Scythe: Woo! Success (I think)! Even if it is just a little. Anywho, I'd just like to say to all the other yaoi YuGiOh authors out there(most of them) YOU ALL SUCK ASS. I'm tired of your crappy stories about Ryou and Bakura! Oh no... Ryou is going to commit suicide.. who will help him? Or: Bakura saves Ryou from a suicide attempt.. could love blossom? (GAG). Or perhaps this sounds better? : Ryou is depressed and has a near death experience... Bakura comes to save the--- GAHHHH I hate you all! GET CREATIVE. And even if it's not about suicide.... BAKURA ISN'T INNOCENT. He would never call Ryou 'darling', ok? For gods sake he's insane and mean and selfish, he is not going to call the one he loves 'darling'. dies but thanks anyways for the good laugh... I'm sorry I had to rant about that... Thank you all for sticking with this fic.

Bakura: ....

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Standard Warnings: Yaoi. Random Humor. Seth/Atem. Bakura/Atem. Betrayal, blah blah blah.. just read the friggin fic

Disclaimer: ... I don't own them...

THANK YOUs!: Elusia, for telling me that eye liner is called kohl! I shall be using this word from now on huggle-ness. You... are my favorite reviewer! (Bakura: Oh no.. .not this again... ). And Sheero, because you're my 'Bakura' XD and you were the one that came up with this plot with me! I'll be adding the whole 'rock scorpion' thing in later, if you know what I mean. )

WTF?'s: AkutenshiRyou, what the hell are you talking about? Dorobou? Where in my summary does it say 'Dorobou'. I'm sorry, but I honestly don't know who this Dorobou is. I should hope it isn't Anzu's Egyptian... thing... (please tell me no)

Chance Meeting- Chapter 2

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Shifting from under the sleeping, naked Seth atop him, Atem slid off the bed and grabbed a robe, pulling it around himself. He looked into the reflective metal that was his mirror, tilting his head this way and that. His kohl was slightly smudged, but nothing he couldn't fix right away. He began to dress himself in new clothes, getting comfortable, and fixing bits of his hair that weren't already perfect. Noting the fact that he never took off the gold while having sex with Seth, he found it was just easier, and less time consuming if maybe... he never took it off?

He left the room, leaving Seth in peace, and as he walked down the hall, he found a servant rushing to him. The servant screeched to a halt, bowed, and stood straight, arms at his side. "My Pharaoh, I have just been sent to tell you that it appears the guards have caught the king of thieves."

Again, the Pharaoh thought. Three times before had they captured him, and three times had he escaped. Now, again, they had caught him. He sighed, and smiled tightly. "Is that so? Again?"

"Uh... Y-yes, Pharaoh."

"Wonderful." The royalty said, sarcastically. "So why don't you just go tell them that I said to keep a closer eye on him."

"Yes, Pharaoh." And with that, he scurried off.

That stupid King of thieves again! That dirty tomb-robber! How he hated hearing of him, robbing this, killing that. It was all so repetitive, and yet every time they caught the bastard, they couldn't keep him under control or watch him for that split second he always seemed to escape? It was so frustrating... He grit his teeth with this, fists clenching as well, and just as he was about to continue walking, he felt strong arms encircle his waist, and warm breath on his ear.

"What's gotten you so angry, my dear Pharaoh?"

Seth.

He leaned into him, sighing softly. "They've got the king of thieves... again."

The high priest snorted softly. "For the king of thieves, he sure gets caught a lot, doesn't he?"

"Are you saying my guards are incapable?" The semi-god tensed, bristled in offense.

"No, of course not. I'm saying your guards are just too good." Seth countered carefully, but what he really thought was: yes, of course they are. They couldn't keep a cat in a sealed box if they tried!

The Pharaoh seemed to accept this, pulling away from Seth and stretching some, then turning and smiling at him. "Well, Seth, both you and I have work to do." And with this, he turned and left. Seth could smell the intoxicating scent of the Egyptian musk from Atem and took in a deep breath, smirking. He had him wrapped around his finger, and nothing could change that.

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Five guards were dragging the king of thieves into the palace, or trying to, as the beautifully tanned, white haired thief struggled. He growled and hissed, thrashing, and another guard came to aid the first five to hold him down. He smirked. It was so thrilling to see these weak guards try to hold him. The only reason they were able to even stay on their feet was because his hands were tied behind his back. They had learned on the way after a few face plants that his feet had a mind of their own as well, but still, they were still too stupid to tie them up.

Why was he struggling, when he hadn't before, one might ask? He struggled because he loved the attention that he got. Stares from other guards, or random bystanders, thieves and more, where all he needed. He knew that they knew he was the king of thieves, and he also knew that they knew he'd escaped three times from these stupid guards, and poorly made cells. That's why they looked at him with fear and contempt, disgust and hatred.

