Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugi-Ou. I just play ownership on the internet.

A/N: This takes place some time before the Egypt Arch saga. I imagine around half a year before. Again, I hope any anti-Semitism is seen as proving a point that is not anti-Semitic.

Dialogue Guide:
"Hebrew"
"Egyptian"

Mock Forms
Chapter V: Come Rescue Me

Jono sat staring at Thief King as he stared back. It was a very awkward few minutes; until, Jono soon refrained and looked around the house. It was empty besides himself and the rebel. It took him another moment to realize his situation and that Thief King was in his home.

Thief King decided that the confusion was the perfect time to sneak out. Jono didn't agree pouncing on him as he tried to slink out the door. Thief King was beginning to see a pattern. It was impossible to sneak away from these people.

"What did you steal, thief!" Jono said as he pinned the Thief King with his arm pulled behind his back. The other arm was firmly sandwiched between Thief King's chest and the ground. It was not a comfortable position.

"No...nothing." Thief King said with difficulty. His arm was digging into his chest and the man on his back was making it hard for him to breath. I was obvious, he had caught thieves before.

"Yeah right!" Jono yelled angrily. "I know your kind. You hover like vultures then kill, whoever lets you in, in their sleep and then rob them blind."

Thief King didn't know whether to be offended or complimented. If every thief had a reputation like that, no one would chase them off. "I don't have anything! Get off of me!"

Jono groaned suspiciously but got off of him. "I didn't think Kur-Elnans were still around."

Thief King froze and turned for a moment. "How do you know about Kur Elna?"

Jono pointed to Thief King's hair. "Only Kur Elnans have white hair."

Thief King looked at his bangs hanging in front of his eyes. They were indeed white. He snorted turning away from Jono with his arms crossed. "Whatever." He turned his head toward him again. "I didn't steal anything. I was watching the house."

Jono almost bursted out laughing. "You! You people can't guard anything! You're thieves!"

Thief King spun around defensively. This was exactly why he didn't share company. Even years later, he was still one of 'those people'. "Shut up!" he growled. "Someone harboring Hebrews doesn't have any room to talk!"

Jono was taken aback. The thief knew about Habib. "How do you know anything about that!" Jono snarled.

Thief King smirked. "I've been here for three days already. Its hard to hide a detail like that." Thief King said and turned to leave. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get my only patron out of trouble."

"Patron?" Jono said confused. "Your... what?"

Thief King had forgotten for a moment that Jono had no idea what was going on. He sighed this would be a burden. "Your sister and that..."

"Habib."

"That Hebrew stormed off to the palace. I'm going to go get her."

Jono turned white and appeared shocked. "They..."

"Yeah. I was going to go get her out."

"And Habib?" Jono still looked in shock.

"Not my problem." Thief King was by now half out the door.

Jono recovered. "I'm coming too!"

Thief King groaned. He knew it had been only a matter of time. "You'll get in the way. I can get in and out without anyone even knowing I was there."

Jono began to think straight again. He had been in bad situations before and he had always gotten everyone out in one piece. "Then what?"

Thief King looked at him with confusion.

"If you break out two prisoners, they'll be criminals. We'll be criminals."

"Technically, you would be and my reward fee would just go up." Thief King mused. It was a cruel statement but a genuine one. He was odd like that.

"We have to find another way." Jono stood thinking for a minute.

Thief King fidgeted. He didn't like waiting like this.

"That coat of yours."

Thief King looked down at it. It was maroon, big and made of wool.

"Most don't wear red coats unless..." Jono gave him the same mischievous glare that Safiya had.

Thief King felt a knot in his throat. Was everyone in this house crazy? "Unless?"

"Unless, they're a king." Jono smiled. "We can get in. It's a long shot but we can."

Thief King didn't like the sound of that one bit.

Habib had been taken to the dungeons of the palace. He wasn't shackled even after the incident earlier. He had settled almost instantly after the trial. The guards had had no trouble with him. He just walked with them silently and did as they told him to. He didn't have it in him anymore. He just wanted to sit in his cell. Jono was dead. He had been convicted for his murder. The injustice of the accusation hadn't hurt him. It didn't seem to matter that he was going to be executed. It didn't matter that Set kept walking past his cell. That he was eyeing him trying to find a way to extract his ka. He could have it. All he wanted at this point was to sit quietly.

Set walked in front of the cell and looked in at Habib. He had been checking on him every hour or so. His ka had been revealed during the trial and he wanted that lion. The only concern at the moment was that the ka would morph. He had been sitting motionless in the corner of his cell for almost a day now. It could effect the ka. "Has he moved?"

The guard jumped slightly. "No. He hasn't done anything. I don't like it though. He makes the other prisoners angry. They don't like staring space with a Hebrew."

