The Sands of Time

By Ezri07

Note: Bakura's P.O.V. This takes place right after the theft of a millennium item, one month ago from chapter 4.

Chapter Five—Why I Must Do What I Do

I ran away from the tombs, the sacred pyramids of the kings. I ran until my feet ached and my mouth was like the desert around me. I thought I wouldn't make it to my home, but I did…I had to.

I walked into the small house that I called my home. My brother came up to me, smiling. "You're home!" he spoke, "Did you find anything?"

I walked over to a nearby chair and sat down thankfully. "Yes, I found something very special!"

"Did you get anything for me?" my brother asked hopefully.

"It is for you, little brother," I told him. I took a gold ring from my bag and handed it to him.

"WOW!" he gasped. "It must have cost a fortune!" he said unknowingly.

I hesitated, "…Yeah."

I stepped outside into the burning sun and walked over to our water barrel. I took off the lid. I scooped some of the water into my hands and took a drink. I still haven't told him, I thought, when will I tell him?

I walked back into our hut and called for my brother. There was really no need; he was still examining the golden ring. "There is something I need to tell you."

He looked up from the ring. His huge smile faded, "What?"

I paused. I really didn't want to tell him, but I knew that I must. "I-I-there's something I need to tell you about that ring. I-I mean…keep it safe."

He knew that there was something else on my mind, but didn't ask. I was thankful for that.

The next day I went to town to sell most of the treasure I had acquired the day before. I took the money gratefully. I was glad that they believed my story of it being a family heirloom.

One month later…

I knew that the pharaoh and his advisor suspected me as the thief of the Millennium Ring. Their suspicions were correct. I knew that they didn't fall for my trick of making a false one. They didn't know my reason though. They think I steal for extra money and because I enjoy doing it. They are extremely mistaken. I hate stealing; I do it only so that I can have enough money to feed my little brother. Without him I don't think I would be here today. In fact, I know that I wouldn't be here today. My brother is the only family I have left. That is why I must do what I do. That is why I steal.