If you read the first chapter, thank you!! I will eventually get my bio up (school interrupts all), then you will learn my true nature. Evil laughter

By the way, if you can't tell, I hate the Pharaoh with a passion. Don't like, don't read. Please review if you do read.

I don't own YGO!

High above the desert sands shone a silver disc, the moon at the peak of its monthly cycle. Nefertiti, who had been pacing in her room, took one last look out of her window before exiting her chambers. She was already in her peasants clothes and she had a bag over her shoulder that held a small amount of food, water, and gold; things her brother had insisted on her packing. With a couple cautious glances, she headed deeper into the palace.

Finally she stopped in front of a door at the farthest reaches of the hall. She parted her lips and breathed a prayer. Slowly, Nefertiti opened the door and tip toed into the room. In the bed slept Shadah and around his neck was the Sennen Ankh. Biting her lip she moved to his side. Quickly and nimbly her fingers untied the knot that kept the Item in place. As soon as she remover it, she put it around her own neck and activated its power. A smirk spread across her face that no one else could see and she left the room.

At the entrance to the palace stood Seth, taking guard for the night to make sure his sister made it out safely. Once she made it that far and saw him, she paused then remembered she was invisible. She walked over to him and touched his arm, causing him to jump.

"It's me Seth. I just wanted to thank you again before I left. I will try to come back, I promise you that."

"Stay out of trouble, and once again, good luck."

"Good-bye brother." With those final words, she left him.

Nefertiti halted in front of a large, tavern-like structure on the outskirts of town and walked in. About half-way in, she realized she was still under the Ankh's spell. With a mental laugh, she willed it away. The man behind the bar, the only one in the building, started, his lavender eyes widened.

"Dear Ra Nefertiti! Are you trying to kill me?! How the hell did you do that?!" the blond barkeep exclaimed.

"Where is he?"

"I'll tell you after you answer me."

"I'm not going to explain myself twice, Malik. So, if you tell me his location, we'll both go and I'll explain there."

He shrugged. "I don't know where he went; I haven't seen him since this morning. He hasn't been captured, has he?"

"If he had been, would I be standing here asking where he was?"

"Good point."

The door to the tavern burst open. The two in that direction to see a distressed man who was slowly calming down. He heaved a sigh of relief before joining them. As he sat, he removed the plain headdress that covered his white hair.

"Hey Bakura," she greeted, "What's wrong?"

"The pointers on this damn Ring started glowing and pointing at this building. I thought one of the priests or the Pharaoh had found it. Seeing you was a relief, but it still doesn't make sense. I think Mahado's death fucked it up."

"Oh sorry, it was this." She pulled the Ankh over her head and handed it to him.

"How did you get this?"

"You've rubbed off on me Thief King." Nefertiti smirked. "I stole it from Shadah so I could make my escape."

"So you used its ability to turn one invisible to slip passed everyone."

"That's what you did?!" She nodded. "Damn. Well, I guess that answers my question."

"Did you appear in the middle of the room and scare the shit out of him?"

"Yes."

"I'm not surprised." Malik glared at him, but he was temporarily ignored. "Malik."

"What?" he returned wiping away his glare.

"Do you mind leaving us for the rest of the night?"

"Sure, it's not like you'll relay half of the conversation to me later anyway." Malik jumped the bar and walked up the stairs, leaving them in the candlelight.

"Why did you leave?"

"I just couldn't stay there any more. Seth was the only one who saw me as a human, not power source." She paused for a moment. "As as matter of fact, he knows I left, I had to tell him. He's not one the Pharaoh's side either, and he's helping me by holding on to some of my things so it looks like I wasn't kidnapped."

"I guess I'd be the main suspect after what happened yesterday. Was his death announced?"

"Yes, and Atem believed you killed him. So I told him saw what happened in a vision, but I'm sure it didn't help."

"Of course it didn't. But it doesn't matter as long as he doesn't think you were there."

"He would never think that. According to him, I'm a nice, quiet priestess who follows orders and today, being my first questioning of authority, was a shock to him."

"Pfft. Nice and quiet? That's not how I would describe you."

"I'm sure." Nefertiti picked her pouch off the ground and plopped it on the counter. "There's not much, but take what you want."

He dumped it out, and amongst the provisions were gold amulets, jewels, and at least three handfuls of coins. "Where did you...?"

"I told you, you've rubbed off on me. I went down into the royal vault before I left the palace and took it."

"I'm impressed, but you didn't need to do this."

"It's not like he'll think it was me."

"That wasn't my point."

"Oh, do you think that you'd be accused?"

"Actually, that never crossed my mind. I just don't want you to have to lead this life, you deserve better."

"Why? Because I was chosen by Ra?" He remained silent. "I don't need anything more than I have now."

"I take it you plan on staying then?"

"Yes. And if you don't mind, I'm going to go to bed," she said standing.

"It's fine with me, do as you please. Your room is as you left it."

She smiled. "It must be a mess then. Good night, Bakura."

"'Night."

Upon entering her room, she collapsed on her bed. The excessive use of shadow magic that was associated with the Millennium Ankh had drained her energy. Nefertiti rolled over on to her side, facing away from the door which opened as she closed her eyes. Floorboards creaked as weight moved from one to the next. Soon the same weight was added to the unoccupied side of her bed. A hand lightly touched her arm.

"'Kura not right now, I'm exhausted."

"Now you know how I felt yesterday. Whoever said I wanted anything from you?"

She turned to face him. "When don't you?"

He sighed and closed his smoky purple-gray eyes, defeated. "Are you really that tired?"

"Yes. Can I please sleep?"

"You're so cute when you beg." Bakura leaned over and pressed his lips against hers in a soft yet passionate kiss.

"If you're trying to win me over like that, it's not going to work."

"I figured as much. Go ahead sleep, you'll feel better in the morning."

"Why did you give in?"

"Because I care about you Neph." He stood to leave. "Your needs are more important than my own."

"Wait, I never said you had to go. Sleep in here with me, please."

He laid down beside her and pulled her close, her head rested under his chin. Nefertiti's eyelids lowered slightly, to the point where they were barely open.

"Thank you," she breathed then let sleep take her.

Bakura stayed awake for a little while longer, the many thoughts turning over in his mind distracting him from the effects of the night. His fingers intertwined in her hair, a physical expression of his worry. When he finally accepted weariness that had caused his body to grow heavy, the moon had set and the night was at its darkest.