Scythe: Ok Time for another rant! For those of you 'wonderful' writers out there doing POV stories.... PICK a goddamned POV to write in, and stick with it. It's ok if its like... switched every chapter, but not switched twenty times in ONE chapter! And for Ra's sake run a friggin' spell check! If you don't have a spell check, then get a stupid dictionary, ok? You write this little thing like: Oh yeah, I don't how to spell it, sorry. But we already know that, we can SEE that you can't spell it. So do us all a favor, get a dictionary, or better software, and spare us the crap. Thank you. Also, to people who have to go back and read my summary again to actually know what pairing this is... For Ra's sake, know what you're reading. One, I write out who the pairing is in every chapter, do you not read my rants? READ MY RANTS. If I keep getting idiotic people reviewing my story or sending me e-mail asking which pairing my story is... I will put, in the middle of the story: READ MY GOD DAMN RANTS.

Bakura: coughPERIODcough

Scythe: kills Bakura Any who! Also for those of you who are slightly confused ABOUT BAKURA, I have come to explain. Yes, he is going to be slightly out of character in some parts, but I will try and keep it to a minimum. AND, also, the way I portray Bakura in this story may be slightly different from the typical: Bastard, kill all thing, ok? There are some hints and things that lead me to this, so it's not as if I just like, came up with this randomly. It is based off of what I have gathered from the series and books.

Bakura: x.x

Warning: YAOI. Lemon to come in later chapters (soon, actually). Random (probably sick) Humor. Seth/Atem. Bakura/Atem. Language.

Thank You's: Anastasia- For being my editor of doom.

Sheero- because you are my inspiration since we basically RP this story XD You butt.

mic1211- 'Cause I didn't know that Dorobou was Bakura. ; Yes, I may seem dumb, but I'm really not, I just haven't watched/read the entire series. Thank you. (That and you read my rants )

WTF?'s: none

Reviewer answers:

Sheero- You're a butt XD I love you.

Marsdemon- You're my sexy editor! XD Yes, and you get to edit this chapter. And yeah, I kind of figured they burned oil and fat... but I'm lazy... and since I don't know how that stuff works, we're sticking with candles. YESS! lol

Nelly- Thank you for loving my chapter/story, and thank you for loving the stupid guards lol. But yes, Bakura could escape even if the guards were smart... he's the king of thieves remember? And those that don't review, and only read, are butts ;; And by the way... Pleaasseee only push the review button ONCE.

Mousey- Thank you for reviewing! I like you because you like the way I write Atem. How he isn't scared of Bakura and what not. Haha.

Sasameyuki- What does Bakura plan on doing, you ask? Well... you get to find out now, don't you? Here's Chappy 4!!

Fluffys-sidekick- Thank you for reviewing, here is chapter 4!

Blue Talon Dragon- Damn it! You're STILL here?! Ugh, I thought if I could make it crappy enough you'd go away! No, I'm just kidding. I love you XD. Thanks for Reviewing!

Muffinsnail- First off, that's TWO questions! So maybe I should only answer one of them, hmm? Hmm???? No I'm kidding. Well, as for your first question, the Pharaoh is NOT twelve, and yes, I will tell you his age, because Bakura doesn't know how old he is, therefore he asks later... cause he also thinks he's like... 14 XD But he isn't... So just stick tight and watch for it, keeday? And for your second question about the ankh under the bed, YES Bakura knew it was there... just use your imagination, man. I'm writing this damn thing, and I provide 90% of the action and stuff so fill that other 10% in with your imagination. e.e That's just the way I write. Thank you for reviewing. (Bakura: Feel lucky, she almost put your review answer under the WTF's Section...)

Queenoftheskies16- ...You have a really long name... but anyways, thanks for reviewing, here's chapter 4!

Toki Mirage- Love the name. Any who, I don't DO big chapters, I'm sorry... I could if I wanted to... but... I dunno... sometimes it's just easier to do smaller ones because then I can get my point across very easily, and then it's easier to do cliffhangers . Thanks for reviewing.

Mic1211- Shankyuu. I now know that Dorobou is Bakura. ... But.. that is such an ugly name... so.. I'm sticking with Bakura His other name is Kurai or something... Too many names... Bakura is prettiest.

