As I've said before...I've been really stressed lately...I have casy testing to do...I think thats what it's called, and family problems, so sorry it took me forever to update. And my fingers are pink...damn marker!
Chapter 5
The Tombs:
Bakura slowly crawled through the opening of the tomb. His heart raced with excitement, and his blood rushed through his veins.
He had hit the jack pot. One of Atemu's relatives, who appeared to have been rather close on account of all the gold and trinkets, had been left unguarded.
Bakura studied the room he stood in, examining the floors and walls. Looking for any signs of a trap. That's when he noticed the slightly deformed tile sticking out in plane view.
"Just what I thought...Stupid little fools." He said with a chuckle. He slowly eased around the trap and continued forward. He finally came to the resting spot of the dead old relative and smiled. His fingers slipped around the gold coins and jewelry.
"Easy." he whispered to himself.
He pulled his sack out and began to shove the jewels and gold into it. He paused a moment when he came upon a rather large emerald.
"Avila..." he rubbed the jewel between his fingers, making it shine in the fire light. He suddenly grew angry with himself and tossed the jewel back into the chest.
"Get a hold of your self Bakura." he demanded aloud. He scooped more gold coins into the bag then rose to his feet.
He slowly exited the tomb and made his way to the camel waiting for him. He secured the bags that held his plunder then climbed up the camels back with ease. He paused a moment, thinking once again of the emerald he had tossed aside. He cursed under his breath as he jumped down and rushed back into the tomb to retrieve it.
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Avila Slipped between the crowds of people, almost tripping a few times.
"Get a hold of yourself Avila. You can't be losing your touch now!" she whispered to herself under her breath. She spotted a man standing alone, his gold pouch dangling from his belt.
"Yes...perfect." she said with delight. She slowly sneaked behind him and grabbed the rope that held the prize she so desired. The money that Bakura had left her had only lasted a mere 3 weeks, forcing her to pick pocket once again.
Her fingers fumbled with the chord holding the sack, and she gave a small curse under her breath. That's when the man turned to face her.
"Hey you! Thief!" He yelled. Avila gripped the sack of gold and tugged on it, hoping the rope would snap.
The pouch clung to the belt tightly and would not give way.
"Damn!" Avila breathed. She turned on her heel and dashed through the crowd.
"Get that Boy!" The man yelled. Avila was grateful that she still was seen as a poor little boy.
She rushed through the streets of the village, pushing and shoving people out of her way.
"Come here you little runt!" She heard a man say. She twisted her head slightly to the side to catch sight of a guard pursuing her. 'How do I get out of this one?' Her mind buzzed with questions, but no answers. She knew she couldn't run forever, she could already feel her legs aching from her sprint.
'This isn't good...I need to hide!'
That's when she felt something grab hold of her tunic. A scream escaped her lips as she was dragged into a deserted alley way.
"Don't scream little boy if you want to live." A soft voice whispered. Avila felt a warm hand press against her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. The body that held her pressed more into the wall as the guard's men passed by. The clatter of their swords hitting their thighs rang in Avila's ears. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying they would not be found.
Finally when the men had passed by, the body Avila clung to pushed her away.
"Now little boy, why were the Pharaohs men chasing you?" Avila stumbled a little as she tripped over her feet. An arm reached out and held her steady.
Avila blinked hard, trying to focus her eyes in the darkness. "Speak boy, before I grow angry." The harsh voice demanded.
"I was stealing." She simply said, trying to peer at the rather small shadow. Silence followed her answer and Avila grew apprehensive.
"So...A little thief are we?" The voice was full of humor. Avila stepped back, still peering into the darkness. Fear rushed through her body, making her shake.
"What's your name boy?" The figure took a step towards Avila, making her panic all the more.
She opened her mouth to answer, and then paused.
"Well boy?"
Avila looked down at her feet. 'I might as well tell her I'm a girl. Maybe she'll take pity on me.'
"I'm Avila, and I'm no boy."
The shadow standing in front of her stepped closer, standing a foot away from her.
