Isis walked into the new restaurant, The Egyptian Café. She had heard great things about it from a couple of girls who worked at the museum. Bakura following behind her every step of the way.
"Have you ever eaten here before?" She asked him in a slightly better mood than she had been in when they first began.
"Nuh uh." His very intelligent reply was.
A waiter dressed in ancient Egyptian type robes came up to them to show them to their seat. After they were seated, Isis and Bakura picked up their menus and looked through the different foods. They had food from Egypt, Greece, and Rome. Bakura decided on what he wanted and put the menu down.
Isis wondered why she had let him come in the first place, he wasn't the cleanest person around, and he made a habit out of ordering his meat extra rare. As in, cooked for about one minute in it's blood. He didn't even care if it was cooked at all! She had seen him eat, it wasn't pretty.
"What are you going to have Bakura?" She asked, not really interested, but hey, he was there. He didn't reply. "Bakura?" She asked a little louder, but he looked as if he was in a trance, thinking very deeply about something. He was just staring down at the table, completely ignoring her. "Bakura." She said even louder. Since raising Malik she had adopted some parental traits.
"Hm?" He said looking up, it seemed like he only just noticed her.
"Never mind." Isis said, giving up on him.
"What ever..." He replied to her.
Isis and Bakura sat in an uncomfortable silence as they ate. Isis having a pasta dish with a side of fish, and Bakura having a sixteen-ounce T-Bone stake, extra rare. Isis could actually see the blood dripping off of it as he ate, losing her appetite after watching him for a while, she decided that it would be best if she just looked downward at her plate.
After they were finished, they each paid for their own meals, Isis was surprised at first that Bakura would pay for his own, but that didn't mean that she wasn't happy about it, she was low on money as it was. Although, she still had to wonder where he came up with his money, it wasn't like he had a job or anything. Or, did he? Curiosity getting the best of her, Isis asked,
"Bakura?"
"What is it?" He asked, as though answering her question was the worst thing that could do, sounding horribly bored and uninterested.
"Don't mind my asking but, where do you get your money?" She asked it, turning a bit red as she did so, it was a rather blunt question, and usually she didn't ask such things. But, this was Bakura.
"Heh... Where do you think I get it?" He asked with a smirk gracing his features and a playful look in his eyes.
This made her think, did she really want to know? /That can't be good../ She thought, looking at him for a moment before speaking up, "Do you have a job?"
Bakura got a wild looking grin on his face when she said this, and then, he cracked a smile and starting laughing at the notion of him having a job.
Isis merely looked on as her companion broke out into hysterical laughter, and soon, she found herself laughing with him. They walked down the street together for a while, until Bakura, out of no where, grabbed her and pulled her behind a wall, covering her mouth and crouching down.
"Shhh.. Keep quiet and don't move." He said, sounding so dangerous all of a sudden, one minute they were laughing, and the next he grabs her and hides behind a wall? It didn't make much sense to Isis.
"What is it?" She whispered as he took his hand off from over her mouth, still looking around the corner at something.
"Heh, you wanted to know how I make my money? Here it is!" She whispered harshly into her ear. It was then that Isis saw three men that worked for the current ruler of Egypt. Guardsmen. Isis gasped as she realized how he got his money, it really shouldn't have been a surprise, but he stole it.
Bakura grabbed her hand into his own, and pulled her from their current spot. Then, he led her along beside him as he ran in the opposite direction from the guards. It took about three hours before the guards gave up chasing them, at, at least one ime they had gotten a good look at Isis, though she didn't think that they got a good look at Bakura even once. He really was the king of thieves.
After their little run in with the soldiers, Bakura pulled Isis behind him, in the opposite direction of the museum.
"I should.. Really be getting back to the museum." Isis said, it was around five o'clock at that time, and she hadn't been there in hours, her boss would be furious!
"Whatever, I'm not keeping you here." He said, although, he wasn't looking at Isis. Bakura was looking at the beautiful Egyptian sunset. Isis looked up, and noticed the swirling hues of red and orange, with just a tang of light blue and lilac. Truly, a stunning sight.
"Wow." Isis said in awe of the beauty before her.
Bakura and Isis stood at the sight overlooking the desert for a long while before either of them left.
So that's the chapter! Hope you liked it! The next one should be better. I really need ideas! I'm running out! I have the basic plot I'm going for down, but I really have writers block. Please read and review!