Chance Meeting- Chapter 4

The last thing Atem remembered was a knife held to his neck, and the king of thieves threatening him... Now, he was in the hot sand, far from his palace, and being carried over someone shoulder. It was a very bony shoulder... and it was digging into his stomach... and it hurt... and he guessed he'd have a bruise there later.

His vision was very blurred, and his throat scratchy. His skin felt disgustingly dry, and his hair felt oily. How long had it been? Raising his vision slowly, he saw in front of him thieves... lots of thieves... and they were all walking behind whoever it was that held him, though it wasn't Bakura, as he heard the Tomb Robber farther ahead.

"This is where we will rest for the night!" The white haired, beautifully tanned thief rode back around on his camel(1), orders thrown this way and that. "And you, you set up my tent." He said to a man. Atem groaned as a sudden wash of pain overtook him. He reached up with his aching limb, and held his head. He was practically thrown down into the hot sand and he landed with a thud on his bottom. He hissed and looked up, ready to shout, but the King of thieves leapt from his camel and landed onto the sand in front of him.

"Well, well, well. The pharaoh has awoken from his coma." He leaned down and smirked in his face. "By the looks of it, you seem to be in pain. Get used to it fast. You," He straightened, pointing to the one that was about to set up his tent. "Forget what I said, this one will be setting up my tent." He pointed down to the pharaoh, and the nameless thief snickered softly.

"Yes, sir"

Atem blinked, tilting his head slightly in confusion... HE would be setting up a tent? He gaped suddenly. "I must set up the tent? How dare you suggest such a thing!"

"Get up off your lazy ass, and set up my tent, Pharaoh."

The pharaoh ignored him, staring straight out towards where they had come from, wishing this had never happened. Bakura twitched. How he hated to be ignored. "Don't ignore me, pharaoh."

Nothing in return.

"PHARAOH!" He grabbed him by the arm, lifted him up and stared directly into his crimson eyes. "Rule one, don't ignore me, rule two, you aren't pharaoh out here, you're under my command, and rule three, what I say goes, now move your ass and make my tent!" He shoved him towards the poles and canvas, nearly making him trip.

Eventually the little pharaoh glared at him and looked at the mass of... stuff. He didn't know what to do. He'd never made a tent before, as his servants would always do it for him. He swallowed some and picked up a pole, shoving it into the sand, then the other, and shoving it, too, in the sand, and then he threw the canvas over it... and it fell over. He twitched and crossed his arms, glaring at it.

"Oh, I get it. You've never made a tent before." One of the other thieves said, snickering. The pharaoh ignored him, didn't even look at him lest he dirty his godly eyes by looking at that filth.

"Quiet. Leave him alone, Hanif." Bakura's voice thundered in anger. "He won't make my tent if you're bothering him. Let him figure it out..."

Said Hanif looked over to his leader, glaring slightly and moving over to his little group of friends. They were sitting about, their tents all built and ready. One of them was starting a fire.

"I've noticed that Bakura ain't actin' like he usually does. You think all that escapin' an' capturin' the pharaoh and what not gots 'im in the clouds?"

"Perhaps," one of the more composed, and educated thieves said, the one who was starting the fire. He had beautifully tanned skin, not a scratch on it, unlike most thieves who had scars and scrapes or marks. His hair was a bright blonde, and graced down his shoulders, and his body was thin and lithe, but powerful and flexible. Though most would think of him as a failure at being a thief, since he had not a scratch, he was actually one of the better, considered to be one of Bakura's closest 'friends'. Of course, most knew that 'friend' didn't mean friend, not to Bakura. "I've noticed he's been acting strangely when it comes to the pharaoh. You'd think he wouldn't care if we banged him up a little, but he doesn't want us to touch him, or there will be bloodshed."

"I think you're right, Fenuku. You don't think he could be... smitten, do you?"

"No! Never. Not Bakura." Fenuku replied. He was squatting down, elbows rested on his thighs and fingers folded together, in which he placed his chin upon. He glared slightly at the pharaoh, who was setting up the tent, now with Bakura's help. He saw, much to his jealousy, a small bit of laughter, true laughter, come from the king of thieves as the Pharaoh fumbled, then yelled at him.

