Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ This is MY Job... ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

“Have you captured him yet?”

 

“No, my lord Pharaoh.”

 

“Well, you best do it soon. If he is plotting what the rumors tell, we'll be in even bigger trouble than if Bakura was here.” Atemu leaned back in his throne, sighing, frustrated. There was a thief on the loose, other than Bakura. They claimed to be ten times as deadly as he was and so far…they had proved it. Last night alone, while raiding a heavily guarded treasury, they had slaughtered two battalions of his army. Small battalions, but crucial ones. The only identity this thief left behind were cuts on the final victim of their slaughter in the shape of a pyramid with an eye on it. The mark was exceedingly unusual because it turned the victims blood to an almost midnight black hue. They had successfully raised the alarm of the entire nation, what with their attritional slaughters, and the Thief King Bakura was but a pickpocket compared to them. Atemu rose from his throne and strode towards his room, deciding to retire for the night, when a loud shatter was heard.

 

“Ra damned pots…who does this anyway? It's just so much easier to carry it normally…. morons….” An angry mutter came from down the hall. Atemu turned to see the newest addition to the servant quarters. Her skin was ghostly pale compared to his tan skin, which looked almost gold. Along her left cheek, there was a black scar shaped like a claw. Her gray eyes were narrowed in a glare at the floor, short auburn hair falling into her face. Her servant's clothing was sopping wet and pieces of a shattered pot were scattered around her feet. Atemu chuckled.

 

“Having difficulty, Lyanareika?” he asked, eying the pot shards. She looked at him, annoyed. She still hadn't learned to respect her new master.

 

“Ha ha. I'm HIGHLY amused, Pharaoh,” she said, snidely, kneeling to pick up the pieces. Hissing as she cut herself, she glanced irritably at him. “Don't you have a helpless village to torment or something? I'm kind of busy,” she snapped, rising and holding the pieces in her arms.

 

“As you wish, Lyanareika,” he mocked, playfully, bowing.

 

“AND HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU DON'T CALL ME THAT?!” She stalked off, muttering something about how royalty needed to curl up and die brutally in a corner somewhere. Yami watched after her for a minute, amused before stepping into his chamber. What was he thinking? He and his priests held the power of the Seven—well, six of the Millennium Items. Bakura had stolen the Millennium Ring and killed Mahado. But still, the priests and he held more power than this thief and murderer could in a thousand years.

 

~Meanwhile, in a local pub…. ~

 

Bakura scoffed as he listened in to the latest news. This so-called thief was hogging all the attention. Who had succeeded in stealing a Millennium Item? Who stormed in to the Pharaoh's throne room and challenged him? Who had beaten the “all powerful” fool, Priest Seto? Not this idiot. A true thief avoids confrontation at all cost and never leaves a mark. A true thief doesn't leave a trace of who they are. As Bakura brooded over this twist of fate, he heard someone walk in. Adjusting his hood slightly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye. Another hooded figure came in, shrouded in black. He followed them with his eyes as they sat down at the bar. The bartender recognized them and smirked.

 

“ `Ey there, love. The usual?”

 

“Not now, Akhmet. I have an appointment tonight.”

 

Bakura cocked an eyebrow. Akhmet had called the stranger `love'. At first, he would've thought the newcomer was a woman or Akhmet had been sneaking a few of his own drinks on his time off. But when the stranger spoke, the gender was assured.

 

“Yeh could probably take off yer `ood. Ain't nobody in `ere but the lowest of the low. I think I even saw the Thief King `imself in me humble pub.”

 

Bakura smirked at that, but his ego was quickly brought back to earth sharply when the girl scoffed.

“Thief King…I'll tell you something, Akhmet. When I'm through with this, when I've pulled this off, even Bakura will pale before me. Besides, if he was here, he'd probably knife me for stealing all his glory.”

 

“So what you're saying is that you're afraid.”

 

The girl looked at him, expression hidden under her hood, but Bakura could feel the glare.

 

“What did you say, fool?”

 

“This `fool' asked if you were afraid to face the Great Thief King if he were to confront you. What would you do? Would you stand and fight, if necessary? Or would you cower in fear, begging for mercy?” Bakura asked, trying to contain his disgust at this audacious female. She looked at him for a minute, and then spoke and he could hear the smirk in her voice.

 

“I don't know. It all depends on the reaction of the so-called Thief King. What would you do, Bakura?”

 

Akhmet went quiet as she looked at Bakura, who scowled at first, then smirked as he removed his hood.

 

“You're very clever, girl. I expect that you think quite highly of yourself for that. But you shouldn't be so cocky. Two things could happen. One: You might make a mistake and reveal yourself. Two…” Quick as lightning, Bakura was behind her, holding her arm behind her back. He moved her hood slightly to whisper in her ear. “…someone else might get brave enough to reveal you.” He yanked off her hood and turned her around to look her in the face…only to see her fist coming at him. A painful collision on his cheek caused his head to snap sharply to the left so he only caught sight of gray eyes. He heard a crash and then there was darkness. Clever, little bitch, he thought. But destroying the light only increases my advantage. He stood completely still and listened to his surroundings, but surprisingly, he heard nothing. Where could she have gone? His eyes quickly adjusted to the almost pitch darkness around him. He saw no shadow of her. Then he smirked, took out his dagger and threw it straight up in to the ceiling. There was the sound of a fraying rope, and then a crash behind him. He turned to make a boastful comment to the so-thought inferior thief. But she wasn't there, either. But she was crouching on the light fixture, he thought as he noticed some of the dust was missing in two spots on the iron circle. Then he heard a swish of a cloak and the creak of a door. He growled to himself. She was gone…but like hell the Thief King was going to give up! He would make this girl pay for the humiliation she caused him. He went out the door in time to see her heading towards the palace on her horse. Mark my words, girl. You. Will. Pay.