Kaya: Thanks to To-think-of-a-nice-name, Monkeyluv4646, Eve-Of-Misery, Kitsune's Grrl, Tormented Innocence, and DaggerGurl666 forreviewing!
Sheekin: Also, To-think-of-a-nice-name, Kaya isn't really much of a Yaoi writer, but she could try to write a Yaoi story during school and see if it is decent.
Kaya: Tormented Innocence, the girl in Bakura's dream was Anzu, but, of course, her past self.
Sanu: Enjoy the fic!
Bakura: (groans from saying this again) Kaya does not own Yu-Gi-Oh because if she did the show would have a lot of lemons in it and yeah…more swearing too.
Kaya: Yup!
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Anzu walked out of the showers in her locker room, rubbing her head with a towel. A few other girls were still in there, washing their hair free of pie crust bits and honey. She combed her hair thoroughly and stuffed the tower in her gym locker. Walking back out with Mai, who was cleaning off a bit of clinging crust to her shirt, she walked into her study hall room and sat down with a book. She had always loved reading and was usually found in the school library after school or during class, reading rapidly, her eyes glued to the words found beyond the pages of the binding. Joey was behind her, doodling with enthusiasm in his notebook, Ryou was looking through his homework, Yami kept on flipping through a newspaper, trying to find a Current Events article, and Bakura seemed to be nodding off in his seat.
Anzu frowned at the tired young man. Does he ever get any sleep at home? I'll have to ask Ryou if he has trouble sleeping…thought Anzu worriedly. Hmm, I've never been so worried about Bakura's health up until this morning. Does it have anything to do with last night?
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Bakura was fatigued. Although his muscles were well-built and he was exceptionally good in P.E., he felt like his legs were going to melt. He had been running earlier on the track for P.E. and he had completed five laps on the track in six minutes and three seconds, the first one in his class to finish. He felt fine, and he wasn't even out of breath. Yet, when he walked into the classroom for the pointless class known as Study Hall, he felt like all he wanted to do was sit down. He nearly fell onto Mrs. Daimori's desk from low stamina. Anzu had not been in the room yet, but now she was peeking at him from behind her book. His heart leapt at the thought of her being worried about him. What in the name of Anubis am I thinking? She's Anzu, Ms. Friendship or Nothing over there, always talking, giggling, and cheering on her little precious Pharaoh. Yet—when she does cheer him on—I feel so…jealous…
Bakura's head gave a painful lurch and he felt his eyes grow even heavier. All he wanted to do was to sleep.
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The man walked down the street, keeping himself cloaked the entire time. His robe was a fine blue color, hiding the blood red one underneath. His linen kilt was a creamy light brown color. His face was covered with a headdress held on with gold chains, as to conceal a scar running down his cheek from his eye. His eyes were like amethyst stones, and his teeth were slightly pointed. He was concealing himself greatly so no one would recognize him as Bakura the King of Thieves.
He had helped a girl a week ago, saving her from an amorous guard. He had not come to the palace to save the girl—but, when he came via the passageway; the girl was in his way, with the guard coming. He had no choice but to retreat. He noticed the girl had stolen fruit from the guard, which he chuckled at. He thought it was gutsy of her to steal from a royal guard at a young age, so he gave her a wild card—something he didn't so often. However, he expected to be thanked for it in some way, as he hadn't been able to steal from the palace like her had hoped.
It was quite early in the morning, with the desert sun beating down upon him overhead. Wearing two robes was making his sweaty, and he wiped his forehead free of the salty substance, only to be replaced by more. The crowd of people was large for the early morning, as usual. Egyptians got up before the sun awoke and slept after the sky was blacker than kohl powder. Bakura paced around, pretending to check out the shops. He knew the girl would be here—she looked poor, and she probably did something for money. This bazaar was the most packed in Memphis, so it was very probably she'd be there.
Finally, after the noon had gone, she appeared from behind a shop. The girl had a look that stunned Bakura greatly. How could she look so beautiful for such a young girl?
Her short brown hair was washed, and her eyes were sparkling in the sunlight, bluer than the Nile. She was wearing a beautiful blue sheath dress with thin straps that went down to her ankles. Bakura assumed it had been stolen. The bottoms of her eyes were lined with kohl powder and a thing layer of red ocher was applied to her lips.
She scuttled across the bazaar, with Bakura following close behind, until she reached a boulder. A few children went up to her, cheering for her. "Yay, Téana is here!" "Tell us another one of your stories, Téana!" "Please make it a funny one, Téana!"
Bakura grinned. Téana…that's her name.
Téana smiled and nodded. "Of course. We finished the story of the woodpecker last time, so this time I thought we could do a story about a Heroine named Layla. She said, and the children cheered again. She silenced them with a finger to her lips and began to tell the story.
It was amazing. She was very detailed in her descriptions of the characters and setting, and she even used hand language and other movements to give visual reference to the children. Bakura wasn't a sucker for stories, but he listened anyway, mesmerized by her creativity. A woman with that much imagination you didn't see much. She cut off at one point when she saw the children's mothers coming to fetch them. They smiled and handed her some coins. It seemed she took care of the children while the mothers were busy. That was her living. She walked off, disappearing behind the boulder. Bakura followed, still in awe.
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Bakura eventually came to a back alley. He noticed Téana enter through a door in what seemed to be a sandstone hut. He peered carefully in the door and noticed her go out a back door. With caution, he entered.
