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Chapter 2

Bakura woke when he realized that Keket was no longer in the bed. Panicking he rushed around to almost trip over Keket who was watching the sunrise. Looking up, Keket blinked at the disgruntled Bakura standing over her. "Is something wrong, Big Brother?" Bakura sighed, shook his head, and made to sit next to her but as he took a step she flung out her foot and flipped him face first into the sand. "If something's wrong you should tell me. I don't like secrets that aren't my own." She looked up at him. Bakura just realized something about her. So like any self respecting 8-year-old he asked.

"Why are your eyes silver?"

"I…don't know. Mama and Papa said they were like this when I was born."

"And your hair?" Keket smiled as she picked a silver lock from her hair.

"I don't know. Everything about me is weird. Mama always asked me how I can understand so much, but I don't know, I really don't."

"Oh." He just sat there with her for a moment, knowing that the only thing she needed right then was someone to be there for her. "Hey…can you fight?"

"Hmm…? Well, a little. We had just gotten to knives when…you know."

"Okay then, I'll teach you." He pulled a knife from somewhere. "You hold a knife like this…"

5 Years Later

With a loud THUMP! Bakura was on the floor panting with a triumphant Keket holding a knife to his throat. "YES!" she crowed with glee, "I did it! I finally beat you!"

"That's not fair! I went easy on you!"

"Nope! If you went easy on me you wouldn't be panting right now."

"Stop blowing holes in my excuses!" he cried thoroughly exhausted from the spar with Keket. "How did you do that?"

"Well, you have to know how to flip upside-down in less than a second to catch the knife when it would have hit you, then toss it up with your feet before catching it in your hand and chucking it at your target."

"Damn."

"I know. It took me forever to come up with that one."

"Why are you the creative one? Why can't it be me?"

"'Kura, stop whining, it looks disturbing on your face."

"That's not nice! By the way! We should celebrate!"

"By doing…?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"Oh… maybe robbing a tomb?" he looked up expecting to find her grinning at him but shocked to see her looking at him with horror struck eyes.

"'Kura…our families'… they didn't get the eternal rest promised to them when they were made and I don't think we should disturb those who do get the pleasure of going to paradise." Keket had sobered up quite a bit now and she seemed on the verge of tears.

"Okay then." He looked at her curiously before realizing that he was still pinned under her and the knife was still at his throat. "Umm…can I get up now?" She smiled at him before letting him up.

"Oh, sure why not?" she paused before continuing, "Hey, 'Kura? Since you're the King of Thieves can I be Princess?"

"Hmm…why?"

"Well, when a prince has a sister and the prince ascends to the throne, unless the princess becomes queen she will always be a princess right?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Well you're the king and I'm your sister so I want to be Princess."

"Yeah. I think it fits."

"Stop saying 'Yeah.' You said it twice in a row."

"Did I?" he pondered for a moment. "Yep, I guess I did. Hey then you want to celebrate by raiding the palace?"

"Hmm…I don't see why not."

"Okay then, Princess. We leave when Ra touches the sand."

AN: i finally got chapter two up! Just so you know i'll be updating every other friday so i have plenty of time to write the chapters. And sorry the chapter's so short! I Promise *winkwink* that the next chapter will be longer!