Yes, another two part chapter... sorry. Oh and BTW, I don't own Yugioh. I've been forgetting to say that probably violating a gazillion copyright laws. Also, if you read this please R&R about my story pacing. Am I too slow? Too fast?

"I asked for weapons," Sheeba said pinching the flimsy blade of a kitchen knife between her polished finger tips, "and here you bring common cutlery."

"Then why don't you do the scavenging?" Akefia grumbled tired from a long day under Sheeba's orders.

"Because I have my hands full with other things at the moment. The whole village is crawling with the little bastards! I don't have the room to breathe."

"You mean your ink-heads? Why can't I just take their weapons?"

"Call us ink-heads one more time and I'll slit your neck."

"I wouldn't have to if you would tell me who they are." Akefia said plopping himself down in the sand next to Sheeba.

"That's not what I hired you for."

"And what would that be again? If I remember correctly you mentioned an assassination. How can I help kill someone if I don't even know the guy?... or why you want to kill him at that."

Sheeba refused to say a word causing an exaggeratedly loud groan to escape Akefia's mouth as he threw up his arms and dropped to his back.

"How much longer will this take?"

"It takes a while to formulate tools out of items as useless as these. I would've had this finished sooner if you were a better thief. Hell, this whole operation would run a lot more smoothly if I didn't have to drag you along."

"Drag me along?" Akefia said in roaring laughter, "If anything I have to put up with you and your daily dramas. If you hate me so Radamned much return my dagger and I'll gladly leave."

"Tempting, but no." she sighed, Sheeba knew better. He'd sooner stab her till her veins drained dry as the desert sands. The moment the dagger returned to its master's hands it would shred through her skin like cloth. For that, Sheeba hated him.

Since he was of less use to her than a nuisance, Sheeba knew that she would either have to kill him or ditch him. She looked at Akefia who was now lying in the sand on his back with his eyes gently closed and an arid breeze tossing dusty strands of hair across his sweat soaked face. It's ironic, Sheeba thought to herself letting a half-smile show on her lips, that I don't have it in my heart to kill you... no, not today.

Sheeba moved to her feet sweeping off the sand from her skirt and looked over to Akefia. His eyes fluttered open in curiosity.

"Come on," Sheeba said with a sudden freshness, "let's pack up camp and head into town."

"Town? I thought you said it was crawling with... the enemy."

"Yeah, it is," Sheeba said cracking her joints and stretching, "But I'm done with sitting around feeling restless."

"Your mood changes quick."

"Would you LIKE me to be angry?"

"Never mind." He shoved his hands deep into his coat pockets as he walked over to the tents. Sheeba, of course, did nothing to help the poor thief pack up. For that, Akefia hated her. He was already over the fact that she took his treasured dagger, though it didn't mean he cared less, but the constant slave labor and ridicule she subjected him to made his face glow red with spite. Since day one Sheeba has reminded Akefia that she does not wish to become his enemy. Akefia thought it was a little too late for that.

If it weren't for the fact that Sheeba was "the biggest ass-hole on earth" Akefia might actually enjoy her company. She had fierce energetic stare that could set a man on fire, she could flirt a man penny less with her sharp charisma, and when the moon was high in the night's sky and the firelight illuminated her face, Akefia could laugh and drink with her like a childhood friend.

That Sheeba was rare compared to the monster before him.

"Hurry up," Sheeba urged, "I want to get back before sun fall"

"Okay, okay!" Akefia said slinging their packs over his shoulder before heading in the direction of town.

Once at the entrance Sheeba took off running, something Akefia was used to at this point.

"Stay close!" he ordered as usual already knowing that she'd fall out of his radar in a matter of minutes.

"Mm-kay!" Sheeba shouted from the distance.

"Radamn it woman." Akefia hissed to himself feeling older than he should've felt. Rather than chasing after her, Akefia hung his head in defeat.

I swear to the gods this woman will be my demise, Akefia thought to himself as he slowly made his way toward Sheeba. He pushed and shoved through the crowds of busy Egyptians like a fish swimming upstream a nasty current.

"Sorry... pardon me..." Akefia almost stopped in his tracks realizing he was being courteous. Yeah... my demise.

Yet again she had him wandering through a maze of streets and alleyways with nothing to go by but the tantalizing smell of her skin. After nine long hours of searching Akefia had to rest. He watched helplessly as the sun sunk lower in the sky and the horizon started burning with a blinding red glare, signaling days end and the little time he had left to find her. If I ever catch up to her I'll make her pay.

Akefia finally caught up to Sheeba at the entrance of what appeared to be a bath house.

"Oh Akefia!" She said in playful surprise, "I was starting to think you had forgotten about me."

"I wish." he snorted in disgust.

"I've been waiting patiently all day for you to find me at this very spot." Sheeba pointed her finger down at her feet to further stress her claims.

"Sure whatever."

"I found a key connection for my pretty little plan and she's right here in this bath house."

"Then why don't you fetch her yourself? Why bother put the strain on me?"

"I can't bathe with your dagger on me, and since you so clearly are a man of great knowledge when it comes to attracting females, I thought you would be the perfect candidate. All you have to do is swim on over to her, put your arm around her shoulders, give her a little kiss, and BAM! She's yours! Then you can lead her to me for questioning."

"The catch?" Akefia eyed the door of the bath house cautiously half expecting knives to fly out at him. This was Sheeba he was dealing with and he wouldn't put it past her to pull such a trick. On the other hand upon entering he may be shocked to find yet another lizard tattoo there to drag him down under until his lungs gave up on him. So many possibilities, all of them well within Sheeba's character.

"What catch? There is no catch." She grinned snaking her arm gently over Akefia's upper back causing him to shiver.

Akefia knew better but with little room to argue he agreed, "Give me an hour minimum. Wait for me until then. If I'm not back in three then come get me."

"Okie dokie." Sheeba called after him, her fingers crossed behind her back.

And sorry noodle-heart, I lied. Sheeba hasn't pissed me off yet. The REAL piss off is part 2.