Summary: Set in ancient Egypt. Bakura wants to kill the Pharaoh, but also wants to confess his love for Marik. First Chappie Journal entry! BakuraxMarik Shonen-ai

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Bakura's Journal Entry

Hmmm this is an interesting source. I heard it is called a 'journal' is it not?

I'm asking a question that will never be answered, how pathetic of a thief.

Yes, and if you haven't figured it out, I am a thief, to be precise, King Of Thieves! My name? Ah yes how foolish of me. My name is Bakura, Thief King Bakura!

I rob tombs, steal from the wealthy or poor, and kill whom ever shall cross my path.

I'm not the friendliest person you will ever meet.

I'm not friendly at all.

I seek revenge on the Pharaoh. I bet your wondering why now aren't you?

I'll be more then delighted to tell you. Note the sarcasm in my voice.

The evil wrench ambushed my village!

His minions slaughtered my friends, my family, and my little sister.

I was very young at the time. But I remember it like it happened only hours ago. I lived in a small village of thieves with my sister and mother, Kul Elna the village was called.

I had never met my father, but I do look a lot like my mother.

She had striking sliver hair with pricing red eyes. I have the same color hair as well as eyes.

My sister on the other hand, probably looked like my father, cause she had no facial aspect of my mother like I.

She looked like an everyday Egyptian, black hair with gold eyes.

Quite the looker among the boys, but they would dare go near her with me around.

My mother was a cast out from our society because of the way she looked, as was I.

Don't get me wrong, I have no regrets of looking like my mother. Although Marik always says that I look like a girly boy.

Like I said, I lived among a small village of thieves in Egypt.

The Pharaoh assumed that no one in Egypt would miss a village of thieves.

He did this for the legendary Millunium Items.

The powerful can get whatever they please, damn them all to the depths of the shadow realm.

Well he ordered his men to kill 99 people in our village.

Those buffoons on horses killed, raped, trampled on, and did possibly anything you can think of to wipe out my village.

I doubt those idiots on animals could even count past 10 let alone to 99.

I remember that day so clearly.

Men charged into my house just before bedtime.

My mother, the brave and noble person she was, saved my life that very day.

She told me to take my sister down to the tunnel and stay down there.

For they did not know of our villages tunnel.

I grabbed my sister's hand, and as sly as I could I crept into the kitchen unnoticed by the 2 men of the Pharaoh.

I took a look back to see if my mother was coming.

She never came, for that same moment when I looked back, a spear was driven though her heart and she was killed right in front of my very eyes.

I was hoping only that they didn't see me, and that my sister didn't look at what had happened to our mother.

Well for the most part, the men didn't see me, as for my sister, who was only 6, ran over to the 2 men and with all her might pounded them with her tiny fists.

The older more buff man looked down at my sister with his cold eyes, and did the unthinkable, engraved a dagger though her skull.

I froze for I could feel nothing but hate, anger, and revenge. I wanted to lunge myself at the 2 men, but I had no chance against them.

I incautiously took a step forward having no idea what I was doing. I was still out of their view.

I took another step, now aware of what I was doing, and then I stopped and looked at my sister.

Did I want to end up dead? Just like her and my mom?

No. I value my life. And I shall stay alive until I kill the Pharaoh.

I will not let my family's deaths go to waste because of my stupid pride.

I looked behind me at the hidden shaft under the rug, opened it, and quietly slithered down it.

The tunnel was hallow and empty, kind of how I felt at the moment.

I could still hear faint cries from up above.

Then I cried, I cried for everyone, my mother, my sister, my friends, the whole village, I cried for them all.

We had done nothing to the Pharaoh, and yet he sends his men over to see us squirm under his power.

The tunnel is just one big circle- it goes around the whole village with hidden shafts in every house.

I went about halfway though the tunnel until I heard a cry, not one from up above, but one from the tunnel.

I ran towards the sound blindly in the dark and then stopped.

As soon as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw who it was, Marik, my friend and my secret lover, he was hugging his knees and shaking.

I was relived to see him.

He looked up at me with his violet eyes that had tears still streaming down his face, and his hair was framing his face.

I kneeled down to him and hugged him, and kissed his forehead lightly.

He sobbed against me digging his face into my shirt. I put my head against the back of the wall and tilted it up to looked at the ceiling.

The screams were still there, and if you listened hard enough, you could hear drunken laughter.

I glared at the ceiling as tears still ran down my face.

Marik was the first to speak. "We must get revenge on that bloody Pharaoh" He crocked out. "I know." I said, "I know."

I looked down into his violet orbs that were stained red from crying.

I was glad that I still had someone with me, to share my experience with, to know how I felt at that time.

We would both get revenge on that blasted Pharaoh. But I also hated seeing him like this.

I loved him too much, I wanted to make it all better, but I couldn't. I was (and still am) afraid of rejection.

So I just sat there against the wall, only hugging him as he sobbed into my clothes.

That's when we became thieves.

We shared our pain with others. Killing anyone, children, and women, anyone who dared to cross our paths.

We never looked at their pleading faces.

Marik was always the soft one, sometimes seeing himself as he looked at a child.

Our clan of thieves is known all over Egypt! No one will dare to stop Marik or I from ever getting our revenge.

And no one shall stop me from confessing my love for Marik.

Now I am here today.

Staying at an INN fairly close to the Pharaoh's palace.

It's daytime, and Marik is still sleeping.

I'm sure he could sleep forever if he wanted too.

I love it when he sleeps. Looks just so..Perfect. Like an angel. My angel.

I wish I could just stop time and watch him...

Back to my point...

We plan to kill the Pharaoh tonight. I could careless if I die, as long as that "honorable ruler" goes down with me.

He deserves to suffer for what he made me and Marik go though.

He must feel the pain of what I feel right now.

No, if I die with the Pharaoh, I want Marik to first know of my love for him.

I don't think I could pass onto the Afterlife, knowing he is clueless of my love for him.

This is going to be a hard task though.

The security increases at nighttime and I don't blend in with others because of my silver hair.

Marik, though, always convinces me not to shave it all off, only to cut it if it gets below my knees.

Well he's lucky he doesn't stand out.

I hate my hair, my eyes, and my every facial feature. It reminds me too much of my mom, too much of the pain.

Did I mention that I also stole a red hooded cloak from the same stand as I got this book?

It looks dazzling on me, well according to Marik it does.

He says it matches with the color of my eyes. Its made of some sort of furry material (1) that comes from somewhere outside of Egypt.

I doubt the Pharaoh has one of these! Wow I really can change a subject...

But Marik did say it looks nice on me.. Think it's a sign?

I shall go wake Marik now, the sun is disappearing and we must set out to leave soon. How I wish I could see Marik sleep like that forever...

He looks so peaceful with his hair falling over his face with his lips parting like that.

Oh! Those lips! How I wish too feel them against my body, against my own lips.

I don't know if I will return, but prepare for another entry if I do.

-Thief king Bakura

Sooo? What did you think? I did rearrange a lot of things compared to my real first chappie.

This is my first one okay? So go easy on me.

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