Set looked around. It seemed that the other prisoners were indeed unhappy with their dungeon companion. He turned back to Habib. He had to maintain the ka. "Hebrew."

Habib didn't answer. He wanted nothing to do with the priest. He wanted nothing to do with any of this. He wanted, at the very least, out of Egypt.

"Hebrew!" Set tapped his rod on the bars of the cell. It made an obnoxious clanging sound. "Hebrew!"

Habib growled to himself at first. The clanging was echoing in his head. "Shut up!"

Set would have been insulted but there really wasn't a point. He was already on the list for execution, why bother. "Hebrew, there is no point to getting worked up. You couldn't honestly think that you'd get away with murdering him."

Habib felt a sharp pain in his chest. The priest couldn't have said anything to hurt him more. If he weren't so exhausted, he would have lashed out. He had no reason to remain calm and decent and no reason not to abandon his principles. He was a convicted murderer. He was guilty no matter what his crimes. He would be written as a murderer and that was that. He didn't have the strength to though. Not even to that reply. He wanted his friend and that was that.

Safiya was faring better than Habib. Mahado had found a place for her to sit. He thought that it must be some misunderstanding. Perhaps she was one of the servants sisters or something. She just seemed too innocent to him and the ring thought so as well. Akunadin thought of her as a criminal however and Mahado had to respect that. He found a place to sought both ends. He got her a place on the far end of the palace away from anything and near to the dungeons. He was sure it was a misunderstanding however and that it was only a matter of time before it was sorted out. "How are you, now?"

Safiya was shaken and still sniffling. Mahado imagined that it was the shock from Akunadin. He was rather intimidating and she was such a small girl. She looked up at him meekly. "I was looking for someone."

Mahado nodded to himself. It was obvious what had happened. She was going to see someone in the palace, hadn't gotten an invite and snuck in. It wasn't the smartest thing in the world but it was perfectly benign. She was obviously not one of the sinners plaguing Egypt. "Don't worry. I'll go speak with the other priests. You'll be out of here soon." With that reassurance, Mahado walked off to go talk with the other priests.

He found Akunadin with the priests, Shada and Kalim. Mahado approached calmly. "I found a place for the girl."

"You mean, you locked up the criminal?" Akunadin asked.

"The girl is on a bench on the far end of the palace."

"You left the criminal alone!" The three priests looked shocked and appalled.

"She isn't dangerous. Not in my opinion." Mahado groaned to himself as the three priests eyed him angrily. "She must have come in to see a loved one. She isn't a criminal. She's just very unlucky. She is not a sinner and that is what we are assigned to protect against."

Akunadin and Shada looked unconvinced but,. Kalim was willing to believe Mahado. The man had wonderful intuition and the ring was powerful in these areas.

"I say we test her with the scales." Akunadin suggested. Shada agreed almost instantly. He was compelled to be thorough.

"She is harmless." Mahado seemed annoyed. The young girl was around the age of his own pupil, Mana.

"Then she has nothing to fear." Shada looked decided and it was impossible to change his mind once it was made up.

Safiya sat where Mahado had left her. She had considered getting up and looking for Habib but she thought it unwise. She didn't know anything about the palace and it would definitely put her in a bad light with the nice priest she had met. So she waited on the bench.

Serq was out for a walk at the time on that end of the palace. He came to a turn and saw the girl. It was unusual. He had never seen the young girl in the palace. Nonetheless, he smiled cheerfully and approached the girl. He wanted some attention as it was terribly dull for someone his age. The priests were always busy and Mana was a bit too much for him most of the time. He stopped by the side of the bench with his hands behind his back and leaned closer to her. "Hello."

She jumped. He startled her, she hadn't even heard him coming. "Hello?" He seemed familiar and it wasn't in a good way.

"Are you visiting the palace?" He said with a slight giggle. His hands were still behind his back and still smiled cheerfully.

Safiya felt hesitant at first. She couldn't shake the feeling that she knew him. "I'm looking for a friend." She said bashfully looking at the ground. "He's a Hebrew who is in the palace."

Serq thought to himself. He didn't know many of the slaves in the palace. He stuck to his room mostly. "I have..."

It was then that the priest approached. Akunadin, Kalim and Shada all looked stoic as Mahado looked more irritable. Safiya began to tremble at the sight of the priests. She had never seen them so angry. Serq stood slightly behind her stroking her hand. He still hadn't completely recovered from the angry priests from a few days ago. "See, she's shaking! She's afraid to be judged!" Akunadin announced pointing at the girl.

She winced and jumped slightly. Serq also jumped. Both were more than a little shaken by the entire affair. "Serq is also shaking." Mahado chimed in placing himself between the two and the priests. "He was proven innocent. They're scared. It is not a sign of their guilt."

