Thief King Yami?!

Var: For the record I write these stories in WordPad because the computer I write them on is having trouble working, so don't complain if the chapters are too short. And another thing the chapters are short because I can't think of much to write.

Sephiroth: Can I be in the story yet?

Var: Later. Now on with the fic.

Thief King Yami?!

"Is he dead?" asked the first thief.

"I dunno," said the second poking Atemu with a stick. Atemu began to moan causing the third thief in the group to grab the stic and whack him over the head with it.

"Real mature," said the second thief.

"Let's get home," said the first thief picking up Atemu and swinging him onto his shoulder. "If you fart on me I'll kill you!"

"High Priest Mahaado?! High Priest Mahaado?!" cried the peasant as he ran through the palace grounds.

"Halt!" yelled the guards running after him. The peasant continued to run. He went from hall to hall remembering every detail so he wouldn't get lost on the way out. He kept running until he ran in the the priest.

"Priest Mahaado?!" gasped the peasant. Mahaado stared at him and made a move to call the guards. "It's the Pharaoh. He's been attacked. I saw it." The peasant went into a detailed description of what happened. When he had finished the High Priest stood mortified

"When did this happen?" queried the priest.

"Only a few hours ago, sir."

"Guards! To the river!" ordered Mahaado. "Lead the way peasant."

"Yes sir," said the peasant hurrying to do the priest's bidding.

(Mahaado seemed a little up himself in that paragraph. I wonder if he is really like that."

Off in the Valley of the Kings the thieves from the first paragraph had returned to their hideout with Atemu. Half ass-ed-ly placing him on a bed they called the other thieves and got to work on healing his wounds. After a while a fight broke out over who should use the MedPack. Atemu awoke just intime to see on of the thieves at another.

"Whoa horsey," coughed Atemu as he dodge a SteroidPack.

"He's awake!" said a blonde haired thiefess (a female thief). "Who are you?"

"I am Pharaoh Atemu, king of Egypt."

"Oh la la. Mister big shot," snickered a browm haired thief. After more snide comments the gang of thieves introduces themselves. Saskatchewan was the "Mister big shot", Samara was the blonde thiefess, Adam was the thief who hit Atemu with the stick and Varion ( :) ) was the thiefess who poked Atemu with a stick.

"Why where you died in the river?" asked Varion.

"What?"

"She means 'why where you lying half dead in the river?'" translated Saskatchewan. Atemu told the what little he could remember of the night before.

"Since he's the Pharaoh shouldn't we kill him?" Adam whispered to Saskatchewan.

"Yeah," agreed the older thief, "but Bakura wouldn't be to happy."

Var: Poor Atemu he's stuck with a bunch of thieves who work of one of his many enemies.

Bakura/crazed laughter\

Var: As a side note, I will only update stories when I get 5 reviews for the previous chapters. Anonymus reviews only count as 1 review (unless I like you). Merry Xmas and toodle-oo.

P.S. Please don't kill me for putting your name in the story as Samara, Samira.