.
She came out from behind the screen fully dressed in a ninja's uniform. It was black and skin tight, the top looked like a short sleeve shirt with netting coming down in a V shape coming down to her belly-button. The bottoms were just like a pair of black skin tight shorts with more netting connecting the sides. A black leather belt was loosely tied around her hips with her sword tied to it, along with a few other small throwing blades and a small pouch held some throwing stars.
"Do you even know how to use all that?" Seto asked.
"Of course, I've been training with all this since I was four years-old. My father was a Ninja in the royal Chinese guard and since he didn't have a son, he passed all the traits of his profession onto me," Kalahari replied as they walked out of her room.
She turned and lock the door behind her and hid the key behind a loose brick beside her door before they began walking down the dark hallway. Seto remembered she had told him once that the reason her father had come here was to represent China in a conference, but had stayed and then Kalahari began studying the gods and became a priestess.
Sahara awoke slowly, still in the arms of Bakura. There was a small hole in the ceiling of the cave on the other side letting in the early morning light.
"Bakura, it's time to get up," Sahara said rubbing Bakura's arm to wake him.
"What for it's still daylight?," he groaned and then yawned.
He wrapped his arms closer around her body and snuggled his head into the curve of her shoulder. She chuckled softly and began playing with his hair.
"All right, I guess I can go into town alone," she said dismally and he tightened his hold on her when she tried to move.
"Why do you need to go into that bloody place for?" Bakura asked nibbing at her earlobe playfully.
"We need supplies and I want to do a little shopping of my own," she giggled.
He rolled over and settled himself gently on her. Then he began placing kisses down her neck.
"Well are you going to let me up or are we going to lay here all day?" Sahara asked.
"Your staying here," Bakura growled, going back to play with her earlobe.
"So we're going to sleep all day?" she asked quizzically.
He looked up at her, "Now I never said anything about sleeping," he smiled mischievously.
She laughed and pushed him off her and then walked over to get dressed.
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Jounichi yelled.
Seto only smirked knowing he was really starting to tick the blonde young man off. Kalahari merely rolled her eyes and petted the muzzle of her white Arabian mare. She had put on dark brown dress over her uniform and another matching cloth over her blonde hair. Her belt was now on the outside of the dress, still holding her sword. Honda was leading out what would be Seto's horse, a midnight black Friesian. Honda glared as he handed the reins over to the still smirking Seto, while Jounichi was still fuming.
"Seto quit teasing the poor puppy, before he hurts himself," Sahara said flatly, getting onto her horse.
"Yeah, what she said!" Jounichi smirked before he realized what she said. "Wait, what?"
"Look, nobody is any sort of animal here other than the horses," Honda sighed playing the ref like usual.
"And that's coming from a monkey? You really should get you facts straight Honda," Seto taunted further, getting on his horse.
"Wow, Seto you can still understand him? Because all I can hear are grunts and barks," Kalahari added looking at Seto.
"GRR, you two!" Jounichi growled angrily.
"The sooner you two are gone the better! Prince Yami said to tell you that you can start at the west town and listen around there for information and from there you can also buy supplies. Now just get out of here!" Honda said, slapping the rear of the horse Kalahari was riding.
The horse took off with a jump and with one last smug smile Seto took off after her.
"Now aren't you glad you came?" Sahara asked as Bakura followed her through the crowds of the busy town.
She had dressed in a cream dress and her black hair was put into a bun high on her head, but she still wore her head dress. She hated wearing shoes and so never wore them. Bakura was just wearing a pair of white cotton pants and a matching white shirt with a dark brown vest. His unruly hair was brushed and pulled back into a low pony tail. He only grunted in a reply, carefully keeping an eye out for royal guards or other people of the law that might recognize them. Sahara wasn't watching where she was going and walked right into a large wealthy looking man and it knocked her over, but Bakura caught her before she hit the ground. The man glared down at her.
"Watch where your going wench," the man snarled.