Safiya liked the kind priest. She thought that the King could learn a thing or two from him. "I-I am not scared." Safiya knew it was a lie. She was terrified but she needed to save Habib and if this was the only way then so be it. Besides after she was proven innocent, she could explain to the priests and maybe even the Pharaoh. The leaders of the kingdom were surely kind and they would fit this mess.

Mahado moved out of the way and smiled at Safiya. He seemed pleased with her bravery. Kalim stepped forward and lifted the scale before her. Serq cringed nervously squeezing her hand. Safiya was shaking slightly. The scale began to wobble. All of the priests were silent. Then it tilted. Mahado looked shocked as did Serq. Safiya was unable to do anything.

Akunadin looked outraged. "WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU DONE!"

Thief King and Jono sat a few yards from the entrance to the palace. Jono was thinking of exactly the right time to set their plan in motion.

Thief King was eyeing the palace too. He knew Diabound could easily get through the walls but then what. Stealing an object was one thing or spying, but a break out that was complicated at best. "If you were to choice, which would it be? If worse came to worse, that is."

"Choice?"

"Between the Hebrew and your sister." Thief King asked. "Its your sister, isn't it?"

Jono glared at him for a moment. "Both of them."

Thief King looked at him surprised. One eyebrow raised. "No matter what then?"

"No matter what." Jono said solidly.

Thief King looked away from Jono with a shrug and toward the palace. "I don't know why that Hebrew means so much to you but... if things get too bad, I'm leaving. I'm not stupid."

Jono looked at Thief King for a while before turning toward the palace. "You are nothing but a dirty Kuru."

"And you're nothing but a hypocritical Hebrew sympathizer." Thief King said. "Anyway, I'm Bakura."

"I prefer dirty Kuru."

Thief King didn't answer. Sometimes even the king of thieves has to lie down and take things. He owed the girl that much for coming to his rants and for not kicking him out. "So what is your plan?"

The guards stood outside the gates more alert than usual. It had been a busy week for them with the insane Hebrew, that girl and several trials. It made them on edge. However, the next site was anything but what they were expecting. Two men approached the gate. One was in a large coat and absolutely covered with jewelry. He had a rather large metal something on his head and stood stoic despite almost looking humorous. If the guards hadn't known better, they'd swear he was from Kul Elna. The other man was dressed in significantly less jewelry and more common attire. He appeared to be chatting with the other man as they approached. The guards felt completely clueless to what was going on.

"Is the Pharaoh ready to see us?" Jono asked confidently.

"What?" The guards looked at him puzzled.

"The Pharaoh." Jono waved his hand toward Bakura. "This is King, Kul-Ba..."

The guards stared blankly.

"You mean you've never..." Jono looked at them shocked. He looked at Bakura out of the corner of his eye.

Bakura looked back. "This is...OUTRAGEOUS! THE NERVE! AS SOON AS MY PEOPLE HERE ABOUT THIS..." He was on a roll. He was no beginner to rhetoric and his speeches were comparable to the Pharaoh, himself.

The guards jumped and began waving their hands. "No! No! Of course, we've heard of you!" The guards moved out of the way and extended one arm toward the open path. "We must have made a mistake. I'm sure the Pharaoh is anxiously awaiting you." Both of the guards seemed nervous and absolutely in a state of confusion.

Bakura nodded approvingly and walking in closely followed by Jono. They both slid behind a building wall and Bakura burst into a steady laugh. "I-I c-can't believe th-that worked!" He said still laughing.

Jono grinned. He agreed with the thief about that. He was surprised it worked too. "It won't work twice, though."

Bakura stopped laughing abruptly and looked up at him. "What?" Bakura's mood changed to almost irrate. "YOU GOT US IN HERE AND...!"

Jono hushed him. "That was stage one. All we have to do is keep it up. The guards are one thing but we need help to keep this up."

"Help?" Bakura looked at him suspiciously. "Are you holding out on my craftsman?"

Jono grinned. "Kinda."

Bakura raised one eyebrow.

"I could have gotten in by myself. I used to sneak in here all the time as a kid." Jono saw that Bakura was interested. "I used to come in through a tunnel by the gate. I had a lot of friends in the courtyard."

Bakura's eyes widened in surprise. "You are a clever little hypocrite."

Jono glared at him and turned toward the courtyard. He whistled and yelled something in Hebrew. Bakura didn't understand it but the tongue was recognizable. A small boy wandered away from the others and over to the two men. Jono whispered something to him. The little boy nodded and ran off. "I think we've got a way in."

"Once a Hebrew h.."

Jono interrupted. "Anyway, I asked for Jacob. He's the head of most of the slaves in the palace."

Bakura looked confused. "Slaves don't..."

