Black Roses666: And here is the update of this ficcy! I hope you guys enjoy it!
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CHAPTER 1
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My whole life was close to normal. I have no memory whatsoever of my mother for she died when I was born, as for my father, he died of a deadly disease when I was merely three years of age. Because of this, I am not exactly sure how my parents were like at all, Ra took them away from me when I was very young.
Before my father died, however, he trusted me to his close friend who took me in and raised me as his own…well, not exactly. I was actually raised as their, what you may call a servant. It wasn't much, to be honest, for sometime I have befriended his son, Bakura, who was only a few days older than I, myself.
We were the closest of friends, often times mistaken as lovers, but it didn't matter. We were mostly like brother and sister, but maybe, we were somehow bestridden by our parents, but we never knew. We were probably too young to understand.
Still, life was perfectly normal…and so my story begins on my fifth birthday…
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"Bakura, stop it, I'm tired and you're making me wet!" a small girl shouted, but amidst the loud tone, she was still laughing whenever her male companion splashed her with the glistening waters of the Nile.
The boy simply laughed, but stopped making his friend suffer; for he was getting a bit too annoyed with her consistent complaints. As the girl dried off, he took some time to take in her features.
She had short, ebony hair that merely reached her shoulders; her skinned tanned a brownish shade; her hazel eyes gleaming with happiness; and her ragged dress was soaked wet with water.
He still never understood why others would mistake them as siblings, the two looked so different.
Unlike her, he had white, shoulder length hair; his skin a bit of a darker shade; his fierce crimson eyes showed some sort of innocence; and he wore a ragged shirt and shorts, also soaked by the water of the Nile.
Yes, the two were both poor, but they found high amusement in the little things in life, like playing senselessly in the Nile River. The gods were in their favor as the day showed nothing but true perfection. Ra couldn't be kinder.
"Kanika, just have fun; it is the fifth day of your birth!" the boy, Bakura laughed, crossing his arms over his chest as if resisting the very urge to splash his friend once again.
The girl, Kanika, looked up at the hot sun for a moment before stepping out of the river. Bakura frowned but followed the suit. Both children grabbed a bucket and gathered some fresh water.
"We better go now, Bakura. I still need to make dinner before your father comes home from another raid…" she noted as the two started to head their way back home, to the place called Kru-Elna.
That is right; Bakura's father is a thief. He decided to steal some of the palace gold and he predicts, being the famous thief that he is, he would come back home at supper.
In fact, the land of Kru-Elna is full of thieves, tomb robbers, tomb raiders, assassins, and whatnots. Consider this as a warning for all those who plan to enter; a soldier may come in, but he comes out a thief, or completely skinned.
"Well, that is if my father does come back home alive…" he sighed, remembering the last raid his father went to. He was almost caught if it had not been for the love of Ra that he managed to run away quickly.
"Try having faith in your old man, I mean, he is one of the village's finest thieves!" she chimed up, sprinkling confidence in every word she said as her eyes sparkled.
"He's a thief…sooner or later; he'll be caught…that is what he told me…he knows…"
"You really hate him, don't you?"
"After what he put you, me...my sister and mom through…I don't think I could forgive him…"
"Smile, Bakura; today is the day the gods brought me to this world. We simply must rejoice for a change!
The white haired boy passed her a smile, but being careful at the same time not to spill the precious water. After all, their village was very poor. The Pharaoh probably didn't care about a small community that they had to resort to thieving as the only way one could live.
And they were damn good at it to.
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"Oh, Kanika, before I forget…" Bakura fished through one of his pockets and took out a small rope tied together like a necklace, lashed on it was a single, small piece of gold that shimmered wonderfully under the sun.
"Here…" he said, handing it over to her, "this belonged to my older sister before she…died with my mother. I have one as well, and I think this would make a good gift…"
She took the gift and slipped it over her head, allowing the gold piece to dangle around her neck. She then hid it under her dress to hide it from the thieves. Pay heed, when you live in Kru-Elna, you cannot trust those whom you don't consider as friends.
