Scythe: WOOOO finally. Chapta six! You can thank SHEERO for this one... she bugged me to no end. Heh. OK.. I'm skipping all the crap and going straight to the story. Have fun. Ok.. So I was reading my story over again so that I could continue it for you all.. annnddd... I definitely realized that this is the most SEXUAL story EVER... at least that I have written.. lol.. Everything is like... manipulate with sex, blah blah.. I find it so amusing! I love it, so I'm continuing.
Chapter 6
The young boy of 18 and untamed white hair watched the Nile in his glittering eyes. How he longed to just jump into the far away river and swim to his hearts content at this moment. His band of thieves was not well known around the cities, so they could lodge and buy supplies almost anywhere without commotion, unlike the supposed 'King of Thieves'. He saw scrolls and postings everywhere after him, offering rewards. 'Dead or Alive' they say, he thought with a scoff. Must be pretty dangerous then... or lucky. But then again the pharaoh's guards needed some serious training, did they not? He had a strange feeling... no, a strange urge to meet his king of thieves and show him a thing or two, whether it was in the art of seduction, or the art of fighting. He wasn't half bad for a scrawny little 18 year old. He could kill his 'leader' in the blink of an eye if he wanted. But, he rather liked the protection and pampering he got from him, so he kept him around.
Ryou's mind drifted back to his brother... For some reason, remembering his sibling was becoming harder and harder... he'd forgotten his name long ago. He'd felt so guilty then, but now that he realized he was probably dead, he didn't care at all.
The young thief looked up as he was being summoned by his leader and smiled softly at him. "Yes, sir?"
"We have word from Fenuku," he started, holding out the bird that was perched on his arm.
"Perfect." Ryou said, smirking evilly. One of the reasons the leader confided in him information, was because he really did enjoy evil scheming and he always had good ideas. One would almost wonder why HE wasn't the leader, but he wouldn't admit to that.
"Hm. It seems they are going to 'intercept' us. Fenuku will tell them a false time and placement, and we will come from behind to capture the king of thieves and kill him, then take that name for ourselves after we collect the reward."
"How interesting."
"But..." The Older one said, narrowing his eyes. "I've just gotten word that... The Pharaoh is with them."
"The Pharaoh! What on earth..? How, why?" Ryou asked quickly, suspicious.
"The king of thieves seems to have kidnapped him."
"How very nice..." Ryou said slowly, his lips curling up into a delighted smirk. "We will take the Pharaoh. No doubt they are holding him for ransom. We will take the ransom instead."
"Yes, I was thinking the same thing."
Of course you were, bastard, Ryou thought sarcastically, but keeping his innocently little smile on his face.
It had been two months since the capture of the Pharaoh. He'd thought the first spout of sickness a few weeks before had been bad... but now... It seemed the poor Pharaoh was on the verge of fighting for his life... He needed to get him to the doctor fast.
Once again upon his camel, he noticed that the sky was growing dark, and all the heat that had been gathering was disappearing much quicker then it had come. In fact, these clouds really had come out of no where, from a clear blue, hot sky to suddenly dark and gloomy. Bakura remembered the old tales that his parents had told him, that he, somehow, still remembered, and he looked down at the Pharaoh. "Are you doing all this?" He asked quietly as the Pharaoh would mumble things in his sleep. He could never tell what he was saying, but once, the young royalty had begun to cry, which worried him the most, because he, in fact, had never been a crybaby... Whiny, yes, but he knew for a fact that the Pharaoh wouldn't let anyone see him cry if his life depended on it.
The beautiful young ruler was very pale at this moment, and his breath was faster then it should have been for someone who was sleeping. Bakura couldn't help but worry and wonder what might be wrong with him.
Just then, Fenuku came up to him, looking at the sky and shielding his eyes from what little sunlight was left. "I fear that this storm is so sudden and we have nowhere to hide or take shelter. This is irregular. I hope the Nile does not flood from this unexpected turn in the weather."
"It just might, Fenuku, and I know that prices for food will go up if it does. Hopefully your bag is full with gold, because this might be a long storm..."
That's not what I'm worried about, Fenuku thought with a frown. He quickly brushed off the thought of the others and just nodded. "I recommend we find somewhere to pitch our tents or lodge."
"We are nearing the Nile, there should be more bouts of green here and there. Send a scout to go ahead and look for an area, and we'll pitch our tents."
"Right." Fenuku said.
"Oh, and Fenuku?"
"Yes, Bakura?"
"What should we put in our next massage for the bird to carry?"
Fenuku tensed. WHY did he have to be thinking about that at a time like this? "I've already sent the message, sir."
"You what!"
"Bakura, understand my reasoning! You were so consumed with the caring of the Pharaoh, I did not want to disturb you. Y-You were so stressed, I did not want you to have to deal with such a petty message."
"And what exactly was on the message?" The thief demanded icily.
"I just told them to keep gathering information and stay out of sight."
This seemed to satisfy Bakura, and he waved him off. Fenuku bowed slightly and left to send the scout off.