Jono shook his figure. "Every sector has a Hebrew and Egyptian supervisor. It maintains more order that way. It used to be..."

"I don't need the details. So you know him?"

"By reputation... both ways."

"Perfect." Bakura groaned.

Jacob came over shortly. He appeared suspicious, annoyed and, most of all, nervous. "What is it?"

"Jacob, I need to ask you a favor. Its important."

Jacob looked irritated. "And you are?"

"Its me, Jonas. Remember?"

Jacob's eyes widened and he hugged Jono so tightly that he was lifted off the ground. Jacob babbled incoherently about it being "good to see him" and "how he had grown." Bakura however had taken several steps back and was utterly confused. He didn't understand a word of Hebrew and so the content of the conversation was beyond him.

"Jacob..." Jacob set Jono down. 'I need to ask you to help us get into the palace."

Jacob looked surprised and a little disappointed. "Jonas, that's not like you."

"I know but its about Habib. I have to get him out. It's the only way."

Jacob groaned and rubbed his head. "I don't know how much help you'll find here. Most of us think that the Egyptians are the cause of all of this trouble and that Habib is just a victim."

"Jacob, I need to get in. Can you try?"

He groaned again. "I'll try."

Jacob only managed to convince several of the older Hebrews to help him. The younger men and women wanted nothing to do with him. There was a strong resentment of the Egyptians and even rumors of a rebellion brewing. The older did not completely disagree but they remembered Jono as that strange little Egyptian boy who went by a Hebrew name. It was a pleasant nostalgia that they didn't want to give up.

The first two escorts were two men around thirty. Both had somewhat of a position in the palace and a strong enough following in the Hebrew community not to be bothered. "We'll take you to the palace. A woman named Dinah will be there. She'll take you to the dungeons. Adam is going to be taking a shift as a guard then. He'll let you by without any questions. Meanwhile, we have two women, maids to the priests, who will make sure that the Pharaoh isn't informed."

"What about the girl?" Bakura asked.

"She hasn't been to trial yet. We'll have Adam's son look into it. He carries water from the wells to the rooms of the palace."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

"Don't Jonas. We're just glad that someone cares outside of us." There was a pause. "Who's he?"

Jono looked over at the still overdressed Bakura. "Bakura. He's... a Kuru."

The two Hebrews appeared interested. "I didn't know anyone survived the plague."

Bakura's eye twitched. He would have said something but he wasn't talking to any more Hebrews.

Jono grinned as he followed the men through the courtyard. "I didn't either. Didn't they say it was a plague that happened all in one night?"

"Yeah. The Egyptians say it was Sekhmet, we say it was a work of God as well. They used to murder and rape anyone stupid or unfortunate enough to get too close to that village."

Bakura twitched and fidgeted.

"Yeah, I remember those. They were said to be a stupid people too. Mostly drunks and murderers."

The two men nodded as Bakura fumed to himself. The perception of Kul Elna was never going to change and he saw no sense in trying.

Safiya was quickly placed in line for a trial. She was terrified. She had no idea why she had failed the test of the scales. She had always been kind, gentle and by all standards good. Was it because she broken into the palace? She did not lie. She had told them the truth.

"Come in. Its time for the trial."

Safiya jumped and walked in. Serq was still clinging to her arm and no persuading could stop him. They both entered the main throne room. Atem sat on his throne overseeing the situation. Two guards had to, with some effort, pry Serq off of Safiya. This left her alone in front of both the Pharaoh and his priests.

"WHAT ELSE HAVE..." Akunadin began to yell at her.

Atem waved his hand and silenced the priest. "What is going on?"

Safiya's whole body was trembling. She didn't know what to do. So she did what she always did. "I broke into the palace, Lord Pharaoh."

Atem looked surprised. Usually criminals didn't admit their crimes so willingly. "Why?"

"I snuck into the palace to save my brother's friend, Habib." She was still shaking.

Atem didn't know what to say. She didn't seem to be lying. "Kalim. Shada, I think you need to test her again."

Both priests looked shocked. "But Pharaoh... the Sennen items are... never..."

"Just test her again."

The two priests begrudgingly tested the girl again. The scales was unswayed this time. She was innocent but before Shada could stop the Ankh, her ka was released.

The girl had found the experience less than pleasant and was dizzy on the floor. Above her hovered a small winged girl. The ka looked much like a small girl in a linen dress with pointed ears and small wing wings. The tiny ka fluttered nervously around her host and looked at the priests and Pharaoh with the uttermost confusion. The tiny ka was not the ka of a criminal.

Safiya looked up still sitting on the floor. She turned to the small fluttering creature. She knew her. It was a hard thing to explain. "Pharaoh..."

Atem looked over at the priests angrily. "What is going on in this country?"

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