(A/N:Forget everything you thought knew about Yami Bakura's past. Forget the uncaring,angry thief. Sit back,and I'll tell you the truth behind his bitterness to Pharaoh Atemu)

Chapter One

"Just keep running,Child. Don't look back!" Bakare instructed his little sister, Sagira. "I don't think Mother or Father are going to make it." The teen saw Sagira stumble, and part of him wanted to just run away from it. For now, Sagira was his responsibility. "Damn fool, get up!" He growled, even as he ran back to get her. "Stay with me!" He ordered ,as he clutched her tightly. The young girl of six winters was hysterical. "Hush up! They'll catch us!" He hissed,as he tried to muffle her screams with his hand. They ducked into a hiding hole he'd constructed years before. "Please,Sister....sh!!" He tried to be more gentle with her, as he rocked her close to him. Eventually, Sagira cried herself to sleep,clutching at Bakare's ragged shirt. Bakare sighed in relief,but then stiffened, hearing the pharaoh's guard near. "Damn it to Set! He'll have us on a silver platter!" He growled, scooting farther into the hole. He left the loot there at the opening. Despite how badly they needed the gold and silver pieces, he knew it wasn't worth causing his sister to die. He'd have to manage another way.

He continued on, until he came upon their thieves' village, where he was now king. Some king, he though to himself, as he shuffled to their broken down house. I let the guards scare me away from the loot! He shook his head, as he laid Sagira down. Before he could begin to begin to fix a suitable supper for he and Sagira, his friend Beni appeared in the doorway. "What?"

"They were left at the village square.......both of them." Beni reported quietly.

"Damn the Pharaoh!" Bakare cursed, looking over at his sleeping sister. "Put them in the reserves room. We'll take care of it in the morning."

"Alright......Do you need anything?"

"Do I look like I need anything?! Get out!" Bakare flared. "I don't need your pity!"

"I am truly sorry for your loss, my friend." Beni replied calmly, before heading out to do as he would.

"Are they going to visit Ra,Big brother?" Sagira clung to the thief king's hand fearfully.

"Yes, they are." Bakare replied, though he was sure they'd end up elsewhere. He spat sand out of his mouth, cursing. "Keep your mouth closed. There's a sand storm coming." He sighed,patting the sand where they'd buried their parents. "Now,we won't be able to leave a marker, but we can follow the stars some night to visit."

Sagira nodded, burying her face in Bakare's shoulder. "I'm hungry...."

"Come on then. We can stop by the market and get a loaf of bread. " Bakare soothed gently. That'll be easy. Everyone gives Sagira food anyway. "You have to ask some of the people. Won't you be a brave girl and do that?"

"I like to help." Sagira replied softly. What she didn't realize yet was that she wasn't really helping. She was surviving. She'd asked once about the pharoah's daughters, whom she'd often seen in the marketplace, with their fancy dresses. She'd wanted to know why she couldn't wear clothes like that. Bakare had explained that they were really poor, and couldn't afford such fineries. Then he'd scolded her for not being thankful for what they had. Sagira had never asked another question. Her brother's temper scared her more often than not.

When they got to the market place, Bakare left her there, and went to pilfer other food stuffs. She began to beg for food. Most of the people passed her by, but a few gave her money peices. But no hand outs. "Please,Miss. Just a little bread?" She asked one woman. The woman hurried her three accompanying girls away, with a scowl. Sagira sat down on the ground,and began to cry. She was tired,and hungry. She didn't know where her brother Bakare was. He'd probably forgotten where he'd left her. He always seemed to hate her these days. "You're little." He'd always growl, whenever she'd ask him why he hated her so much. Well,it's not my fault! She though to herself tearfully. She stood up, deciding to head back to the village of thieves.

The Pharaoh was wandering the streets of his mainly peaceful kingdom. It made him happy to see his youngest subjects playing, and having a good time. Suddenly, up ahead,there was a commotion with his guards. "What is going on?" He asked his favorite priest,Mahadou.

Mahadou walked to the front of the procession to find out. He came back a second later. "There's a little girl up in the road. She's too frightened to move." His eyes were full of the compassion the Pharaoh had come to respect from him. "Step aside, men." The king commanded, and the group of guards parted, revealing the young peasant girl, who was shivering in fright. He knelt beside her slowly, not wanting to intimidate her. "It's alright, little one. Won't you tell me your name?" He watched the girl study him, and then back up, as if ashamed of her appearence. He laughed gently, holding out a hand to help her up. "It's alright. I simply want to know your name,young one."

"S-sagira. It's Sagira,my pharaoh." The young girl's brown eyes were wide in spectulation. Would she be punished for not moving out the pharaoh's way? She looked around wildly for Bakare.

"Sagira.......what a beautiful name!" The pharaoh seemed to muse for a moment, before speaking again. "How would you like to come to the palace with me? I could haveclean clothing, and a hot meal for you...."

"I like that,My Pharaoh...." She replied softly, as he picked her up. It seemed to the young child that he would've taken her without her consent.

"It's settled then. Come." He turned around with the girl in his arms, and headed back to his palace.

Around the same time, Bakare was returning to retrieve his sister. "Sagira!" He looked around everywhere for her. Finally, he resorted to asking one of his friends if they'd seen the youngster.

"Sure did." Sultana replied. "The Pharoah took her into custody just a while ago."

"Why didn't you stop him, you moron!!?!" Bakare raged, feeling ready to strike the girl.

"Calm down,Bakare. I'm sure the pharaoh will take good care of her...." Beni approached in time to block his friend's slap.

"I don't want my sister raised by that damn fool!" Bakare let out a scream of fury. "This is not over. I will get her back! I will!"