Millennium: Ankh Udja Seneb to you too! And I'm so excited that you are posting LSTD!!!! when you put it up, can you just be sure that my name is up by it? Thankies Millie!! You're awesome! huggles

yamis grl: Yami… he's a hoot. Glad you liked the chapter even though it was sad!

Caks: Randomness, it rules the world my friend. Read on! bwahaha

Hiei Dragon Girl: Cool! Don't beat yourself up, it's fine. And thanks for reading the chapter, glad you like. YAY!

Jedi Spiderfan: hehe……yeah sorry about that long wait. smiles sheepishly Hope it was worthwhile. And I read your last chapter, it rocked!! And you changed your name again!! Wow….that is talent! lol

Soooooo. Here is the next chapter, sorry for the wait. At least it wasn't as bad as last time right? Or was it? Can't remember…gomen gomen!

Chapter 5 (my little sister's 5!)

A ray of sun seeped through a thick woolen blanket propped up over the sand. Beneath it a pile of clothes shuddered before falling still again. The sunlight, ever so persistent, crept forward until the warm glow covered the entire mound. Suddenly with no warning, the hill of blankets exploded, and a lean figure with spiky hair sprung out, flinging the cover away from him. Crimson eyes surveyed the late afternoon sun that had awoken him angrily, and if it had been possible for him to snatch the sun out of the sky and douse its brilliance, there can be no doubt that he would have done it.

Yami shook the sand out of his hair, flinging the miniscule grains into the air to ride the desert wind. He stretched quickly, reaching up in the direction of the sky. He was very different from the little boy who had laughed and run in the streets eight years ago. Over the years he had grown taller and more menacing, but still retained his old title of "Game King," bestowed upon him it seemed, in a different lifetime.

Time had passed, and Yami's life had changed drastically since his mother was murdered by the pharaoh's order. No longer did he live in the village with the rest of the slaves. In fact he lived with no one at all. Alone in the desert, though not too far from the Nile, that was where he slept and now stood under the flaring star rising higher into the sky. Ruby eyes squinted in the light, unaccustomed to the intensity of its glare, used to the dark and silence of the night. In the shadows he would sneak amongst the houses in the city, meeting secretly with other rebels, willing to risk breaking the pharaoh's laws. Smugglers, thieves, pirates, so many types of people gathered in the safety of the dark, out from under the suns watchful eye and able to commit their crimes in secrecy.

Yami among them never showed his face to anyone. He wore pure black aside from his hair, which he let fly free and wild. Although he knew he could be easily distinguished by it, he made no move to conceal it, almost as though he were whispering "Come and get me," once again.

The thrill, the rush, the danger, the intense scramble of emotions; that was what he lived for. Waiting and watching, unmoving as the light vanished from the air, until waiting was no longer a necessity. An open window, a trellis, it was really no hard task, even an average man could have managed to scale the wall and to break in, but there was one thing that set the man in black apart from the rest of the thieves. Not his eyes, although they haunted the memories of many men, not the fact that he had never been caught, though that in itself was enough to make the others worship him as a god, it was that none of them, had ever heard him speak a single word. All his emotions, all his thoughts and plays, were dealt out through signing, writing, or explicit force.

Some assumed him to be mute, unable to speak and so disregarded it, but there were rumors that defied that assumption. Children would sometimes hear a deep voice ringing in the dark streets during the late hours of the evening and would run, entranced, towards the melodious sound. Racing home to their parents they would tell them of their adventure, and of the black shadow with angular hair they had glimpsed springing catlike out of the alley, taking the song away. But the most extraordinary thing about the young ones, who claimed to have experienced it, was that upon their return, in each hand they clutched a small gold coin.

A rebel, an outcast, a servant of the people and known to them only in a mask.

Yami ran his hands over his face brushing the sleep out of his eyes. Grabbing a canteen he poured some water down his throat, arching his neck as he gulped it down. He felt no guilt in tricking those of power and wealth to give over some of what they had too much of. And although he did not feel particular loyalty to any of the people, Yami did sense a vague similarity connecting all the common citizens. And so he had made it his task to help those, slaves and Egyptians alike, who were truly in need, and those who like him, were lost. Some said he did it because he was a servant of the people, fighting for their rights and well being against the pharaoh's cruel monarchy. But that was not the truth. Reality is never as perfect as your dreams make it. Yami risked his life for them because it was his way of trying over and over again to save his family, and an attempt to block out the hollowness inside eating away his heart.

As he lay back on the hot sand, Yami waited for Ra to retire and for darkness to envelop him. He let his mind wander to all the unpleasant and painful things that he it forced away from when he was alert. The memories of his childhood came back slowly, sinking him into a temporary lull of warmth and happiness. But when he opened his eyes, he was alone, and no one was there to save him from himself.

Yami glanced at the dimming sky unaware of the tears gathered in the corners of his blood red eyes. Suddenly he jumped up and began stuffing his blankets into a large canvas bag, roaring and stamping on the powdery ground when it wouldn't cooperate. (A/N: can you just imagine Yami having a tantrum? ) Frustrated, but having finally wrestled the unwilling cloths into containment, Yami lay down and rested his head on his arms looking out towards the city shining in the last rays of sunlight.

'Seventeen,' he thought to himself, 'is much to young to start risking your life for a bunch of peasants who don't appreciate you.' He remained like that until all traces of light had faded from the sky. Then he pulled from within the troublesome bag, a black cloak and mask. As he wrapped himself inside the ebony material, Yami became nothing but a smudge on the dark horizon.

With a small grin on his face, he tied on the mask, obscuring his whole face except for the crimson eyes. Yami cocked his head lazily but then broke out in an easy run towards the city, anticipation of another challenge singing in his veins.

A smudge on the horizon he might be, but to the people of Thebes, he was a shining star.

Ente: Yeah. Sorry that took so long, and it wasn't even long. ;; uh…….dodges thrown fruit I know I know. I promise for a longer chapter next time, and if you review, I might post it faster!

Bakura: Man. You have to resort to threats?

Yami: It's not threats baka, it's bribary.

Bakura: no.

Yami: yes.

Bakura: No.

Yami: Yes.

Bakura: NO

Yami: YES

Bakura: NO!!!!!!!!!!!

Yami: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ente: WILL YOU BOTH SHUT UP AND IF YOU'RE GOING TO SAY ANYTHING MAKE IT……..what's the word?

Yami: Interesting?

Bakura: Something she's completely incapable of.

Ente: Alright, it's final! Whenever I get around to updating whatever fic I have you in, YOU BOTH ARE GOING DOWN!

Yami&Bakura: Oh goodie.

Ente: .

Yugi: Hey, where am I in this story?

Ente: dies Just please, review and make my day a little easier. Thanks guys, I owe you.