His first impression was that the outside of the hut wasn't anything compared to the inside. As the girl she was, Téana had made the hut as neat and straight as possible. There was a little bed in the corner with a, probably stolen, Egyptian cotton sheet and pillow. In the middle of the hut was a small pit filled with sticks for a fire. Shelves stacked with pots and other kitchen utensils were in the back near the door, next to a wash bin and a table with plates and loincloths piled on it, most likely where she ate. A chest was sitting by her bed, and it had a tiny assortment of toys and what seemed to be the outfit she had been wearing when she had gone to steal the persimmons. A little cat was snoozing in the corner. It had black fur, a white belly and adorable light grey ears.
Bakura barely had time to run out of the house when he saw Téana come in through the back. She was carrying vegetables, so he assumed there was a garden back there. For being poor, she sure has made it well, Bakura thought.
Téana dumped the veggies on the table and turned to the cat, who jumped up and trotted over to the girl. It purred when she stroked it over the head. "Did you miss me, Panya?" she asked.
Ah, so it's a female…why would she call it a name that means mouse? Must be her ears… Bakura thought.
"I made thirteen shekls today," Téana said, pulling out the coins. "I'll be able to buy you some fish soon…and if I have spare time I'll learn to hunt so it will be easier to find food," she said. "The squash, carrots, grapes, kumquats, and pomegranates do not grow all year round!" she said. Panya let out a soft meow as if to agree and Téana giggled, throwing a grape at Panya. Panya tried to grab it with her claws, but because of the oval shape, it rolled out from under her paw and traveled across the floor. Bakura watched with interest as the cat began to slink across the floor extremely cautiously, stalking the grape. After what seem like an hour, she pounced at the grape, managing to puncture the delicate fruit with one of her claws, causing the juice to spurt into the cat's eye. Panya let out a yowl and began to zoom across the room, trying to get the juice of her eye. Téana burst out laughing and Bakura even chuckled slightly.
Finally, Panya was able to eat the grape without worry, and Téana began cook her own dinner. Bakura decided to stop watching her and left the un-paned window, hoping Panya wouldn't catch his scent. He walked down the alley, which had now grown dark with the moon looming overhead. It was a crescent moon, and Bakura decided. He would take Téana when the moon vanished into the shadows of the night. As for now, the only thing vanishing into the shadows was him, as he disappeared down the alley.
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Bakura awoke with a gasp, falling backwards out of his chair. The whole study hall turned to look at him as he got up from the ground, rubbing his head and grumbling. Anzu stood over him, looking down with a puzzled expression. "Bakura, you ok?" she asked. "Yeah," Bakura said, getting up, "I'm fine. Just had a weird dream that's all."
Anzu giggled. "You should be glad sleeping is allowed in study hall. What'd you dream about?" she asked quizzically.
Bakura blinked and went red. He couldn't tell Anzu he dreamed about her, no, she would take it the wrong way. "Just about stuff, no big deal, it was stupid anyway," he said, shrugging. By the look on Anzu's face, he had pulled it off.
"Oh, ok. I was just worried, that's all," she said, smiling with her eyes closed.
Wow, I really like it when she smiles like that…what are you saying Bakura? Snap out of it! No more thinking or dreaming about Anzu, or Téana or whoever! He thought.
The bell rang, and as the class began to leave, Bakura noticed Yami giving him a death glare, holding what had once been a newspaper. Joey stared at the shredded paper, confused. "Uh, Yami, what's with confetti central over there?" he asked, pointing to the paper. Yami threw it away in the bin, his teeth gritted. "Oh, nothing Joey, just accidentally ripped," he said, storming past the blonde.
"Geez, he seems to be demolishing a lot of things today," Anzu said. "I wonder why?"
Bakura merely shrugged, but couldn't suppress his grin of victory. Hahah, another victory for me! Sorry Pharaoh, maybe next time! What can I say, I am a Thief King, and of course I'm going to be good with the ladies!
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A lone figure stood at the port of Domino, deep violet eyes staring at the biggest gaming city in Japan. His white-blonde hair rippled in the breeze. "Well, it's been a while, Domino."
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Bakura: Oh yeah, take that Yami! I rule!
Anzu: Why is he dreaming about me?
Sheekin: Sorry, but I am not allowed to say.
Kaya: Anyway, hope that was long enough! I tried to make the dream a bit more interesting! Oh, and for those wanting to see some action, don't worry, it's coming!
Sanu: Who could be that person at the end of the fic?
Kaya: Well I do not know, I wonder who it is (winks)
Sanu: Here's some more Egyptian History for you!
Kohl powder – a black powder that was used for the eyes, like eyeliner
Ocher – Used to enhance the lips, like lipstick
Sheath Dress – A dress that was pretty much cloth held up by two straps. Sometimes they were made so that they wouldn't cover a woman's breasts. Back then, a woman walking around with her breasts showing wasn't considered appalling.
Bakura: Why can't Téana wear one of those dresses?
Kaya: -.- Because I'm just not doing that.
Bakura: Damn you to Anubis!
Kaya: O.O No thank you! I've seen the movie and boy is he ugly!
Sanu: Technically he has the head of a jackal.
Kaya: Yeah, but this is Yu-Gi-Oh! So screw logic!
Sheekin: (sighs) Rate and Review please!