"Well, excuse me!" Sahara replied sarcastically grabbing Bakura's hand and walking away, quickly disappearing in the crowd.
When Sahara knew they were safe she pulled out a medium sized purse that she had swiped off the man. Bakura smirked and shook his head as she opened it to see what was inside.
"Hmph, he must have already done his shopping earlier. There's only three gold coins and ten blood rubies!" Sahara said disappointedly.
"I thought you dragged us out of bed to do your shopping not practice your reflexes," Bakura said annoyed.
"I did, but you don't really expect me to spend my own money, now do you?" she asked innocently.
She had just tied the purse securely around the brown leather belt around her waist when they heard a woman's scream and a weird looking man running right past them, followed by a young woman that pushed Sahara out of her way. Sahara fell into Bakura's arms once again.
"What was that about?" Bakura wondered aloud as another young man rushed past them running after the young woman.
"That bitch cut me!" Sahara growled and took off running after the other three.
Sure enough there was a nice sized cut on Sahara's left arm so she tore off a shred of her dress and tied it around the cut as she ran.
A few moments earlier...
"So what kind of rumors are we looking for anyway?" Kalahari asked bored.
"Any that could tell us of where the thieves are hiding," Seto replied equally as bored.
It hadn't took them long to reach the western town and they had been walking around for a while. There were many shops and sights in the large city, but Seto didn't really look because he was too annoyed with being surrounded by commoners. It was so beneath him.
"A pretty lady such as yourself shouldn't be troubled with carrying a sword," a weird man whispered to Kalahari, as he cut her sword loose and began to run away with it.
Kalahari reacted quickly and threw one of her blades at him coming mere centimeters away from hitting his head. A pudgy woman screamed as it hit one of the watermelons she was trying to sell. It didn't slow the thief down any as he made off with her sword. She growled and pulled out another blade before running after him. She chased after him weaving through the crowd pushing past at least three people effectivally knocking two to the ground and one into another person. Seto was chasing after her and slowly catching up with her, while another woman had started in the chase for why they didn't know, but she was fast and catching up quick. The thief rounded a corner and Sahara slid around it, almost falling. Just as the thief was about to reach a horse post, where several horses were tied up and make his getaway, a young man with white hair slid underneath him knocking him to the ground. The sword flew out of his hands and into the air and Sahara snatched it. She then hit the thief over the head with the shealth and drew it out at the same time and had it pointed at Bakura's neck in a split second.
"I could easily kill you right now," Kalahari said coldly.
The woman that had began running after them shoved Seto to the gound and unshealthed her own sword, that had been hidden in her dress. As quickly as Kalahari had to blink she had the sword pointed at her neck.
"You would be dead before the you could strick," the woman said just as coldly. "Withdraw your weapon."
Seto stood back up and watched as Kalahari slowly reshealthed her weapon and the woman then reshealth hers. The man with white hair stood back up as well and the people that had been watching them resumed what they were doing but some felt the need to apraise and ask qeustions and began swarming around the four. Sahara let out an angry growl and grabbed Kalahari's arm and dragged her off while Bakura just motioned for Seto to follow. They made it out of the crowd of people and down into an empty rundown alley way. Sahara shoved Kalahari into a wall causing her to let out a small yelp when she knocked her head against the brick wall.
"Just who the hell do you think you are? Have you really gotten that stupid, to let someone take something off of you? I thought you were taught better Kalahari!" Sahara questioned angirly.
Kalahari made a move to get away from the wall but was stopped when Sahara punched the wall beside her head. Seto took a step towards them, but Bakura stoped him knowing Sahara wouldn't actually hurt the young woman. Kalahari met Sahara's heated glare unflinchingly and defiantly.
"Who are you and how the hell do you know me?" Kalahari asked heatedly.
"Damn, you really have gone soft up there in that pretty palace, you really don't remember who I am do you?" Sahara scoffed putting her arm down.
