AN: This is just a really short companion piece to 'Desert Sorrow' that's been sitting on my HD for a year hoping that the Fik Fairy would come along and make it longer. Well...it seems that the Fik Fairy doesn't like this story and it's doomed to remain short. Dx

This is unbeta-ed so sorry for any mistakes in advance. Am currently on the look out for a beta-er so if you're interested drop me a line at Dark underscore Kaitou at yahoo dot com

Disclaimer: Check 'Desert Sorrow'

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Hear Nothing

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"Haven't you heard?"

"Heard what?"

"The Pharaoh's gone mad."

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A sneer tugged lightly at pale lips as silently a shadow slipped through the darkness of the palace grounds, deftly passed guards too unnerved by the foreboding aura that now permeated one of the most sacred of places :Superstitious fools. Shiver at the shadows and in the face of your mad God, I shall reap the rewards of his sorrow.:

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"Mad?"

A lowered whisper. "Yes they say that he refuses to release the body of his High Priest. That he has imprisoned the priests for his murder."

Interest peaked slightly a hooded figure leaned nonchalantly back in his chair, gently sipping at his cold drink as he listened in on his unaware informants.

"Murder?"

A rustle of cloth and the scrap of wood against stone. "I heard from one of the palace guards that when they found the Pharaoh he had already killed the one who had slain the High Priest and was carving a curse upon the High Priests flesh to trap his soul and prevent it from ever entering the afterlife."

"To prevent..."

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Shivering lightly as an unusually cold breeze swept through the grand open halls Bakura swept a pale hand through equally pale hair and sunk deeper into the shadows.

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A third voice, gruffer than the other two. "I heard that the High Priest actually killed himself."

Silence. A pale brow arching slightly upward Bakura waited, his lips gently brushing against the rim of his cup.

Tentative, fearful. "I heard...that they were lovers, the Pharaoh and he. That that is why the Pharaoh has gone mad."

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A low chuckle of anticipation and the deft movements of one who fears no sealed door.

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Another silence, longer than the first. Patiently he waits for surely there must be more to this sordid tale.

"They say that the Pharaoh is gathering his powers. That he is drawing upon the darkness of the Shadows. They say that he will seal the games yet drape this world in his own madness."

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Lightly his fingers brush upon the ornate stone that housed the body of the High Priest and the Pharaohs supposed lover. Of all the riches of this holy land the most precious and valuable could be contained within, to spend eternity with a rotting corpse and cursed soul who would have no need for such riches.

His lips twitching slightly upwards the thief began to pry open the heavy lid unaware as shadows gathered around him.