Chapter 5: Crazy Bakura

"Aoujii, are you done?"

The Crown Prince turned around to see Bakura with a huge bag of gold hoisted up to his shoulders, obvious signs that he already found the main tomb.

"Yes," Atemu answered, thrilled with the fact that he was finally doing something without his father, uncle, teachers or friends reprimanding him on what to do and what not.

"Come on, somebody might find out!" Bakura hissed.

Atemu stared at him for a while. Weren't they going to return the stuff they took afterwards? And why was Bakura so jumpy? It's not like guards would kill them. Bakura didn't seem to be the type of person that guards would look for and kill. He's not wanted; well it doesn't look like it.

"Quit staring and come on!" Bakura said, annoyed that the person in front of him was just staring at him.

The prince snapped out of his reverie, deciding to trust in the other. "I apologize," he said before following Bakura.

"Aren't you going to bring the stuff you took?" Bakura asked, quirking an eyebrow and pointing at the gold Atemu left.

"Why am I going to take it? I don't need it," Atemu answered in confusion.

Bakura eyed him in suspicion; no thief in the right mind would break into a tomb and ransack it only to leave the goods behind. Well come to think of it, no thief would do that, insane or not. Who is this person?

"Whatever. Just come along," he answered.

"You there! What are you doing here?" a voice from behind shouted as they were leaving and heading for the exit.

"Damn it," Bakura hissed, Atemu turned to look at him. What was going on? Before he knew it, Bakura had pulled him along and ran.

Three guards blocked their paths, swords (or blades) in hand. Bakura fought one off while Atemu, by instinct, fought off the other. But when he was about to fight off the last one, the guard whom he thought he knocked unconscious, knifed his blade into him. The Crown Prince gasped in pain and stifled his pained cry. Bakura must not know.

He took the blade and proceeded to the third guard, only to find it unconscious already. Bakura smirked.

"Come on," Bakura said as they ran, not noticing Atemu wince as consequence for his rash movements. They were already far from the tomb, riding the horses (Bakura undoubtedly stole) when Bakura turned to his side and noticed Aoujii was not beside him.

He turned around and saw Aoujii barely even sitting at all. It was as if the horse was doing everything so the rider won't fall.

Atemu blinked, feeling numb all over. He was still bleeding but he kept it hidden from Bakura. The last thing he would want is to let the other know his identity. He was barely conscious at all but blinked it away. He mustn't let Bakura know.

"Aoujii, are you alright? We should hurry," Bakura said from a short distance. Atemu looked up and weakly smiled.

"Y-y-yes… I am quite f—"

And then unconsciousness devoured him and he fell from the horse.

"Aoujii!"

The thief went back for his accomplice, silently cursing himself. What was he doing? The guards could easily follow them and he was going back? What if the guards caught up with them?

Aoujii was unconscious on the ground, pale and losing blood? Bakura eyed the other's body looking for possible wounds. Turning his accomplice around to look at his back, he saw a huge blood stain just on top of the kidney. He knew from that instant that the other had already lost a huge amount of blood.

"Damn it, why didn't you tell me?" he hissed as he carried the other, amazed on how light the other was, with him to his horse.

Bakura stared at Aoujii's unconscious form, his thoughts wandering. What was wrong with him? It was highly unnatural for him to go back for another, accomplice or not. They were thieves; they knew the risks of getting into trouble. So why did he went back?

The thief shook his head. He was merely overreacting. Nothing was wrong with him; perhaps it just hit him that he should pay the other back for saving him from the townsfolk days ago.

The smell of something burning snapped him out of his thoughts and he cursed. Their food was burning! Damn. Bakura ran to take the food out of the fire, burning his hand along with it.

"Ow, Ra damn that stupid pot!" he cursed as he wrapped his hand. Something was definitely wrong with him.

They had gone back to his hideout so that he could tend to Aoujii's wounds, blaming the other for not telling him. If he told him he was wounded then something could have been done.

'Like what?'

'We could part ways, in this case, if he passes out, I won't have to find him.'

Bakura shook his head from his thoughts. No one was that cruel, not even him. The thief gazed at the other again, focusing his attention to the other's lithe form. He was impressed that although his accomplice was quite small in size, he could take down anyone.

He sighed as he lied back beside the unconscious form and took a nap, annoyingly dreaming of crimson red eyes, muscled bronzed chest, and tri-colored hairs.

Concluding taking naps was a bad idea, Bakura rose from bed and headed outside. Why would he dream of such things? Perhaps he was already getting crazy. Things don't make sense. First he goes back for Aoujii, then he takes the other back to his supposed 'secret' hideout and now he dreams of his unconscious partner.

Now where did that come from?

Groaning, Bakura threw a nearby rock in frustration. There was something intriguing about that Aoujii that was for sure. It was like his accomplice was a magnet and he, sadly, was attracted to him.

Something about the guy made him care. And there were still matters about Aoujii's supposed skills in robbing tombs. It looked like Aoujii was inexperienced. He was hesitant to take those goods, and that, seriously is unbecoming a thief. What if he made a mistake? What if the Aoujii he met wasn't really a thief? What if he was just a son of a rich bastard who couldn't tolerate his parents and left, looking for adventure or stuff? Well that was quite normal.

Bakura soon scratched that thought out of his head. The guy doesn't look rebellious enough to do that. Perhaps there were other reasons. That was possible.

And all those times he was spilling some of his secrets to a person who could throw him to jail? Worst, he brought someone to his hideout. This isn't good, Bakura thought.

But what if he was judging too fast? What if the other wasn't really a thief but perhaps an assassin and he was going to Memphis to kill the pharaoh?

Or the prince?

'Whoever he may be, I don't care. I'm not letting him go.'

And where the hell did that come from? Possessiveness was a sign of affection towards someone. Bakura growled.

He. Was. Not. Falling. For. Aoujii.

That. Is. Not. Possible.

Bakura repeated the mantra in anger. But if he didn't then why did his heart fluttered madly when he took the other's hand in his back in the tomb to escape?

Bakura nodded, as if agreeing to something. Yes, he was getting crazy after all. The pharaoh wished he never messed with his family else he wouldn't have to mess up with a crazy thief who was falling for an accomplice whose identity remains unknown.

Yup, crazy, crazy, crazy, Bakura.

A/N: I finally had enough inspiration to write this chapter! Thank god! I hope the shifting of names from 'Atemu' to 'Aoujii' isn't confusing. Oh yeah, thanks for reviewing the last chapters, guys! Love you so much… (ME: grins)

I guess you're also wondering why I didn't use 'Yami' huh? Because mainly, if I use his future self name, then it won't sound like Egyptian anymore. Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't Yami a Japanese word? And oh, don't ask me what 'Aoujii' means. I just made it up.