Bakura just smirked, and they built the tent up together. It was the largest of all tents, seeing as Bakura was the leader here. One could stand in that tent, whereas in the other tents you could not. Finally, once everyone was set up, Bakura came over to the fire. It was well past dark now.

"How's the pharaoh?" Fenuku asked softly, as so no one but Bakura could hear.

"He's fine. He's fairing well, actually, for doing a bit of work for once."

Fenuku scoffed. "And what was so funny when you were trying to set up your tent?"

"Ah. He was just being his stupid self and tried to order me to do it for him. It was quite amusing. Will you be staying in my tent with us?"

"Yes, I will, if you don't mind."

"Of course not. You're the only one I can trust around here."

"Mm, thank you, Bakura. Pardon me, but where is the pharaoh? It isn't wise to leave him alone."

"He's pouting and setting up the inside of the tent. And don't worry, there isn't-"

"GAH!"

Bakura turned at the distant, muffled sound of the pharaoh crying out and sighed, walking to the tent and opening the flap.

"What is it?"

"There's a scorpion... go kill it!" Atem said, blushing slightly in embarrassment.

"What? Where? You're afraid of a little scorpion?" Bakura looked about and the pharaoh pointed at the black lump near the corner. He licked his lips. It did look like a scorpion... He kicked it and twitched. "You imbecile! That's a rock!"

"Yes, it's a rock scorpion! It STUNG me! Look!" He held out his hand, showing him the scratch...

Bakura twitched in irritation. Either, the Pharaoh was messing with him, or he was extremely... stupid? He grabbed the rock and tossed it outside.

"Gah! Tomb Robber!" He cried, grabbing onto his hand and examining it. "Did it sting you?!"

"No, you stupid Pharaoh, don't touch me..."

The Pharaoh glared and slapped him across the face, hard... harder than the thief would have liked. Bakura looked down at the pharaoh, narrowing his eyes.

"Very funny, Tomb Robber!"

"Were you worried about me?" He asked mockingly.

"No, you're my ticket out of here. You're the only one who looks like you don't want to kill me! All those ugly people out there glare at me as if I'm some kind of dangerous bug that needs to be squashed!"

"Whatever. Come with me. We have a fire going." He grabbed the Pharaoh roughly by the arm, about to drag him, but he stopped. He turned and looked at Atem's arms... They were covered in gold. Come to think of it, he still had all his gold on. "Take that off... and that as well, and these. Take off your gold and put them in that bag!"

"No! These are mine!"

"And you are mine, and now whatever you own is mine as well, so take it all off and put it in the Ra damned bag, you stupid Pharaoh or I'll have to remove it by force."

The royalty in question just sat there for a moment, and then began to remove his gold, slowly but steadily, placing it in the 'plunder bag'. Once done, he crossed his arms, glaring slightly out at nothing. He felt so... so naked without his gold.

"Come on then." Bakura jerked him out of the tent, and into the crowd of thieves. Everyone went silent, watching the pharaoh with awe and hatred all the same. Hanif was staring at him quietly. His muscled body was clothed in nothing but a loin cloth. His short, brown hair was unkempt and in disarray, but was healthy none the less. He had been the one to carry the pharaoh the entire way, and he felt as if he should get something for that... and what he found himself wanting was the pharaoh himself. Why? He couldn't quite tell, but he knew what he wanted, and he always got what he wanted.

After a while, people began to talk amongst themselves again, mostly about the pharaoh. The said royalty was clinging onto Bakura and glaring, keeping his gaze above them all. He wouldn't be caught dead looking any of them in the eye.

"This is Fenuku," Bakura started, "he will be staying with us in the tent tonight."

Atem risked a glance down, and saw a very... well, attractive young man, hardly a blemish on him. It was hard to believe he was a thief.

"It is an honor to meet you, Pharaoh." Fenuku said softly.

"At least someone has some class around here." Atem hissed to Bakura. The white haired thief just rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips.

"Enough of that, Fenuku. Don't make him feel as if he is welcome here."

"Of course, Bakura."