"I left the palace years ago!" Kalahari almost yelled, cringing at how easy it was to lie.
"Just who are you people and what do you want?" Seto asked curiously.
Bakura looked at him and smirked, while Sahara never took her eyes off of Kalahari. Kalahari in the other hand was studying Bakura and gasped when she realized who he was. His hair had fallen out of the band that was holding it back and was back to it's unruly state.
"I see you've reconized my partner there, Lahari" Sahara said cooly.
"Partner? Then that would mean your The Darkest Angel!" Kalahari exclaimed looking back at Sahara who only smiled.
"Then you're Bakura I presume?" Seto asked Bakura.
"If you really think I am then, yes," Bakura replied calmly.
"Wait, Lahari? There's only been one person to call me that other than my father, but you couldn't be... Sahara?" Kalahari asked.
"Took you long enough," Sahara laughed and Kalahari jumped and gave her a big hug while the two men watched a little confused.
Sorry but I've got to end it there. It's like three in the morning while I'm typing this and I need my sleep so I can start on chapter four later today. Now you should kind of get my title because the Sahara and the Kalahari are both large deserts in Africa. Well I got to get to bed so Ja-ne!
Spiritual Destiny
Chapter Three: Strange Meetings
Seto smiled at the sleeping form in front of him. He sighed wishing that there was someway they could be together, but due to the ancient scriptures, they couldn't. He reached out and grabbed her hand; taking it gently in his. Kalahari stirred in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes to see Seto standing above her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked softly, but smiling all the same.
"We're supposed to meet mutt-face and monkey-boy at dawn. You need to get up and make ready to leave," Seto replied.
Kalahari nodded and threw her sheets off and stepped over to her chest that her mother had left her when she passed away. Seto sat down in a chair that was next to her bed and watched her pull out something black and then go behind what she once told him was called a shoji screen. The sun had not yet risen, so the moon's light was the only thing to see by in the medium sized room.
"Does anyone know you're here?" Kalahari asked, throwing her nightgown the top of the screen.
"Of course not, no one saw me come in," Seto replied cooly, looking at everything else that adorned her room.
Her bed was in the center of the wall farthest from the door and the shoji screen was in the corner left of the bed, beside Seto's chair. At the foot of her canopy bed was a small table the same height of the bed, and on the table was a miniature tree (bonsai) that looked very well kept after. As his eyes roamed he could spot things that were clearly left behind by Kalahari's parents, including a small scroll covered in strange markings with two incense sticks halfway burnt down in front of it. The chest also was covered in strange markings similar to the ones on the scroll except they were painted with gold and stood out on the red suface.
"Good I think Yami is already suspicions, we don't need any other nobles breathing down our necks," Kalahari said annoyed.
She came out from behind the screen fully dressed in a ninja's uniform. It was black and skin tight, the top looked like a short sleeve shirt with netting coming down in a V shape coming down to her belly-button. The bottoms were just like a pair of black skin tight shorts with more netting connecting the sides. A black leather belt was loosely tied around her hips with her sword tied to it, along with a few other small throwing blades and a small pouch held some throwing stars.
"Do you even know how to use all that?" Seto asked.
"Of course, I've been training with all this since I was four years-old. My father was a Ninja in the royal Chinese guard and since he didn't have a son, he passed all the traits of his profession onto me," Kalahari replied as they walked out of her room.
She turned and lock the door behind her and hid the key behind a loose brick beside her door before they began walking down the dark hallway. Seto remembered she had told him once that the reason her father had come here was to represent China in a conference, but had stayed and then Kalahari began studying the gods and became a priestess.
Sahara awoke slowly, still in the arms of Bakura. There was a small hole in the ceiling of the cave on the other side letting in the early morning light.
"Bakura, it's time to get up," Sahara said rubbing Bakura's arm to wake him.
"What for it's still daylight?," he groaned and then yawned.