"It's beautiful, Bakura. I know your mother and sister are happy riding with Ra on his boat…" she smiled.
"We'll be friends forever, promise?"
"I promise…"
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And on and on they went with their journey back home, talking mostly about the future Ra has in store for them. It was highly expected of both of them to become ruthless thieves, especially with their ancestors' blood running through their veins.
"I don't know about you…" Bakura started, shielding his eyes from the unforgiving sun, "but I don't wish to be a thief…it's just not the thing I wish to be remembered as…you understand, don't you?"
Kanika nodded, "it's pointless to be a thief…there's no meaning to it. I mean, I know we've lost our families, but we still have each other as friends, so why should we go on and steal? There's a lot more things to do in life…"
"My father was obviously too blind to see it…"
"So was mine…"
On and on they went back, but when they were both near Kru-Elna, they saw smoke; smoke coming from nothing else but fire that burned all living and nonliving things to ashes. It alarmed the two as they dropped their buckets and ran back to what they hope is still home.
At their arrival, they saw something one must not have seen at a young, fragile age of five.
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The buildings of the one durable village of Kru-Elna, which was built by the inhabitants with their sweat and blood, were burning down by the fiercest of all fires ever; untamed, unwatched, uncontrolled. The noxious smoke was intoxicating, and it alone could kill the whole village.
Soldiers working for none other than the Pharaoh himself slaughtered all the people they saw, spilling their blood onto the sand, creating horrid smelling puddles of crimson.
It was madness; it was insanity; it was considered as the most sadistic, violent, brutal, and ferocious sight one could ever witness, especially in the eyes on two young five year old kids who remained isolated peacefully in their village.
Bakura quickly wrapped his arms around Kanika's waist and pulled her close to him, pressing her head to his chest and whispering her to stop struggling.
She was crying; pouring every single tear she could muster onto her friend. He was looking away from it all, telling her, as well as himself that this was all a dream. Both tried to block out those shouts and screams of pain, and those cruel, bloodthirsty laughs.
"Kanika, we must get out of here! Ra knows what they may do to us if they see us here!" Bakura exclaimed, trying to move her along with him, away from the horrendous sight.
She couldn't move, her feet were glued to the ground, controlled by sheer fear itself. It was trauma in its strongest form, and it was on her birthday, making matters even worse.
"Why! How could the Pharaoh do such a thing!" she shouted, pounding her comrade's chest with a fist, blinded. It was as if she couldn't care about anything else, not even her life, except for the poor lives being slaughtered.
"Kanika, this village is full of thieves. My father must've been caught and he told them of our village. Please, Kanika, for the love of Ra, we must get out of here quickly before we are caught!"
She looked up at him, hazel eyes full of fear and sorrow.
"I…I can't move! Ra may have nailed my feet to the ground!" she started to shake in his arms, not being able to contain the fear any longer. One question rang in her mind: 'Ra, why do you hate us so? We are only trying to live…'
The fire rose higher, engulfing every one of the villagers in its heat, turning them back to the ashes from which they came from, and once were. Ra hated this village, and now, this was their punishment for all they have done.
"Come on Kanika, you can do this!"
"No; I can't move!"
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It was too late for them by that time. Soldiers spotted the two of them and after talking amongst themselves; they got on their horses and raced off towards the two children before they could even escape.
The horses surrounded the two, giving no opening for them. Bakura and Kanika hugged each other tightly, thinking of what they may do to her.
"What should we do with them?"
"That boy looks like that bastard thief…knock him unconscious and leave him to die. He's just a kid so he won't survive a single day."
"What of the girl…?"
"Bring her to the palace. The Pharaoh will do away with her…"
"Understood…"
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That's exactly what they did. They tore me away from my childhood friend, knocked him unconscious, and left him on the sand to rot. It was a crude act, and the last thing I remembered was being hoisted onto one of the horses, struggling and shouting for help even though I know no help would come to me, and then everything blacked out.
I knew, though, that at that moment, it was probably the last time I'd ever see that white haired friend of mine…
Well, that was what I thought, at least…
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Black Roses666: And that is the end of this chapter! Please review!