"Come on, stupid Pharaoh. I'm getting cold." He dragged him over to the fire and sat him down in the cold sand, a firm grip on his wrist the entire time they sat there. He said no words, and kept his eyes on the fire, or on the sand. Many thieves taunted him, but he made no move to acknowledge them. He didn't even acknowledge Bakura, which only ticked the King of thieves off more than ever. He snapped at everyone to shut up, shoving him to Fenuku. "Watch him, and no one talk to him, except you, Fenuku. Get him what he needs... water or food. He's been out the whole day."

"Yes, sir." Fenuku said, watching the King of Thieves storm off to brute alone. Fenuku gently lifted the pharaoh and glared at everyone else, pulling him away and asking if he wanted anything.

"Food and water." Atem replied simply, trying not to gaze at his beautiful face.

"Right. I can get you water now, but the food won't be ready until later."

"Fine."

Waiting there, the pharaoh peered around cautiously. He didn't want any of those damned thieves sneaking up on him. They all seemed to back down after Bakura got irritated and... come to think of it, where was that Tomb Robber? Atem shifted his eyes to the left, then the right, and he saw Bakura by the tent. It looked as if he was just staring up at the stars. Atem followed his gaze, and saw that he was not, in fact, looking at the stars, but a bird that was coming towards them... A messenger hawk?

He narrowed his eyes and saw the hawk land on Bakura's arm. It was hard to see, but Bakura took something from his foot, and read it. The Tomb Robber smirked softly and pocketed the note, letting the bird hop onto his shoulder and he walked back to the large group.

He appeared to be looking for something, or someone, and once he spotted Atem, he strode over to him, and took him by the chin. "Where's Fenuku?"

"He went to fetch me water." He said obediently, yet still glaring.

"I see."

The hawk tilted his head, looking at Atem, and leaned forward, snapping at him some. Atem, unfazed, held out his hand and let the bird bite him. The sharp pain that coursed through him only lasted a moment, and he found the bird on his hand then.

Bakura seemed shocked. Apparently, the bird didn't trust anyone but him, and to see him respect the pharaoh probably made him sick to his stomach.

Just then, Fenuku came back, pouch of water in hand, and he visibly brightened. "Thalius!"

The bird squawked a little and jumped off of Atem's arm, and onto the thief's shoulder. "When did he get back?" Fenuku asked, excitedly to Bakura.

"Just now."

"Ah, I see! And the letter?"

"The other band of thieves are moving south west, towards the Nile. If we can intercept them, we can execute our plan."

"Right."

"Plan? What plan?" Atem asked, as if he were a thief himself.

"It won't matter to you. It's dirty work, and hopefully, if your high priests aren't GLAD to be rid of you, we'll have our ransom by then, so you won't be in our way." Bakura replied, stiffly and with anger.

"How dare you?" Atem asked, dangerously low.

"Easily, now why don't you go back to the tent before I get angry?"

Fenuku just watched the two argue. He was slightly confused. He'd just realized that, when he got to these two, it was not Bakura that was holding his bird, but the pharaoh. Even though the bird was taught to hate the pharaoh, just as they had, he'd sat on his hand? He'd given him that privilege? But when he looked down, he saw that the pharaoh, indeed, did not come out unscathed... in fact, he was bleeding from his finger, presumably where Thalius had bitten him?

Had the bird tasted his blood and realized he was a living god? Perhaps, perhaps not...

Gently Fenuku nuzzled his bird(2), and watched the two bicker all the way back into the tent. He'd join them later... but for now, he needed to think.

Seth was in frenzy. Not only was his toy gone, but only Ra knew what was happening to him. Frankly, he probably shouldn't even care, since he would be in charge, but still. Glaring at everything that moved, Seth snapped orders and sent out a search party. He would find his pet, and he would kill that Tomb Robber.

AN: (1) The camel thing: Lmfao... Just... thinking of Bakura on a Camel makes me giggle. It's not like a hot image of Bakura on a steed or something XD.

(2) Yes, it is Fenuku's bird, NOT Bakura's. Just to clear that up. I wasn't sure if I made that clear or not. The part where it says it was Bakura's was just Atem's speculation.

Scythe: Well? Kind of a ... strange chapter, hmm? But it's only the beginning of my story . This chapter had.... attempted humor in it... cough it wasn't very funny, though, was it? XD

Bakura: No... it wasn't... and shut up about the camel thing...

Scythe: Hahahahah... shut up Bakura Please review? (read my rants)