This did not, however, sit well with Bakura after all. He was just simply too worried and stressed to deal with that. It seemed he could not trust Fenuku as well as he thought.
A small portion of the army from the palace was hot on his trail, and the Pharaoh, sick. Fenuku was acting strangely lately, and his band of thieves seemed to get more stupid each moment of the day, and, stranger still, many of his thieves had died on this journey, though it was neither strenuous nor life threatening. They had plenty of fresh water and food, plenty of rest, and Bakura did not make them work hard at all. He practically pampered them! So why had they been dropping dead like flies?
Bringing him from his thoughts was a stirring Pharaoh, who, for once, opened his eyes and peered up at him through half lidded eyes. And, surprising the off guard Tomb Robber, smiled weakly at him.
Bakura's eyes visibly widened at this strange behavior. Atem then huffed softly and reached up with his hand, panting softly despite the small effort, and Bakura took that hand and was about to force it back down, but the young ruler spoke softly to him.
"Even though you're putting me through hell..." he started weakly. "Thank you... f-for watching after me..." He said, which was visibly hurtful to his ego and pride, as he shifted his eyes away in embarrassment
The Pharaoh had just said THANK YOU to him? He must be sick. But he found himself softening and even smiling back a bit. "No problem." He said, without even thinking.
What the hell was wrong with him?
"Damn that Pharaoh and all he is worth. I hate him. I just want you dead, Bakura. And once you're dead, I can shove that Pharaoh off to the others and they won't treat him like he's glass. They'll give him what he deserves... which is pain... very much pain. He's the one that killed your parents, and yet you coddle him like a lover?" This angry speech was spouted as Fenuku watched for his bird, anything that might make him at least a little happier. He shoved a pole into the cold sand, growling and wishing he'd shoved it through Atem's head. "Bakura doesn't realize how hard he's fallen for you... and you for him. Neither of you even realize it... And I hate you both for it... You weren't supposed to fall in LOVE!" He cried out, shoving another pole into the sand at that horrid word.
Fenuku hissed and threw his pack down on the ground. "I was banished from the tent because of you, Pharaoh, because of your 'sickness' he said. 'I don't want you to get sick' he said. 'When this is all over we're figure something out' he said! I'm losing patience with both of you very quickly." He said to himself in rage, staring over at where his object of hate resided in Bakura's arms as he stood now, in the sand and ordered the pathetic pawns around to do his bidding.
"Remind me again why I'm doing this..." He said to himself again, rubbing his forehead. "Oh, right, because I want to win the favor of our leader... That sleazy little Ryou is probably half way down his pants right now, if not having been down his pants at least several times already..." He growled. "That little slut. He'd sleep with anyone to gain favor. And, that's what he does. Hmph, Bakura won't even want him as a brother once he finds out about his 'work'." And that's when he got the brightest little idea.
In the privacy of his own tent, the King of Thieves watched over his poor pharaoh, gently stroking his face with such a tenderness, even he didn't seem to believe he was doing it. By now, he'd gotten a small basin of water and was gently wiping the delicate forehead of the royalty in his bedding. The sorrow and worry that consumed his emotions scared him out of his own mind. To think that he had such feelings for the... thing that had killed his parents- had caused such sorrow within the country- had shed so much blood to obtain riches and respect from others. It was so hard to believe that the frail man before him could be the cause of it... in fact... he was beginning to doubt himself. It was written in stone, practically, but was it possible that it wasn't the pharaoh's fault?
Pushing those thoughts aside, he concentrated on the task at hand, gently dabbing the sweat covered pharaoh with a damp rag. "You'll get through this, I promise." Bakura whispered slowly, his eyes melting with emotion- with love, even if he didn't realize it.
The storm thundered above the land of Egypt and Seth had to start as he suddenly looked out of the window, staring at the dark, ominous sky. The only thought that passed through his mind was not a pleasant one. What had happened to his pharaoh? His fists clenched at his sides. Something was up, and if that Thief ever came into his grasp he would kill him.
"High priest Seth," came a soft, female voice.
"Yes? Come in." He said, not turning his face from the deep sky before him.
"We have just reached word that the band of thieves are nearing the Nile and should be there in one days travel. The Pharaoh appears to be sick, and the guards are right behind them, ready and waiting for your order."
"I see." He contemplated this for a long while. The sooner he got his toy back the better, for as much as he loved ruling the country, he had to be careful so that the other priests would not know he was fulfilling his own dreams and confirm their previous suspicions of controlling behind the pharaohs back. Taking a deep breath he smirked slightly. "Tell them to advance and take the Pharaoh and kill everyone in their path, but bring the 'king of thieves' to me, and if I hear any word about that man escaping, tell them not to bother returning."
"Yes sir," said the girl and she got up from her knees and left the archway door to relay the message.
Seth finally turned to look out the door, only to return his gaze back to the outside world and found himself sighing softly and saying,
"Atem... come back to me."
Scythe: Yeah I know it was short, but this chapter was already half written when I got to it, so I had to go off of that, and I promise that the next chapter will be longer.