He wrapped his arms closer around her body and snuggled his head into the curve of her shoulder. She chuckled softly and began playing with his hair.
"All right, I guess I can go into town alone," she said dismally and he tightened his hold on her when she tried to move.
"Why do you need to go into that bloody place for?" Bakura asked nibbing at her earlobe playfully.
"We need supplies and I want to do a little shopping of my own," she giggled.
He rolled over and settled himself gently on her. Then he began placing kisses down her neck.
"Well are you going to let me up or are we going to lay here all day?" Sahara asked.
"Your staying here," Bakura growled, going back to play with her earlobe.
"So we're going to sleep all day?" she asked quizzically.
He looked up at her, "Now I never said anything about sleeping," he smiled mischievously.
She laughed and pushed him off her and then walked over to get dressed.
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Jounichi yelled.
Seto only smirked knowing he was really starting to tick the blonde young man off. Kalahari merely rolled her eyes and petted the muzzle of her white Arabian mare. She had put on dark brown dress over her uniform and another matching cloth over her blonde hair. Her belt was now on the outside of the dress, still holding her sword. Honda was leading out what would be Seto's horse, a midnight black Friesian. Honda glared as he handed the reins over to the still smirking Seto, while Jounichi was still fuming.
"Seto quit teasing the poor puppy, before he hurts himself," Sahara said flatly, getting onto her horse.
"Yeah, what she said!" Jounichi smirked before he realized what she said. "Wait, what?"
"Look, nobody is any sort of animal here other than the horses," Honda sighed playing the ref like usual.
"And that's coming from a monkey? You really should get you facts straight Honda," Seto taunted further, getting on his horse.
"Wow, Seto you can still understand him? Because all I can hear are grunts and barks," Kalahari added looking at Seto.
"GRR, you two!" Jounichi growled angrily.
"The sooner you two are gone the better! Prince Yami said to tell you that you can start at the west town and listen around there for information and from there you can also buy supplies. Now just get out of here!" Honda said, slapping the rear of the horse Kalahari was riding.
The horse took off with a jump and with one last smug smile Seto took off after her.
"Now aren't you glad you came?" Sahara asked as Bakura followed her through the crowds of the busy town.
She had dressed in a cream dress and her black hair was put into a bun high on her head, but she still wore her head dress. She hated wearing shoes and so never wore them. Bakura was just wearing a pair of white cotton pants and a matching white shirt with a dark brown vest. His unruly hair was brushed and pulled back into a low pony tail. He only grunted in a reply, carefully keeping an eye out for royal guards or other people of the law that might recognize them. Sahara wasn't watching where she was going and walked right into a large wealthy looking man and it knocked her over, but Bakura caught her before she hit the ground. The man glared down at her.
"Watch where your going wench," the man snarled.
"Well, excuse me!" Sahara replied sarcastically grabbing Bakura's hand and walking away, quickly disappearing in the crowd.
When Sahara knew they were safe she pulled out a medium sized purse that she had swiped off the man. Bakura smirked and shook his head as she opened it to see what was inside.
"Hmph, he must have already done his shopping earlier. There's only three gold coins and ten blood rubies!" Sahara said disappointedly.
"I thought you dragged us out of bed to do your shopping not practice your reflexes," Bakura said annoyed.
"I did, but you don't really expect me to spend my own money, now do you?" she asked innocently.
She had just tied the purse securely around the brown leather belt around her waist when they heard a woman's scream and a weird looking man running right past them, followed by a young woman that pushed Sahara out of her way. Sahara fell into Bakura's arms once again.
"What was that about?" Bakura wondered aloud as another young man rushed past them running after the young woman.
"That bitch cut me!" Sahara growled and took off running after the other three.
Sure enough there was a nice sized cut on Sahara's left arm so she tore off a shred of her dress and tied it around the cut as she ran.
A few moments earlier...
"So what kind of rumors are we looking for anyway?" Kalahari asked bored.