Finally, one of the guards got smart, and kneed him directly in the stomach. Doubling over, the white haired thief hissed and closed his eyes with the slight rush of pain. When he opened them again, he was on his knees and staring up at the face of the pharaoh, who stared back blankly.

He'd never seen the pharaoh before, so to see him now was not only a shock, but it also sparked in him a plan... a plan that wouldn't fail.

"Pharaoh." The guards said, formally bowing, shoving the thief down as well. "This is the king of thieves, Bakura."

But the royalty said nothing. In fact, he only continued to look at him, then to the guards, and left. Bakura suddenly felt offended by this, growling and wrenching himself from the guards and rushing after him. For some reason, just a look from the pharaoh was not enough. He wanted words... he wanted acknowledgement. He was detained from behind again and thrown back. The pharaoh never once looked back at him.

The guards began to drag him off to the dungeon below.

He vowed, then, that he would make that pharaoh look at him, acknowledge him, and fear him.

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Atem sighed, staring out at the setting sun. He had cooped himself up in his chambers and sat, now, on the balcony. In the distance, he could just barely see the Nile River. It's brilliance still shone, glittering like a thousand tiny pieces of gold and diamonds. People had already drowned in its beauty, taken in by its loveliness. For so long, people actually believed that there were jewels beneath the water's surface, but you could only retrieve them at the time they showed.

Yet, even though he was comforted by the beautiful sight of water, he felt uneasy; that something was going to happen soon, that would be devastating. For what, he was not quite sure. Would it be his country? Would he fall ill? Would that stupid thief escape, again, he thought suddenly?

But why would that be so devastating?

He sighed again, placing his chin in his hand as he looked out at the Nile with his half lidded eyes, unaware of the eyes that watched him.

Seth turned from the doors of the pharaoh's chamber, shutting them quietly with practiced ease.

For a long while, now, the high priest had been pulling the strings around here, without many knowing. Those who did know were either his slaves, or killed by some freak 'accident'. Though, he thought, the other priests were beginning to suspect him of something, and it would be harder to kill them off. Tonight, he planned to poison the pharaoh, and of course, gain his trust even more with the fact that he'd be 'so worried' and 'wouldn't leave his side'.

Eventually, he would drive the pharaoh to a state in which he would trust no one but Seth, himself. It was a brilliant plan that had already been in action for several years. It was a shame it took so much time, as the pharaoh was actually well trained in whom not to trust, but once his father had died, it had all been down hill from there. Of course, the pharaoh would never know that he had killed his own father by bringing him the same drink as he would be receiving tonight.

Yes, Seth had poisoned the pharaoh's drink when he was young, instructed to do so by his own high priest, who was training him...

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"Seth, my young apprentice, I wish for you to perform your most important task yet."

"What is it?" The young, brown haired boy asked, tilting his head to the side as he gazed up at his master and trainer.

"We are delivering this gift to the pharaoh tonight at his nightly meal. It is a lovely, aged drink, hard to find, and very rich. I wish for you to put this in his glass before you carry it out to him." The old man placed in his hand a small vile of clear liquid, and the large bottle of alcohol, somewhat of a wine, and a beautifully decorated goblet.

"Alright." The smaller one agreed, knowing exactly what was in that little vile. Poison.

His master sent him off, and he made his way to the dining chamber. To his surprise, he met the young pharaoh-to-be on the way, and he told him of his 'gift', leaving out the bit about the poison. The little once insisted he wanted to help, so he let him. Outside the dining hall, Seth poured the glass of wine, and slipped the poison in while the young Atem wasn't looking, then handed him the glass.

"Here. Take this to your father, but it's a surprise, so say it's from you. I know how much it will mean to you, I'll just get him a different gift, ok?"

The little pharaoh-to-be happily giggled and nodded, and opened the door, and brought his father the drink.

Seth smirked, as minutes later, the poison had worked into his system, and the high pharaoh was sweating, and his breathing had sped up. Thus, to distract the other, Seth grabbed the young Atem and ushered him away, saying he wanted to play.

By morning, the pharaoh was deathly sick, and did not recover, dying in the late afternoon. Poor Atem was so traumatized, that he had hid himself in his room. But never did he connect the drink and the death.

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Seth smiled evilly to himself. He remembered shortly after, he poisoned his master as well, and killed him the same way. And now, it was time again to slip some poison into a drink.

Little did he know, he'd also be in for a surprise.

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Scythe: Whoo, sorry. No humor in this chapter. None that I can recall, anyways. Yeah, my chapters are kinda short, but deal with it, and I'll give you wonderful lemon and delicious plot... or.. I mean... wonderful plot? and .. delicious.. lemony... wait.....?

Bakura: Anyways, while she contemplates that, I will finish this off for her. The stupid author wants you to review, ok? Tell us what you think... Go damn it!