Chapter two! Yay!

Chapter Two:

"So, why don't you tell me what you do want?" Isis said aggravated and tired of arguing with the thief. She wouldn't have even been in this mess in the first place if someone else could translate the hieroglyphics, but no, they had to be difficult and confusing. Just like the tomb robber.

When she looked up, she was sure she had said the wrong thing though; he was smirking like the cat that got the canary. Ask him what he wants Isis, brilliant.

"What?" She asked as he smirked down at her.

"What I want?.. Hmm.." He said as he thought about it, What I want?.... No ones ever asked me that before....., I could say the sennen items? Even if I do know the truth I still want them.... They're still my people... Of course I could also ask for a few pounds of gold, but, I still don't want the museum to know it was me, I have an image not to mention alias to protect .... I don't need anymore publicity than I already get.... hmmm.. Do I want anything else?

"Well Bakura?" Isis asked getting a bit impatient, "Will you help or not?"

".... I'll help.... But in return..."

Here it comes. She thought a bit nervously.

"You owe me a favor later." He said mischievously.

Isis' jaw practically dropped to the ground. He could ask for anything, and he asks for a favor? Of course, this is a three thousand year old tomb robber, for a favor he could ask for anything....

"Alright Bakura, one favor." Isis agreed as she extended her hand to shake.

Bakura looked at her hand for a moment before he realized what he was supposed to do.

"Kay lets get started." He said, though in a voice that said lets get this over with.

They worked on the tablets for what had seemed like hours. It would have been very simple for Bakura to translate them, if half of one wasn't missing and the paint on both of them wasn't so faded.

Deciding to try and strike up a conversation, Isis said, "Thank you for helping me Bakura."

Gruffly Bakura replied, "Yeah just remember.. You owe me.." Of course it was rather difficult for Bakura to look scary with his hair in a handkerchief, wet knees, and dust on his face and clothes.

Isis giggled.

"What!?" He yelled, still looking something like Cinderella. So she giggled again.

"What!!?" He yelled louder now. Isis now full out laughing.

What the hell is she laughing about!? What's so funny!? Stupid girl laughing hysterically about Cinder-something or other. Dammi! This is really getting on my nerves!

"What the hell is your problem!?" Bakura finally screamed, looking much more menacing and threatening now that he was standing and giving her a full blown glare. Isis finished off laughing and sighed, "I'm sorry Bakura but... Here.." She said handing to him a clean cloth from a pile she had brought earlier for the tablets, "Go to the bathroom and take a break. I have to close the museum." She said standing up and turning around, then on another thought she said, "Oh you do know where it is right?"

"Yeah, yeah..." He said grumbling.

Stupid Isis...He thought as he walked into the bathroom, but when he looked up into the mirror he understood what Isis was laughing at. He had dust and powder on his face and clothes. His hair that he had put back into a handkerchief only added to the look. His shirt and pants were wet as well. He was really a sight to see. How did she avoid looking like this? Her face was a little dusty and she was slightly wet, but that was it. He put the cloth under the running water and then to his face. He also took the handkerchief out of his hair. I probably won't need it anymore, I'm almost done anyway.He thought.

Isis walked to the museum door and thought , I have to lock up. Let's see... it's 8:30. She then flipped the open sign to closed and locked the doors so that no one would try to sneak in. She then went back to the room that the tablets were in. She and Bakura had been working for hours. The second slab was easier than the first and they only had a few lines left to translate. Bakura had done most of the translating anyway. She had only taken notes and cleaned the tablets.

Bakura got back to the room before Isis and finished his work. When Isis walked in, Bakura got up to look at his finished work.

"Thank you for helping me Bakura."

"Yeah... But you still owe me!" He said making sure, that she remembered. He then walked through the museum to the door,without so much as a goodbye, and left.

Isis watched him leave and had one final thought, I just may live to regret this.

So that's chapter two! What do you think? Tell me, and thank you.