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Chapter 13 : The Three Devils

Aya glared at Bakura and Ryou as they smiled. Dripping wet, she got out from under her covers, shaking off much like a dog would. "And you threw water on me…. why?" she questioned, looking agitated.

Bakura just smirked wider as he replied, "You just refused to wake up now, didn't you?" Aya growled as the Thief King exited, triumphant. Ryou interjected before she could take action against the rebel.

"Aya, you know he meant no harm by it." he insisted, still holding back the infuriated girl. Aya just sighed and turned away, pulling out her jet black pants and gray tank top. She'd acquired this outfit from one of her practice missions with the two thieves.

It had been over 3 months since she'd run away and she didn't intend to leave a debt un-repaid. Aya owed Seth the ass-whooping of a lifetime for what the psychopath had done to her. In that time, she'd grown used to the customs and cultures of the modern thief's lifestyle. She'd also gotten closer to a certain kind-hearted thief…

Ryou leaned forward, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before tearing off in the opposite direction, the thought of seeing her face after the kiss mortifying. And he was absolutely right.

Aya's mouth draped open, welcoming steady wind flow in the underground cavern. Her eyes were round as saucers and she couldn't believe it. In all this time, he'd just now gotten the courage to kiss her! She grinned to herself. Maybe she could get used to that…

Bakura stood at the practice field, tapping his foot impatiently. Anyone who knew them would expect him to be waiting for his newest comrade, the girl Aya. But, in fact, he was waiting for his one and only twin, whom he had a closer bond to than most would expect.

Ryou emerged over the hillside, breathless. He panted at his counterpart's feet.

"Well?" the Thief King questioned, leaning over to meet eyes with the white haired boy.

Ryou looked up into the crimson orbs that met him. "Well what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"How did it go?" He smirked as he saw the blood-red of his brother's cheeks. He is far too nervous. Bakura concurred, shaking his head.

"Did you kiss her?"

Ryou pulled back, a little uncomfortable. "Um, well, yeah, but not-." Ryou was cut off when Bakura sighed, turning around and plopping onto the earth. "What?" the younger boy wondered aloud.

"You didn't do it, huh?"

"Well, kind of…"

"How can you kind of kiss someone?" Bakura turned on his partner.

"Um, I caught her cheek and-."

"Then you win!" Bakura handed over the three gold coins he'd put up for grabs, turning and beginning the decent to the 'Lair'. Ryou gave him a questioning look as Bakura craned his head around, a genuine, malicious smile across his features. "Now we just got to find out what she thought about it."

Ryou's eyes widened as he barreled after Bakura, yelling about how he couldn't do that, but Bakura just kept grinning and sprinted harder.

It's just like when we were little…. he mused, closing his eyes, slowing down, and letting Ryou tackle him to the ground, where they wrestled like little boys.

Aya walked from her room, making her way towards the training grounds. Believe it or not, the cave was nearly empty. The celebration of the girl's first heist forgotten and left behind.

After that, she was known as Diablo de Morca, or Devil of Death. She needed some kind of alias. Ryou was 'Sierra Diablo', or Desert Devil , and, as everyone knew, The Thief King. (A/N What? You didn't think that was a real name did you? )

She waltzed at a steady pace. Before long, the thief girl came across her two friends writhing in the sand, seeming to be honing up on their hand-to-hand combat.

Aya stepping in, pushing them apart. "Break it up! Save it for the crowds who pay!" she teased, gaining a cold stare from Bakura and that deep blush from Ryou that melted away at her heart. She smiled inwardly.

"Now, are we going to train today or just stand around like complete idiots?" She grinned, this time warming Ryou's heart up.

None of the two cheerful, and one who didn't act so, but was, thieves could ever see the horror that awaited them once they finally braved the terrible and fierce dangers of the Palace, nor did they realize that Seth had taken action, and finally achieved the goal that had been many years in the making: he'd hired new guards!

Atemu stepped from his room, waiting for Mana and the Dark Magician to lead him to the temple. They were going to work on his Shadow skills a little.

Ever since the arising of the Three Devils, as Bakura and his band were called, the entire palace had been on their guards, not taking any chances with security.

Shadow games made no exceptions.

After waiting long enough, Atemu began to trace the path he'd grown tired of. "Take a left at Seth's, another at Mana's, go out the door next to Aya-."

The Pharaoh pause upon his slip up. Who was Aya? Where did the name ring a bell? He'd have to investigate that…

Atemu tumbled as Mana tackled him, sitting on top of him with wide eyes. Atemu grunted under her weight, "What? What's wrong?"

Mana looked him dead in the eyes and whispered intensely. "It's Malik. He's awake!"

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