BTW WHEN IT'S IN FIRST PERSON, THAN ANZU IS SPEAKING! Remember she's called "Anuket" here because its Ancient Egypt, thus an ancient Egyptian name would be appropriate.
Lol I love toying with this ass-kicking Anzu. Its nicer than all the friendship crap for a change. 4kids completely bastardized everything, she was actually tomboyish and probably one of the best anime females in the original jappanese version.
Rock on Anzu
1. Kemosiri: Egyptian for "Black Osiris", Osiris was the Egyptian God of fertility, life, and death.
2. Muut: Arabic for "Die", this was in the manga too
' ' Traces ' '
Outskirts of Thebes
1946 B.C., Twelve Years Later
Master's Headquarters
"Master, I can do it myself!" I said again, irritated, tailing him through the dimly lit corridors. "We don't need some riffraff—"
"Yes you do, Anuket," Master replied. "If there's any hope of pulling this stunt off, we're going to need help. There's no one out there who knows the lore of the Sennen Items better than Bakura. Winning him to our side would prove to be a huge asset."
Given, he was possibly the most notorious thief to have ever walked the Earth. Yet something about his name seemed so familiar…
"The more this spreads around, the less likely chance we have of pulling it off!" I persisted stubbornly. "Two many cooks spoil the broth!"
He spared me a glance over his shoulder.
"Well then, this is one cook we need."
Few people have ever seen Master's face and lived. I am one of the lucky few. One can't be too careful, if one is one of the most wanted criminals in all of Egypt, I suppose. Master is many things, many faces; he executes many operations. Blackmail, assassination, and thievery are all included a typical workday of his. In fact, you never really know why the law is after him; his felonies are endless.
But what I do know is that he is well respected. Thieves come to him from far and wide for his blessing before sacking a joint, and the mere mention of his name can either have you publicly executed or granted special acess.
If it is his real name, which I highly doubt it is.
A cloaked man ran up to us, his gaze locked on the floor out of repect.
"Master Kemosiri " he started. "They await you, m'lord."
Ah, so there was a raid going on tonight?
I folded my arms across my chest, tapping my toe impatiently. In fact, I don't know what possesses me to be so rude to Master, but I am. Strangely, he tolerates it, anyhow.
"Anuket," he growled dangerously. "You have your orders. Don't disappoint me."
With that he was gone.
Mm, vaguer than usual, I'm afraid. How convenient for him.
Thebes
1958 B.C., Twelve years ago (back to the night of the last chapter, to explain kura's story y'know?)
marketplace
Out of desperation, he looked up. The scaffold was held in place by four cables, one on each corner. They all connected to a knot above him, which was rigged to some sort of tackle and rigging mechanism at the top of the memorial structure. The cable ran through the pulleys at the top, and then slipped out the other side, connected to large slabs of stone.
Ah, he understood. It was a pulley system, weighted at one end with stone to gain more leverage, a sort of makeshift crane.
It was getting closer to the ground.
He whipped a dagger from his robes and slashed it in a ring around him.
Wooden planks avalanched down on the patrol below, sending workers scattering in all direction. Two guards and worker weren't quick enough, getting buried by rubble. The rest of the patrol charged for the platform, scouring the area for the young thief.
"Is he alive?"
"That shoulda killed 'im!"
"I don't see a body…"
"Up there! The rope!" the Chief barked. "He must have jumped last second! He's climbing to the top, head him off!!"
He was clambering frantically up the cable, dagger between his teeth, struggling to reach the top of the monument. The soldiers rushed at the unfinished memorial, thundering up the steps.
Something whizzed by his ear, and he felt a stinging pain burn in his left hand. He swung to the right, dodging the next knife that lodged in a column next to him. Heaving, he threw himself over the top platform of the scaffolding, dimly lit by lanterns hung on the columns.
Greeted by metal boot to his cheek, he flew back across the platform. The soldiers rained down on him.
He jerked to the left, narrowly dodging a blade and returning the strike with a slash of his own dagger.