"Really now? A little girl dressed like a boy? Interesting..." Avila raised her chin, trying to show confidence.
"What is your name stranger?" She asked with question.
The figure gave a peal of laughter.
"I'm Kuni...and I'm a thief myself."
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Bakura threw his bags into the cave he called home. They fell with a clatter to the cold dirt floor. Bakura still held in his hand the emerald he had retrieved, rolling it between his fingers.
His eyes flashed with anger at his apparent weakness.
"That damn girl!" He roared with anger.
"What damn girl? Back so soon Bakura? Steal anything interesting?" A voice called out in the darkness.
Bakura glanced into the shadowed cave and gave a snort. "Ya, I did. The place was empty, As if they wanted me to steal all the jewels."
Bakura turned towards the owner of the voice and sat next to him. Bakura stretched his arms out and placed them behind his head as he leaned back.
"Malik, What are you still doing here? Don't you have some tombs to guard?" Bakura asked sleepily.
Malik only smiled and played with the knife he held in his hand. "I don't feel like guarding some dead person at the moment."
Bakura rolled his eyes at Malik, and then closed them. "What girl?" Malik asked.
Bakura ignored the question, pretending he hadn't heard. Malik kicked his thigh, making Bakura grunt. "A little thief I met in the village." he said through gritted teeth.
"Oh, Really? Get anything from her?" Malik asked, his voice laced with humor.
"Maybe, what business is it of yours?" Bakura shot back.
Malik chuckled softly and studied the thief kings face.
"You're going soft Bakura...If I didn't know better, I would think you've fallen in love!" Bakura's eyes shot open.
"Soft! Love!" he sputtered wildly at Malik. Malik felt laughter bubble in the back of his throat but pushed it back so as not to anger the poor man any further.
"I don't know the meaning of such words!" Bakura yelled while turning to his side, facing the cave wall.
"Say what you like Bakura..." Malik retorted as he pushed himself up off of the ground. He shot Bakura another look then shook his head in disgust.
"Look at the famous thief king now...crying over a girl..."
Bakura gave a low growl at Malik's remark. "Leave! Before I kill you!" He shouted to the wall.
Malik laughed at Bakura's anger and slowly trudged out of the cave.
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Kuni smiled at Avila. "Why do you waste your time robbing people in the village...you could be going for the big time treasure in the tombs. I'm sure you've got the skill."
Avila looked up at Kuni with wide eyes. "Why would I rob tombs? It's...It's..."
Kuni smiled at Avila's shock. " As long as you don't get caught, everything will be alright. Besides, there's more thrill...adventure! Guards pursuing you, traps everywhere, unknown hidden surprises!" Kuni said with delight.
Avila watched as the girls face brightened at the thought of guard's men chasing her, and deadly traps jumping out at any moment.
"You can't rob these people forever, sooner or later they will catch you. And they WILL kill you."
Avila knew she had a point, eventually they would catch up to her.
"But, it would upset the gods!" Avila protested. Kuni shrugged her shoulders. " And? Truth be told, I don't think there are any gods...just rubbish the priest tell us, to keep us in check. I've never seen a miracle happen, only luck. And I've never seen curses, only bad luck. There is no proof that their even real!"
Avila gasped at the blunt statement that had escaped Kuni's lips.
"What would make you say such things?" She whispered while pressing a hand to her lips. Kuni leaned back in her chair and placed her hands behind her head.
"Life. Everything in my life has been nothing but bad luck. It occurred to me that either the gods hate me, or there are no gods. Besides, they've never helped me before, why would they start now? Listen Avila, you can stay here and praise some imaginary gods and just rob peoples pockets, or...Forget all those gods and rob tombs with me."
Kuni reached her hand out to Avila and gave a warm smile.
Avila looked down at the palm before her and gave a soft smile. " You know...I've never thought about it, But, the gods have never helped me either...Yes, Kuni. I'll go with you!"
Kuni smiled evilly.
"Alright! Tomb robbing here we come!"
Sorry if this chapter sucked...I had a lot on my mine these past few days. Anyways, ENJOY! or atleast try to...