"Any that could tell us of where the thieves are hiding," Seto replied equally as bored.
It hadn't took them long to reach the western town and they had been walking around for a while. There were many shops and sights in the large city, but Seto didn't really look because he was too annoyed with being surrounded by commoners. It was so beneath him.
"A pretty lady such as yourself shouldn't be troubled with carrying a sword," a weird man whispered to Kalahari, as he cut her sword loose and began to run away with it.
Kalahari reacted quickly and threw one of her blades at him coming mere centimeters away from hitting his head. A pudgy woman screamed as it hit one of the watermelons she was trying to sell. It didn't slow the thief down any as he made off with her sword. She growled and pulled out another blade before running after him. She chased after him weaving through the crowd pushing past at least three people effectivally knocking two to the ground and one into another person. Seto was chasing after her and slowly catching up with her, while another woman had started in the chase for why they didn't know, but she was fast and catching up quick. The thief rounded a corner and Sahara slid around it, almost falling. Just as the thief was about to reach a horse post, where several horses were tied up and make his getaway, a young man with white hair slid underneath him knocking him to the ground. The sword flew out of his hands and into the air and Sahara snatched it. She then hit the thief over the head with the shealth and drew it out at the same time and had it pointed at Bakura's neck in a split second.
"I could easily kill you right now," Kalahari said coldly.
The woman that had began running after them shoved Seto to the gound and unshealthed her own sword, that had been hidden in her dress. As quickly as Kalahari had to blink she had the sword pointed at her neck.
"You would be dead before the you could strick," the woman said just as coldly. "Withdraw your weapon."
Seto stood back up and watched as Kalahari slowly reshealthed her weapon and the woman then reshealth hers. The man with white hair stood back up as well and the people that had been watching them resumed what they were doing but some felt the need to apraise and ask qeustions and began swarming around the four. Sahara let out an angry growl and grabbed Kalahari's arm and dragged her off while Bakura just motioned for Seto to follow. They made it out of the crowd of people and down into an empty rundown alley way. Sahara shoved Kalahari into a wall causing her to let out a small yelp when she knocked her head against the brick wall.
"Just who the hell do you think you are? Have you really gotten that stupid, to let someone take something off of you? I thought you were taught better Kalahari!" Sahara questioned angirly.
Kalahari made a move to get away from the wall but was stopped when Sahara punched the wall beside her head. Seto took a step towards them, but Bakura stoped him knowing Sahara wouldn't actually hurt the young woman. Kalahari met Sahara's heated glare unflinchingly and defiantly.
"Who are you and how the hell do you know me?" Kalahari asked heatedly.
"Damn, you really have gone soft up there in that pretty palace, you really don't remember who I am do you?" Sahara scoffed putting her arm down.
"I left the palace years ago!" Kalahari almost yelled, cringing at how easy it was to lie.
"Just who are you people and what do you want?" Seto asked curiously.
Bakura looked at him and smirked, while Sahara never took her eyes off of Kalahari. Kalahari in the other hand was studying Bakura and gasped when she realized who he was. His hair had fallen out of the band that was holding it back and was back to it's unruly state.
"I see you've reconized my partner there, Lahari" Sahara said cooly.
"Partner? Then that would mean your The Darkest Angel!" Kalahari exclaimed looking back at Sahara who only smiled.
"Then you're Bakura I presume?" Seto asked Bakura.
"If you really think I am then, yes," Bakura replied calmly.
"Wait, Lahari? There's only been one person to call me that other than my father, but you couldn't be... Sahara?" Kalahari asked.
"Took you long enough," Sahara laughed and Kalahari jumped and gave her a big hug while the two men watched a little confused.
Sorry but I've got to end it there. It's like three in the morning while I'm typing this and I need my sleep so I can start on chapter four later today. Now you should kind of get my title because the Sahara and the Kalahari are both large deserts in Africa. Well I got to get to bed so Ja-ne!
Spiritual Destiny