A/N: I just want to write... And my updating is so fast because I have no life...
Last night had been the worst night in Malik's life. He hadn't been able to sleep one eye full with the noise the other people in the next room made and with his fear for them. And laying on the floor didn't help much either. When the morning finally came and the torches in the cave were lit again, he was staying awake with the mere power of adrenalin.
The thief woke up too and sat up, getting ready to leave somewhere. He glanced to check that the boy was still there and got up. Malik's stomach made a noise, indicating that it wanted food. "I'm hungry..." He said carefully, glancing hopefully at the man. Faster than he could react, an apple made contact with his head. "Ow!" He held his head, that hurt.
"You're welcome." The thief snorted and made his way to the door. "Stay here until I get back."
Malik glared at his back. "Jerk..." He mumbled. Where was he supposed to go anyway? Nowhere with the scary men in the next room. He took a bite of his apple, getting up to look around in the room. There was a lot of all sort of interesting things, probably stolen. In the pile in the corner were jewelry, vases, coins and then there were the clothes that looked really fancy. All just lying around like that... His capturer didn't seem to be the neatest person.
Malik went to the pile and searched through it curiously. He stopped to admire a few objects and recognized some, being careful not to make a worse mess all the while. The clothes reminded him of the time when he was younger and Isis had gotten him to play a dressing up game with her. They dressed up in sheets and such, pretending that they were fancy dresses. He had heard some comments from the other boys about it but hadn't minded them. A tear rolled down his cheek when he thought of his family, wondering if he would ever see them again. Malik greatly doubted that he would, unless he somehow found a way to escape but that seemed unlikely. More tears rolled from his eyes and he sat down on the floor, hugging his knees and rocking himself slowly. He didn't even know where he were. Somewhere in the desert, but where exactly? How far was the town? They had rode so long in the darkness that there was noway he could find his way back. Malik wasn't one to give up easily but he could be realistic.
His thoughts wondered to his kidnapper. What was he going to do with him? He wasn't going to be eaten but why was he here? It wasn't like he was very valuable or could do something terribly useful. He could clean and cook some but that was about it. That and he could run like mad.
The men in the other room yelled something or other again. Why did they have to be so noisy?
"Where are you little boy?" Called a voice from the door way. Malik was conveniently sitting behind the bed so the man couldn't see him. "Come out..." The voice was closer now and and Malik's heart started to beat faster, he really didn't want to be found.
"Come on, you brat. You don't really want to stay here with him, do you?" The man asked. No, he didn't but it was better than with the scary man. Malik just had to struggle a bit to keep his mouth shut. Next time the person spoke, his voice was farther away and the boy felt relieved. "You just don't know what's good for you, do you? Suit yourself then, knowing him, he'll make you his personal pleasure toy or something."
What did he mean by that? Malik peeked carefully from his hideout and saw the makeshift door flap. The man had left. He stood up and dusted himself off, the floor was dirty. He was still wondering about what the man had said, when there was a huge sound of laughter made him jump. Couldn't those guys shut up? He felt like telling them to shut up but decided not to, it was probably better for his health anyway.
He sat on the bed and sighed. Where was the kidnapper person anyway? He had questions. Malik thought about his siblings again. Were they worried about him? Did they miss him?
"Here, put this on!" Isis handed Malik a colorful piece of cloth. Malik took it and wrapped it around his neck. "Aw! You look so cute!"
"No I don't!" He said and glared. He looked ridiculous. He was wearing a sheet, Rishid's too big sandals and the colorful piece of cloth. Isis too had her own sheet but she somehow managed to look less laughable.
"I know!" Isis exclaimed. "I can be the princess of Egypt and you can be my sister."
"No way! I'm not a girl! I'm the pharaoh!"
"You can't be the pharaoh when you look like a girl." Isis pointed out.
"Hey!"
Isis bolted to run away from her pissed of brother. He chased her around the streets and many boys his age saw him in the grab he was in too. Some laughed and pointed but he was too busy catching his sister. She was going to pay!
The tears were threatening to fall again but he wiped his eyes stubbornly on his hand. Crying wouldn't help him now. If he wanted to get through this he needed to be strong, not some crybaby. Though he missed his family already, he couldn't just cry after them, that wouldn't get him anywhere closer to them.
Some yelling was heard from the other space again and he glared at the makeshift door. It was probably somewhere near afternoon now, though it was difficult to say without the sun. Malik was starting to get hungry again and he wondered if there was something to eat in the room. He looked around again, finding a pot of water and a stash of fruit and dried meat.
