Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen Angels and Lost Souls ❯ Everyday Things ( Chapter 3 )

BRD: CHAPTER 3!!! Oh, the excitement…I don't own YGO…

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*two years later…

Bakura and his gang had taught me to pick people's pockets and that's what I did everyday. I would go out into the marketplace and pick about five peoples' pockets than come back.

Picking pockets wasn't as difficult as I thought it was and soon it had become my second nature. The trick was to preoccupy the person and try to have enough physical contact to steal from their pockets without arousing any suspicion.

I would casually walk down a street and brush by someone or bump into them. Than I would say sorry and help them up, slyly reaching into their pockets as I helped them up onto their feet.

A dead giveaway would be if you started running after you helped them, you had to be careful and walk right on ahead instead of quickly dashing out of view.

Rem, a red haired guy in Bakura's gang, was my main mentor on learning pick pocketing ,but I soon surpassed him.

Rem, unlike the rest of the thieves, was more kind hearted and I didn't have any resentment towards him since he joined the gang about a year ago, he hadn't been one of the ones who had murdered my family. Also, surprisingly, he wasn't that much older than I. He was thirteen, only three and a half years older than I (I'm almost ten).

I often wondered why he joined but I soon found out after we became close friends.

We were leaning against a building because it was a hot day and the building was shading us from the heat.

"My parents' sold me to Bakura," he said after I told him what happened to my family. "They needed the money and because I was the youngest in my family, they didn't really care about me."

I looked at the ground, "I-I'm sorry…" I felt bad since I knew my parents had cared about and loved me.

He noticed my distressed look, "Don't feel sorry for me, I'm better off without them." He ran his fingers through his red hair, "Don't get so upset. I didn't like them much either."

I than looked up at him even more upset than I had been before, "They're your parents…how could you not love them?"

He studied me and sighed, "Some don't."

"How could a family not love one another?" I objected, "Love in a family is almost unconditional. It's just there."

He shrugged than changed the subject, "Let's go back before it gets dark. I don't Bakura yelling at us again." Rem beckoned me to follow and I did, still very upset.

When we arrived at the hideout, the sun had almost completely set. The hideout was inconspicuous as humanly possible, it was a normal looking house made of stone and mud. Nobody would ever suspect a thing from the outside.

As we walked in the rest of the thieves were drinking beer and getting drunk. Bakura was just sitting in a corner and get up and walked over to us when we entered.

"You two were supposed to be almost an hour ago." He glared at us.

"Sorry," Rem murmured, obviously not caring.

Bakura growled at him, "You had better care boy, or else you'll get the same treatment that Kati gets."

Rem went white "Sorry…" and this time he meant it. He than quickly walked out of the room.

I watched him go and sighed, he was lucky that he was a guy and that Bakura really didn't have any interest in that.

Bakura than grabbed my wrist, "You know what time it is."

I nodded and obediently followed him to his bedroom.

Knowing what to do, I took off my tom boyish clothes and closed my eyes and pictured that I was in a different place. One with lush trees, grass, beautiful flowers of every color and running streams. I called this place my 'Paradise' and went there whenever Bakura raped me. I would shut all the pain and emotion out and pretended I was somewhere else instead of with him.

Than before I knew it, it would be over and he would let me go. This had been happening about once of week for the past two years and I had gradually accepted it as a part of life for myself.

The next day. Rem and I decided to sleep in ,but Bakura found out and kicked us and told us to make ourselves useful.

Rem and I instantly took to the marketplace, picking the pockets of unsuspecting victims.

It was about the middle of the afternoon when we came upon a story teller telling a fairy tale to some children. They were all listening intently, amazed by the tale the old woman was telling them.

"Rem," I said, "You don't mind if I listen to the story do you?"

Rem cocked his head at me, "Aren't you a little old for fairy tales?"

Part of me felt insulted, I loved fairy tales and I often sated to him that you're never too old for a good story. My mother and father used to tell me stories every night before I went to bed…he had no idea how much I had loved them.

I shook my head, "Come on Rem. I'm only nine, I'm not too old."

He shrugged, "Suit yourself."

I sat down with the other kids and listened eagerly. Rem just hung out in the shadows waiting for the story to be done so we could go home.

------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------------BRD: Chapter 4, will get into the main part of the story, since the Chapter 2 and 3 were just fillers about Kati's past. It will take awhile for new chapters to come up since school work has been getting in the way..