The structure began to sway beneath their combined weight, the rocking glow of the lanterns merged with their fighting shadows made the scene look explosive.
Try as he might, he couldn't take all four of them. Blows rained down on him left and right, knocking out what little breath there was left in him. He lashed out with his dagger, kicking with his feet, hitting whatever came his way. From the corner of his eye there was a flash of motion. He had just enough time to raise his arm to block the kick when there was a sickening snap and his skull connected with the wooden platform floor.
There was a coppery taste in his mouth… his own blood?
Seizing his arms from either side two soldiers wrenched him to his feet. The third clasped shackles around his wrists, and the fourth stood before him.
"End of the line, brat" the fourth snarled.
The thief vaguely noted medals garnishing the man's right shoulder.
"Stealing from a merchant and then assaulting officers? You've sealed your fate, kid," the Chief of Police hissed. "Search his robes! That was a priceless heirloom!"
His head hung pathetically, defeated.
They roughly turned out his pockets, grabbing the bracelet and returning it to the Chief. "Hn, all that chaos for one lousy street rat. You're gonna pay for wasting my time, brat!" The Chief snapped, backhanding the young thief for good measure.
His head rocketed to right, gazing locking on the streets below. His spectacle had gathered quite an audience, watching anxiously stories below. He must have been at least several hundred feet high.
"Get a good look around kid. This is the last time you'll the sky for a long time," the Chief taunted. "Get him down, boys."
The thief muttered something incoherently.
The Chief whipped around furious. "Eh? Speak up, if you're gonna waste your breath, scum!"
The thief's piercing gaze locked onto the Chief's.
"Muut ."
In the blink of an eye, he had wrenched out of the clutches of the two soldiers restraining him. He leapt to the edge of the building.
"Grab him!! He's going to jump!!
A roar broke out in the crowds below.
The thief slammed his wrists into the oil lanterns. With a loud crack, it exploded into millions of shards, a few biting into his skin. Ignoring the pain, he let the oil roll onto his bloodied wrists, under the shackles…
The soldiers had woken from their stupor. They charged at him, full force.
He whipped of the cuffs, chucking them at the oncoming soldiers. He didn't stay to find out who was hit.
Wasting no time, he raced to the very edge of the scaffolding structure, jumping onto the crane. He used his weight to swing the pulleys around—
The weighted rock slabs slammed into building behind him.
CRACK
Wood splintered in a thousand places. Before the Chief had registered what happened, the ground gave way beneath him as the structure hurtled five stories down to the ground.
The crowd slipped into chaos, rushing forward to the mass of rubble.
The young thief smiled at the scene from his perch on a nearby rafter.
With all the distraction, no one noticed he went missing….
The alley was pitch silent, and dark as hell now that it was night. He stared at his bloody wrists as he trudged on. He'd managed to pick out most of the shards, but even he knew he'd need some sort of medical attention if he wanted to live. His clothes were thoroughly mangled, more so than before. His entire diaphram was swollen, leaving him with robbed of breath.
He cursed. How the hell was he gonna work around a broken rib?
"Hey! You!"
They'd caught up!?
He spun around.
"I followed you all over the city!!" the girl panted, leaning on the alley wall to catch her breath.
The girl? The one he'd gotten it from? He sized her up. She must have been around five or six, maybe a noble from her dress…
"Now, give it back!" she demanded, holding her hand out expectantly.
He fingered the golden trinket in his pocket. The Chief was too distracted to even notice it gone when the thief had grabbed it back.
"Fine," he said, smirking. "I'll play you a little game for it. You win, it's all yours. Do we have a deal?"
She blinked, clearly taken aback by how easy he was making it.
"Sure! Wait, what if you win?"
"Then you clearly don't want the bracelet enough," he countered. "Anuket"
"I do want it, and I will win!" she huffed childishly. "Who are you anyways, thief?"
"Bakura,' he answered smugly. "King of thieves."