He looked around quickly to make sure there was no one to see him and picked another apple and some meat, without forgetting to take a sip of the water. He ate very quickly to avoid getting caught, he didn't want to know what happened to those who stole from a thief. At least he had gotten terribly pissed of yesterday when someone touched his belongings. Malik frowned, now if he remembered correctly, he was referred as the thief's possession as well. Technically he had stolen him but that didn't mean that he was his, like some slave or something.
The people made some noise again but it was cut short when a distantly familiar voice yelled them to shut the hell up. Malik quickly stuffed the rest of the food in his face and went to his place in the corner, next to the treasures.
Soon the man entered the room. He huffed angrily and kicked some of his belongings out of the way. Then he suddenly stopped on his tracks and looked around, eyes narrowing. His eyes snapped at Malik who wanted nothing more then to disappear from the face of the Earth.
"You have been touching my things." The man accused.
"I was just looking around..." Malik said quietly. "I'm sorry..." He didn't feel like getting further in his bad side.
"Just don't touch anything. And don't steal from me either, you'll have to do something for the food you stole."
"How did you-? I was just hungry..."
"You should have waited for me. I won't let you starve, I take good care of my possessions." He sat on the edge of the bed, still facing Malik who wasn't too happy about being called 'possession'. "What? You have a problem with being mine?"
"Yes... I'm not some thing."
"Well, from no on you are. A little bratty thing that can't keep his hand off other people's stuff."
Malik glared. "I'm not a brat either."
"Yes you are. The not touching what's mine was the first rule, the second one is don't backtalk to me, got it?"
Malik said nothing, just stared back.
"That and do as I say, and, don't go out, unless of course, I tell you to."
Malik noticed that the rules were in weird order but didn't say anything, not being the biggest fan of being told what to do.
"And now the brat became mute..." The man muttered.
"Malik."
"What?"
"My name is not brat, it's Malik."
"Whatever." He said and flopped down on the bed, placing his hands behind his head, not saying anything after that. Malik kept sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees. The floor wasn't very comfortable and he moved around to get into better position or find a softer spot on the floor.
"Stop that!" The man snapped suddenly.
"What?"
"Keep still, it's annoying."
"I'm uncomfortable."
"I don't care."
"I would stay still if I wasn't so uncomfortable." Malik tried, it was worth a shot. The thief glanced at him and threw a blanket at him.
"Now stop moving around."
"Ok, thanks." Malik placed the blanket on the floor and sat on it, it was way more comfortable than the stone floor. "What's your name?" He asked curiously. He didn't want to keep calling him 'the thief' in his head.
"Bakura."
After that it was silent, apart from few noises from the outside. A familiar shout reminded Malik of the things the man had said earlier. He frowned in thought, trying to figure it out. Then he glanced at Bakura, wondering if he knew what the man had meant and if he dared to ask. His curiosity slowly got the best of him and he just blurted his question out.
"Bakura? What's a personal pleasure toy?"
He sat up and looked strangely at Malik who just looked openly curios. "Why do you want to know that?"
"I heard a man use it and were just wondering what it was..."
"Well, it's not something a kid like you needs to know."
"I want to know."
Bakura ran a hand through his head. "It's a person who... whose only purpose is to pleasure someone else."
Malik's eyebrows knitted together. That sounded like a slave to him. "Ok..."
"Why did you want to know so bad anyway?"
Malik told about the man that had came to the room and said things like that.
"He's dead" Bakura stated but didn't do anything about it. "Telling things like that to a kid... I'm not some pedophile." He mumbled.
"What's a pedophile?"
"You don't even want to know. How old are you anyway?"
"Thirteen."
"That's... nice..." With that he flopped back down on the bed and Malik decided he could sleep a bit now, suddenly remembering that he's very tired. He wrapped the blanket around him and, using his arm as a pillow, fell asleep.
Bakura was lying down, wondering what was he supposed to do with the kid. Taking him with him had been a spur of a moment thing so he really didn't have anything planed for him. He would have to think of something useful or he'd just have to kill the brat. And then there was the fact that the brat seemed to be very nosy and not so co-operative. Though he was nice to look at, Bakura smirked as he watched Malik sleep among his other treasure. Maybe he had some special skill, he had out ran the guards after all.
Bakura would just have to think of something.
A/N: The second chapter, not much longer than the first one but that felt like a good place to end it.
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